Angela

SIN

Atop a sunny hill rested a large radiant house, a comparable mansion to its surroundings. In this house, in the master bedroom I, an occasional resident, crept in. I still heard my stupid words in my head, What do you need? I heard Europa answer, Just some perfume and oils. Come on, little sis, you said your mom is never home. I always smiled when she called me that. 

I silently moved into the master bathroom and saw a beautiful and ornate bottle with a large gaudy peacock feather cap. Its label read ‘Teleia Anointments.’ I stared for a moment and began to hyperventilate. I grabbed it and dashed away.

I quickly but without slamming closed the door behind me. I felt the house stare at me. I stared at it, backing away slowly. I ran.

Europa was waiting in the car for me and she barely noticed when I nearly threw myself in. I looked at the house again and it glared back at me. I turned to Europa for comfort. She was supermodel pretty. The type of attractive that everyone knew she was so far and above the rest that she was near untouchable. She was checking her makeup in the mirror and was completely unfazed by my panting and furrowed brow. I handed her the bottle, “Here.”

She took them and when our hands were right next to each other I looked at her flawless pale skin next to my tan hand. I forgot for a moment that I was this color, that I didn’t look like her. Not even a little. I was 16 and she was 19 and until I saw our hands a part of me had thought that I could look like her in three years… well… maybe.

“Thannnnnk you!” she said with glee and no mind to the anxiety attack I was having. I looked back at the house. It looked closer. “Oh come on. Your mom won’t notice them missing.” Under her breath she added, “Bitch has tons of it, probably.”

“You don’t know my mom. She could- she would kill me!”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t need it. She probably doesn’t even use it. I will. Trust me, Angelaaaa, it’s worth it.”

“You gonna tell me about the guy at least? I mean other than the details I didn’t ask for.”

Europa looked at the house and smirked.

“Maybe. Probably. Eventually.”

I rolled my eyes at her, and Europa cackled.

BIRTH

Sunset. A simple urban lower class neighborhood in LA. houses tightly packed with too many cars out front and endless cracks on the street.

I was running down the street in sheer panic. I kept looking over my shoulder to look for it. I knew it was following but my eyes saw this empty street. 

I ducked behind a car and caught my breath for a moment. I peeked around back from where I was running. Still nothing.

I looked up. The dark clouds invaded the sky coming from the direction of the house. She knows.

From behind me there was a woman’s voice, “Are you okay?”

I turned to see an extremely pregnant woman in front of her house watering her plants.

I was on the verge of tears. The woman looked at me deeply concerned. She groaned a little as she bent over to turn off the hose and walked over to me.

She placed one hand on her stomach as she attempted to crouch down. As soon as she was in reach, I gave in. I put my face on her legs and wept. 

“Oh! Oh… oh, sweetie. Shhh… It’s okay. It’s okay.” 

I was comforted.

She brought me into her home and sat me down at her dining room table. She gently stroked my head and made a quiet shhh sound. I did my best to stifle my tears for her. She placed a glass of water in front of me and rubbed my back.

She said, “Here, sweetie, take a drink. Crying dehydrates you bad.”

I took the glass with two hands and shoved it, and I saw the amusement in her face. 

She sat down next to me and asked, “OK… I just want to ask if everything is alright. You were… I mean…” she gave a small but incredulous chuckle and leaned in. “ What’s your name?”

“… My name is… Angelia”

“What was that?  Angela?”

I just looked at her. 

“OK Angela, do you want to tell me what happened“

I took a few more short breaths, and I tried to speak, but there was a hand covering the speaker on my voice box. “I- I- I… My…” I felt the emotions bubbling up again, ready to start leaking out of my eyes. 

“It’s OK. You don’t have to talk yet. I just need to know if I should be calling someone… The police…? “

I cleared my throat. “No… No… They can’t.” 

“Your mom then?” 

I jumped up, and my voice found me “No!!!” I tried calling myself and repeated, “no. Definitely not her.“

“OK… Definitely not her then… Can you at least tell me why you were running down the street? You don’t look tweaked out or anything what are you supposed to be on medication”

I sat back down. “ No… I’m not crazy“ I looked up at her and couldn’t help but glare. A new emotion overcame me. “Do you know who I am?” 

