Game Pieces


Chapter two

Their light stomps resembled a symbol for the climaxing horror, heavily dreading what was going on. There was no possible way that dolls, much less porcelain dolls, could move by themselves.

This was too much like a horror film already, a bit too out of the ordinary to be an actual prank anymore. (Plus, this far for a prank?)

They stopped at the foot of the stairs. An eerie silence while the dolls unblinkingly stared at the two. A sudden pounce from the first row of doll activated Lenalee's instinct to kick them away. She took hold of Allen's hand as they ran into a vacant room, catching their breaths as they glow of the sunlight beat its way through the dark fabric of the curtain and onto the desk that illuminated a small chest and key to match and four objects on the small desk in the center.

They walk toward the desk, careful of any sudden ambushes. Slowly, Allen picked the key up and made no hurry to open it, as if a horrifying secret layed within. As innocent as it may have looked, a card lay in it, waiting to be picked up and read. Allen opened it, the words that were written in a neat font, it said:

"Welcome to my horrorific game! Resistance is futile. Escaping is futile. In other words, you play, or you play. Or you may die. Two weapons, a sewing kit, and a small first aid kit are supplied for you.

Here are the rules! If you can survive 24 hours in this beautiful house of horror, I will call off everything, and you guys can roam free. Merry Huntings!

Good luck. You two will need it."

Allen resisted the motive to crumple the card up and demand a way out from this game of this preposterous game from this Anonymous person. He slammed his hand onto the table, frightening Lenalee because of her high strungness.

"What's wrong, Allen?" Lenalee asked, lightly touching Allen's shoulder.

"We're on a chess board," Allen said vaguely, composing himself before reaching for the first weapon, a slightly rusty steel bat, and the first aid kit. He handed Lenalee the sewing kit and a dull knife left on the desk.

"What do you mean?" Lenalee said, understanding fully as she gained a grip on the objects she was handed.

"Use your brain, Lenalee. You understand exactly what I mean," Allen said. "We're stuck here for 24 hours in this horror hellhole with no provisions but the little that we have left, and Lenalee, we might die."

Allen took small strides towards the sofa chair, setting his equipment on the dusty coffee table beside it. He sighed, leaning forward to have his elbows rest on his knees. He rubbed his eyes in frustration as he tried to come up with some sort of plan, "We shouldn't have run away. We had nothing to gain from it but the adrenaline it gave us."

"Allen, I-I agree..." Lenalee said, catching Allen's attention, his face in a shocked expression though unseen. She continued on in order to clear a small misunderstanding, similarly taking the same steps toward Allen. "that maybe we shouldn't have run away, but are you telling me you regret it? The adrenaline may be worth running away, just not this."

"That's just it! This isn't worth it!" Allen said, his hands flying in the air. His expression was deeply saddened just being thinking about it. "We had almost everything. A family, a home, but we ran away from it just for the adrenaline. I don't want this kind of adrenaline, Lenalee. I don't want you to die!"

"We didn't know this would happen!" Lenalee said. "We were just acting like crazy teenagers who just thought, 'Hey! This will be fun!'," Lenalee reasoned for his consciousness' sake, knowing perfectly well how easily guilt could get to him. She set her equipment down beside his, and embraced him, though straddling him at the same time. "We can't read the future, Allen."

There was a moment of silence for Allen to calm down. He hugged her back as a sign of his new found peace of heart, which quickly disintegrated as soon as the thumps came back. The loudest thump stopped at the same door they stepped through moments ago and locked thoroughly.

Unwilling to crumble down to their possible demise, they readied themselves for an ambush to come. Their minds focused on one thing, Allen lifted up his weapon of choice and swung as soon as Lenalee motioned to open the door with a quick swing. He swung with nothing hitting on the other end. Below, doll parts were scattered on the floor, all the heads looking up to remind and taunt them of their situation.

They carefully observed the parts as they took their time stepping away from the scattered pile.

And who could blame Lenalee when one doll came together automatically to grab her by the foot? She screamed and kicked at the doll, forcing the doll to fall apart again. Allen took a careful swing at the doll as he tugged on her arm to usher her away.

They approached the living room of shady light and fabric covered furniture. However one note lay standing on the coffee table, which Allen took without hesitation. "That was sweet. You must love her very much, 'Allen,' but that wasn't nice of you to do that to my pretty dolls. They were precious to me when I was alive. You might want to pay for it, but what to get in return..."

"But remember this, 'Allen' and 'Lenalee,' you are not alone... You... are not... alone."


Hola, chicos y chicas. (Psh. I know it should just be chicos, according to my teacher, but fuck this. I'm in my world, and that does not apply.) I hope you enjoyed the new chapter of Game Pieces. Feels romantic, ahaha~

If you ask me, I've never watched a full-blown horror movie before. Only Black Christmas, The Messengers, The Descendants, and only about 60% of the Orphanage. Orphanage, not Orphan.

Otherwise, my D. Gray-Crazy folks, I'm apologize for not getting this out sooner! Book reports and such are due soon, as well as CSTs (which are like... State Tests or something... meh.) are coming up, along with end-of-the-school-year projects and shit.

I'm also sorry for not finishing the next chapter of Blood on Their Hands yet. To be honest, I don't know how to start out that chapter, but I will come around to it eventually.