The Games Part 4

Here’s the fourth part of the games. For the third part click here.

Hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER 4

The smell of eggs frying and the feeling of warmth said good morning to my mind long before I opened my eyes to view my surroundings. More sleep was all that my brain demanded of me and my eyes were more than happy to oblige. The sound of frying could be heard in the next room which was all quite pleasant and natural when the foul grin of Wesley Savick popped into the dream I was trying so hard to keep going. I immediately woke remembering all of the events of the previous night and finding to my immense surprise that I was in a bed with a diamond quilt covering my limbs.

I remembered vaguely arriving at Lee’s apartment and he telling me to sleep in this room before he wandered off. The lock on the door which I had quickly used upon entering the room gave me some semblance of peace, but if I had wanted to question my sanity, which I didn’t, I would have realized that a measly wooden door could not have stopped the demon I had met last night.

As if to prove me wrong there was a firm knock on my door and a gruff “breakfast is ready.” from someone I hadn’t heard before. I was curious but thought it wise to put on my pants that were lying exactly where I had stumbled out of them the night before. I didn’t have a fresh change of clothes and I noticed that this hadn’t been accommodated for. However, I was a university student and was used hardships like this.

I unlocked my door and stepped out into a well lit hallway which led to an even brighter dining room where a table sat with Lee leaning back in his chair precariously while reading the news on the holoprojector and another large man wearing a pink apron and a black beard putting a frying pan full of eggs on the table. The set up of the dining room was strange to me as I have never seen anything quite like an earthling breakfast. I might have even found the large gruff man funny if I were from earth, but since I was from Cadous where the color of your clothes doesn’t matter so long as you can kill, I was, as one could guess, un-phased. The gruff man with the beard eyed me before pulling out a chair and sitting down heavily.

“So Mr. Savick, what’s on the agenda taday?” The gruff man asked ignoring my presence since he seemed to already know about me.

“Well,” Lee said while letting the front two legs of his chair come down to the ground with a ‘thud’. “Since seven more of those Deathamathingies…”

“Death Lords,” The gruff man corrected.

“Yeah Death Lords,” Lee continued “Since seven more died last night not including the one I killed that only leaves two hundred forty-eight.”

“ONLY!” I spewed out some eggs that I had been munching on while this conversation took place.

The gruff man wiped egg off of his face ignoring my outburst before asking his own question “Which means yeh’ll be doing what?”

“I also got a map last night from the good telepath’s house.” Lee flashed me his evil grin as he continued on his own stream of thought. His smile seemed to signal that he thought he had answered the gruff man’s question.

The gruff man sighed moving one of the pockets on his pink apron in and out probably wondering whether or not to ask the question again. He must have decided against it, because he heaped himself a huge pile of eggs and a few fluffy circular pieces of bread. He then smothered the pieces of bread with butter and what could only be described as liquid sugar and dug in.

Lee seeing everyone else eating started doing the same only half paying attention as his eyes were always focused on the holoprojector. This led to the food slipping off of his fork a number of times and winding up either on his lap, the table, or the floor. He didn’t seem to care though because whenever the fork got to his mouth empty he simply moved his arm back in the direction of his plate. Eating without looking is harder than it looks.

The occasional loud blurb from the holoprojector didn’t make the silence at the table any less awkward. I was just about to break the silence when Lee looked up from the holoprojector with the look I assume Cirilius had when he discovered the nuclear replenishing law.

I didn’t have to wait long for what caused the look as Lee quickly spouted. “I almost forgot, since the empire is releasing the information on the whereabouts of all the Death Lords today in order to increase the Games rate and excitement, you might want to be caref…”

Lee’s warning was cut short as a motorcycle crashed through the window of the dining room. I would like to say that my quick reactions saved me from the flying two wheeled machine of death, but I would be lying. Truthfully, I would have been hit in my astonishment at the thing that couldn’t possibly be flying, doing just that through a perfectly good window. I was luckily saved from a very unsightly death by the gruff man who had been thinking much quicker than I. He grabbed my collar as he dashed for the hallway and I was saved from everyone finding my dead body with what I assume to have been a very dumb look on my face.

Now fully conscious of the pressure against my throat from the gruff man still clenching onto my collar and of the much sharper pain of my head hitting the wall I realized I had no idea what happened to Lee. The madman was sitting in the same place looking at the broken motorcycle on the floor as if it had stopped him in the middle of a good story. He turned to face the window where a man appeared soaring through the hole made by the motorcycle and made a gentle landing.

“SAAAVICK!!!” The man bellowed as I made out two extra arms on his slightly lengthened torso.

“You could have knocked.” Wesley said. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the strange creature that had just hurtled through his window. He turned his head back to the holoprojector.

“DUNT IGNUR ME!!” The man said equally loudly as he picked up a chair and hurled it at Lee.

Lee moved quickly. He easily dodged the chair and before I could catch up with my eyes had a gun underneath the man’s large chin.

“I thought,” Lee whispered dangerously. “That when I killed your brother, that you would get the hint and drop out of the games. You are no match for the killers here.”

Z’s brother’s eyes bulged. Lee continued, “Yes Mr. N I am well aware that you’re mad that I killed your brother, but when there can only be one winner of the Games, what did you expect?”

A tear came to the eyes of N as Lee held the gun under his chin. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing “I…”

Lee cut off whatever he was about to say by pressing the gun point further under his chin. “But, instead you come to my apartment, destroy my window, and ruin the breakfast that was so marvelously prepared by Anthony and you have the gall to think this is a time for forgiveness… Why did you enter these games?” This was a rhetorical question because Lee pulled the trigger on the gun and blood splattered the ceiling. The body of N who had survived a little longer than his brother fell to the ground.

The blood started soaking the carpet and Lee picked up a napkin that had fallen to the floor when the table had been hit by the motorcycle. He wiped off the gun and then threw the napkin away in the trash bin leaving the rest of the mess for the men from the empire that had already arrived to clean up the mess. The flying camera whirred by my head as it left the room.

I didn’t throw up all over the floor this time although I did feel nauseous whenever I glanced at the blood where N’s body had lain before the men from the empire dragged it away. Needless to say when Anthony made another batch of eggs and offered me what he called Ketchup, I didn’t feel all that hungry.