That was rude of me. 

“I’m sorry. I’ve never actually said that before. My parents are important people… But they didn’t raise me. They sent me off to school as quickly as they could to let some tree… to let some people… raise me.“

She nodded, “I’m sorry… Is that what you said to not call your mom? She wouldn’t care?”

“It’s not that. She would hate me if you know what I did.”

“What did you do?”

I thought back to that house. I thought about my mother, throwing things across the room in anger. I thought about her vendetta. I thought about her kicking my brother out of the house for far less. Maiming him for just existing. 

The woman continued, “ sometimes mothers can be more understanding than you think.“ She placed her hand on her belly. “I know mine was. But I know the fear.“

I looked at her. How young was she? Pregnant? Started to shake. Otherworldly screams started to fill my ears. Beasts. Tigers, birds, women, my mother. Her screams were more terrifying than any beast. It cracked through the air like lightning splitting the sky. I started to get dizzy. “You don’t know my mother. I’ve been afraid of her my whole life.” I looked at her belly. “I am too afraid to have a kid because of her. I’m too afraid to be married or even be around boys because of her.“

“Why? Does she hate you?” 

I started rubbing my head in my face. “I feel dirty. I feel dirty. I feel so dirty!” 

The woman recoiled and pulled her arms close to her body. “What about a dad?”

“My dad… My dad?” it finally dawned on me. My mother really will kill me. “Europa, you bitch! My dad?! He would send people for me and everything the way he wants it. But he won’t do a damn thing himself. That asshole!”

“Dad isn’t an option either then… OK, who can I call them? Do you have a place to stay?” 

I noticed an older lady standing in the corner of a hallway. I gave a short YELP! But the pregnant woman softly embraced me, and stroked my hair. She said, “It’s OK. It’s just my mother.”

I started sobbing. I didn’t want that lady near me. In between crying breaths, I managed to make out a, “Please… no…” 

“It’s OK. Here. Drink some more water.“ She pushed my water cup towards me.  She walked away to talk to the lady. 

I overheard them. 

The lady asked, “who is she?“

“I think she said her name was Angela. She’s really distraught. I don’t know what she did but she is deathly afraid of her mother.“

“Why? What did she do?“

I thought the woman rolled her eyes, but held back a bit of laughter. “Ma!!“

“What? I’m just making sure you didn’t bring any drama into my house.“

“Oh, you love drama! Go back to your Novelas.“

Suddenly the woman braced the wall. 

“Sweetie, are you OK?“

In pain, “yeah, yeah. My water broke.“

Her mother and I looked at her legs. They were dry.

“What?“ The lady said, “I don’t see anything.“

Through clenched teeth, “yeah, a few ago, I already changed.“

“Change?! Why would you do that?! You need to go to the hospital, you are having a baby!“

My eyes went wide. Under my breath, I muttered, “no…“

The woman screamed from a long and painful contraction. “That was a big one,“ she quipped while out of breath. 

“How many minutes apart are you?“

“What time is it?“

“We need to get you in the car.“

“OK, OK. Just let me sit down a minute.“ The woman slides down the wall to sit on the ground.

“I’m getting my car keys“

The lady ran off and the woman screamed in pain again. I somehow made my way over to her, and with her scream, I put my arms up as if I was going to be hit.

“No, no, you can’t.”

She put her hands on her head and Doug and slightly with her fingernails into her scalp.

“Stop it! Stop!!! You’re calling her!”

The woman took another deep breath in and yelled in pain.

“You’re calling her! She will find me! Do you know what she can do?!”

I move back and forth in the hall. I crouched in.

“Stop it.!!!!! She will hurt you too for helping!!!”

The woman wasn’t listening.

“She will do worse than kill us!!! Stop it!!! T-terror!!! Madness!!!“

The woman screamed again. I lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck. I squeezed to make the noise stop coming out of her mouth.

“Stop screaming. Stop giving birth. She will hear.“

The lady came back in and gasped. She didn’t understand why I had to attack her daughter. She moved in and tried pulling my hands off, but the adrenaline made my grip too tight, then she tried shutting me away, but still nothing. Finally, she took her keys in her open hand and whacked me in the head with them. I fell back and felt the blood already dripping from my forehead.

