Drowning In Icy Waters

"Come on, Winnie! That's not fair."

I giggled, taking a peek over at my competitor.

"One day you'll realize, Darren, you can't beat me," I replied, returning my attention to the screen.

My fingers were flying over the buttons on the controller. Within moments, I had beaten Darren. Again. He growled in frustration, gnawing on his lip at he stared over at me.

"Alright. Now lets play my game," he grinned, flashing up his copy of Call of Duty Ghosts. "If you beat me at this… I'll just go cry in the corner," he smiled, confident in himself.

"Bring it, bitch," I chuckled, motioning him forward.

"Alright, smartass. Lets go."

Five minutes later, I was left smirking, twisting my dyed icy blue hair between my fingers. It got stuck in the curls.

"Lucky. You're just lucky," he sighed, ruffling his shaggy brown hair.

"Nope. I'm just the game master," I replied, laying back on the couch.

Darren was in my man…well woman cave everyday. Videogames were both of our lives. I mean, who would want to leave this room anyway? Giant TV, black leather couch to the side, theater seats in front of the TV. On and under the TV stand laid a PS3, Xbox, Nintendo 64, Wii, DS, Gamecube and so many more systems. Not to mention the seemingly never ending pit of game cases and cartridges.

A pool table dominated most of the room, arcade machines lining the back wall. The last and finishing touch was the small bar in the corner, the fridge stashed with pizza and soft drinks. And of course, the occasional alcohol that Darren would supply. Plain and simple, this is a gamers paradise.

"Oh, shut up, Winter."

I rolled my eyes as he spoke my full name. I pushed my large, black framed glasses higher up on my nose.

"We should get going," I murmured, standing up.

A loaded sigh exploded from his lips, his caramel eyes pleading.

"One more game?" he asked.

"No," I replied, my grey eyes icy. "Imma ninja kick you if you don't get up," I warned.

"The horror!" he sarcastically cried, falling back on the couch. "Whatevs, I'm coming."

We padded up the stairs of the basement, flinching when the sunlight came in contact with out eyes. Walking outside, it hurt even more. Darren yawned, crawling into the passenger seat of my Bug. It was a light blue that matched my hair. I crawled inside, slamming the door before starting it up. I drove in silence until Darren's face nearly hit the window.

"Winnie, check it out! Garage sale! Stop!" he yelled, bouncing in his seat.

"So what? I gotta get your ass home since you followed me home from school like a creep-o stalker instead of taking your truck!" I yelled, yet reluctantly pulling to a stop.

"There might be games. And for cheap," he grinned, wagging his eyebrows. Before I could reply, he hopped out of the car.

I sighed, following him out. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my white shorts, my eyes skimming over the items that were set out. I didn't see any games… just old junk. Ratty clothes, broken furniture. Nothing anyone would ever want. I turned my nose up in distaste.

Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned, facing a not so appealing sight. There was an old man standing before me, his brown eyes dark, not far from black. A slight beard covered his face, connecting with the little bit of greying hair he had left. The crown of his head was completely bald. He was shorter than me, and on the heftier side. He wore a grease and dirt stained shirt, along with ripped up jeans. His lips pulled apart to expose his yellowing teeth as he smirked.

"Hello. How many I help you?" his grizzly voice growled.

"Damn dude, you stink," I murmured, too low for him to hear. I tried to face away. "Got any videogames?" I asked, trying to look back over at him.

"Fresh out," he rasped. "Although I do think I do have one that wasn't out here…" He turned, walking over to his house. Moments later, he returned, clasping a cartridge between his fingers.

I took it from him, inspecting it. Majora was written on the side in black sharpie where the sticker used to be. I instantly remembered the Legend of Zelda game, Majora's Mask, a smile stretching across my face.

"I'll take it," I grinned, reaching into my pocket for some money.

"It's on the house," he nodded, stepping away.

I stared at the old man in confusion. "You sure?" I asked, pulling my hand away from my pocket.

"Yes. But you should be careful… The Drowned reside inside…" he whispered, turning and walking back into his house.

"Psycho nut," I scoffed under my breath, as I saw Darren run over.

"You find anything?" he asked.

I held up the game. "Majora's Mask. Got it for free," I smirked.

"Sweet! We should go play it," he replied, his eyes sparkling.

"Nope," I said, grabbing his ear. "I still have to take you home. Then, I'm going home and playing it," I smiled evilly, while dragging him to the car.

He fell to the ground in what appeared to be pure agony.

"You are ice cold. Damn," he sighed, staring at the sky.

"Oh, get up. You can play it when I'm done," I chuckled, entering my car.

"You know what… I can live with that," he replied, getting in beside me.

"Good."

The rest of the car ride neither of us spoke, as I blasted Black Veil Brides. We were both pretty content with listening to that. Finally, I pulled to a stop outside Darren's house.

"Alright, out," I grinned.

"Later, Winnie. Hurry up with that game!" he commanded, followed by a pout face.

"I will, I will. Laters."

He shut the door, and I began to drive back. I peeked down at the game cartridge that laid to my side. It looked extremely old… The sharpie writing was very sloppy, and there was remnants of the sticker still faintly on the side. This game has been through a lot. I'll probably have to blow on the inside to free it of dirt and dust so it'll work. Either way, I got it for free. It wasn't a problem.

I pulled to a stop in my driveway, getting out with my game. I sped inside, unable to wait to play Majora's Mask. But I couldn't help but remember what that old man had said.

Be careful. The Drowned reside inside.


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