“I’m so sorry.” I looked at them with tears in my eyes. “I hope she spares you.”

I got up and sprinted out the front door and down the street the same way I was running before. 

MARRIAGE

I never ran like this before. Twilight faded into night. I came over a hill and saw a hospital in the depression between this hill and the next. I jogged along the hills towards the back of the hospital and saw a series of large containers lined up, refrigerated, to deal with the overflow. I stumbled down the hill towards the containers, and I ran to one, placing my hands on it and touching my forehead to its cold exterior. I needed to catch my breath.

In between breaths, I muttered, “please stop… Please stop… Please stop….”

I heard voices in the distance. Male. 

I crept alongside the container and picked around the corner. Towards the end of this empty row were a pair of men opening the doors to one of the containers. Beside them was a gurney with a zipped up body bag. 

“I’ll go get the other one,” one man said before walking away. 

“Well well well! You weren’t leaving me alone with this thing,” the other men complained.

Then both men walked away. 

I kept staring at the gurney and my eyes refused to look at anything else I needed help with. I knew that with this I could find help. I cautiously tiptoed to the gurney. I placed my hands on top of the body bag. “Please help. Please help me. Polydegmon, Unseen, take me in and hide me.” I slowly unzipped the bag. About a quarter of the way open, the corpse’s left arm sprang out. It hung lifelessly to the side. I jumped from the air and 12 feet back. I stared for a moment, making sure it wouldn’t move again. 

I stared at the hand. There was a wedding ring. I heard her voice again. I didn’t know if it was a memory or from far away she activated every nerve on my back. My eyes swelled again. I didn’t know my body could produce this many tears. “No… Don’t… Hera…” 

I reached towards the wedding ring, but 3/4 of the way there my hand felt like it had touched a hot stove. I recoiled again. I spun around and vomited every last thing that was in my stomach. I heard the sound of gurney wheels on asphalt return to see the shadows growing and I dashed away.

I heard on the far side of the container again while the men stored the body in the container. I whispered to myself, “Please don’t see me. Please don’t see me.”

I heard one of them say, “Did you hear something?”

Still, I whispered, “Not you. Her. Don’t see me. There’s nothing for you here. Nothing you care about. The end of your work. The contract to oversee. Hide me, Death“

I closed my eyes and pictured the house again. Its vibrations, its hollow pitch of anger building and building until… Nothing. It fizzled out. The moment of anger had passed. I fell to my knees and pressed my forehead to the container again. “You’re gone? You aren’t angry anymore?“ I gave the greatest sigh of relief. “Thank you.“ I kissed the container and smiled.

I heard the sound of dripping water. Tripping off of soaked bodies. What? Thunder echoed. I turned around and saw them. Those things. The single street light cast two dark shadows making them seem even less human. I know they aren’t human. Their crab-like claws. Their unnatural movements. Kabiri

DEATH

I couldn’t believe my eyes, my words escaping in disbelief. “No… Oh Lord, no… Why…? Why did you send them?” I stumbled backward, seeking refuge in a container.

The figures suddenly exhibited awkward movements, as if still adjusting to the earth and air. My panic, previously filled with hysteria, transformed into a more strategic and measured state. I could hear my own breaths echoing through the air as I sprinted, my eyes scanning the surroundings. Spotting an abandoned building, I paused to contemplate. Yes, that would be my destination. With determination, I sprinted toward the dilapidated structure.

Inside the abandoned building, the broken window provided me with a slender passage. Once safely inside, I cautiously distanced myself from the windows and doors. My gaze swept across the desolate interior, revealing nothing but dried-out paper, broken planks, and shards of plastic. However, my eyes remained fixed on the broken window, searching for the slightest hint of movement.

Time seemed to stretch as I waited, my eyes locked on the shattered frame. The tension built as I peered out another window, catching a glimpse of their shadows—horrifyingly hideous shadows. My gaze darted from window to window, my mind playing tricks on me, until a sudden crash shattered the silence. A claw burst through one of the windows, causing me to yelp and cover my ears. Determined to escape, I hurried toward another window in the distance. With desperation, I removed my shoe and struck the glass, but before I could break free, another claw shattered the window, invading my sanctuary.

Wiping the glass shards from my face, my only option was to flee upstairs. My eyes darted across the surroundings until I discovered a door. I entered swiftly, slamming it shut behind me, hoping for a respite from the impending danger.

Desperately trying to catch my breath, I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear. “Please! I’m sorry! I… I’m okay! I don’t need you to be here! I am sorry! I… I am sorry. Is it…? But why? Am I Truly that horrible? Do I deserve this? Am I someone deserving of such persecution? I don’t know if this is an appropriate reaction. I felt… I felt calm. I felt you… not forgive but… pull. I felt you were tired. Is forgetting not the same as forgiveness? At least in the context of natural and divine law. That this offense is dropped, and I can go home. Ha! Home! Home?! What does that mean? You sent me away! You… you sent me away…”

As I poured out my confused thoughts, the sound of thunder rumbled once more, causing me to tilt my head in bewilderment. Suddenly, footsteps reverberated on the stairs, their weight shaking the room with each thunderous stomp.

“No. I don’t want to be here. I want to go. Send me away again. Please. Let that be it. Send me away,” I pleaded desperately, my voice tinged with desperation. Yet, my confusion intensified as I heard the familiar sound of thunder, and I took a step back.

“Mom? This isn’t you. Dad? Why?” I crouched against the wall next to the door, my trembling hand pressed against my forehead, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding around me.

In an instant, a claw tore through the door, shattering any semblance of safety. My scream pierced the air, echoing my terror. The Kabiri burst through the door, their presence undeniable. I attempted to crawl away, but it was too late. The Kabiri seized me, their grip unyielding, sealing my fate within their grasp.

HOME

The lakeside lay sweeps, consumed by fire, with lifeless trees as witnesses. The sky bore an otherworldly hue, unlike any place on Earth I had ever seen.

The Kabiri held me captive, gripping my limbs tightly, suspending me above the ground. I fought with all my strength, my feet, head, and forearms flailing, but my struggles proved futile.

I attempted to maintain my screams, but I found myself in a desolate realm where no one could hear me, and the Kabiri remained indifferent. They carried out their master’s will, leading me into the waters of Acherusia Lake for the cleansing.

Their hands descended, attempting to submerge me. The cold sting of the water elicited an unintended reaction, granting me a momentary respite from their grasp.

Momentarily released, I seized the opportunity to resist, bringing my head above the water’s surface. Yet, it became a harrowing struggle as the Kabiri redoubled their efforts, pushing me back down into the depths. They succeeded in submerging my head, and I fought against the suffocating pressure.

The two of them, united in strength, kept me submerged. I fought to hold my breath, but the desperate struggle drained me. I was compelled to open my mouth, gasping for air that eluded me. The water engulfed me, and I succumbed to its suffocating embrace.

After what felt like an eternity, the struggle ceased. The Kabiri emerged from the water, leaving me motionless in its wake. The water grew calm, mirroring the serene reflection of the moon upon my face.

Am I finally somewhere…? A home? My eyes opened.

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My First YouTube video is Out!!!!! A Teaser for the short story “Pawn” now available via the bookshelf!

This is a teaser for a short story currently available via the Bookshelf. I used AI for the audio and the images to compliment it.

Hello, my name is Miguel Maestas. I have been writing mainly fiction stories since I was a kid. I was always told it is such a highly competitive field and I should never even bother. But I always kept it up as a hobby. Then I saw a video that said you should only become an author if you have this endless urge, this all consuming desire to write. Realizing I had that I knew I had to take a step. This is my step. Here I will be posting teasers of stories and art associated with them (not done by me, I can’t draw). I will also be looking to give advice and am open to collaborations. I am a fan of a variety of mediums so if you are interested you will see teasers for novels and novellas, short stories, comics, and scripts (short, feature length teaser, and tv pilot). I am also looking to support and promote other writers who are just starting out like me. On this site I have created News and Featured pages to build a community. If you have any stories you would like to share please check out the featured page and consider submitting something to get your work and your name out there.

Pawn

Austin woke up standing, stark still, staring into a dusky horizon. He was in a dark field with individual blades of grass each around eight feet tall which gave Austin an unfamiliar feeling of being small. The grass was all around him except for the small clearing he was in. Austin felt a pain in his hand. He looked down and saw he was gripping a sword. Without warning, a figure in a full metal suit attacked. Austin gave two lucky panic blocks, one on the left and one on the right. 

Austin tried to shout, “Stop!” but his throat could produce no voice. Questions ran through Austin’s mind: What’s happening? Who is this person? Where am I? How did I get here? The figure gave Austin no time to do anything other than defend. Austin ducked but a metal boot to his knee laid him onto the ground. Think, Austin, think! Is there a way you can reason with this man? How did you get here? Remember anything you can. 

He remembered going to school that morning. It had been a cold winter morning. Thankfully, there was no wind. He saw his friend Colin before class and they texted each other from their separate math classes. They met up again for lunch, but from there, Austin could not remember anything.  

Think, damnit! 

Austin’s eyes adjusted and he could see the dark attacker a little clearer now. It was in a metal suit whiter than classical knights but nonetheless it is in a knight’s suit.  Its head was cloaked in darkness still.

Austin tried to think again of the morning.  Colin had gone over to another table at lunch with some other friends to talk to the gamers.  “Gamer nerds,” they were called by most of the students. Colin smiled and laughed easily with them as they talked about video games. Then things had changed. Colin knew what each of them were insecure about and exploited it like Alex’s weight and Nathan’s nose. Even Derek, whose insecurities no one really knew, was easy prey for Colin. Austin did have some things on Derek. He saw him shove the crippled girl. And there was that time he ran over that bunny. Austin ignored the bullying. Derek did not seem to mind. He just stared blankly at Colin.

Austin got up and stepped back. He tried to scream but his throat produced nothing but a weak and quiet croak. The knight continued forward. His sword was heavy but the knight’s sword looked like it weighed twice as much. Austin desperately blocked the swipes which are becoming increasingly more exhausting to block. The next blow could kill him. 

But why? Why is he hurting me?

The knight was strong and swift.  He was a warrior, unwinded, patiently wearing out the weaker opponent.  It was easy.  

Austin could not help but panic.  His mind raced into memories still trying to make sense of his situation. 

He remembered a boy named Ricky in middle school. Now, that was a real bully. He had really kicked Derek’s ass. Derek used to cry about it. Austin would watch along with everyone else. No one did anything. No one told on Ricky. That is until Ricky turned his attention to someone else. Ricky liked Ashley like most of the boys in class. But Ashley along with most of the girls in class liked Austin because he was nice and handsome. One of the girls left Austin an unsigned love note that Ricky had found in his math book then proceeded to find Austin at lunch and attack him. Ricky broke Austin’s arm. Ricky got expelled because Austin was too popular to be bullied. 

The knight swung down three hard times and left Austin crouching. Anticipating the next blow, Austin rolled away. The ground was marble. It’s dirty, and large blades of  grass grow in between the square tiles. He looked up. The knight was advancing again. Austin looked back at the ground. Black marble tiles, then white tiles, then black. It looked like his grandfather’s checkerboard. 

Colin had walked away from the “Gamer Nerds” table and had said terrible things just loud enough for Austin to hear. Austin cringed at his insults and knew that students nearby could hear Colin too and thought of him as the worst sort of bully.   

Austin had always thought that he was doing Colin a favor by not telling him that others think he’s a mean-spirited bully. Colin complained loudly to cover, “Ugh, I can’t believe we already have another test today. Give us some fucking time to read the book! Am I right? Damn Mrs. S is an asshole.”   

Austin was not even sure what book Colin was referring to since Colin did not bother to study,  Colin continued, “God! Derek looks so fucking creepy. He seriously looks like he is going to shoot up the school.” Austin could see Derek’s reflection in the stainless steel colonnades around the lunchroom tables. His cowlick stuck straight up.  His image was asymmetrical, but Austin recognized the glower. Derek is a little unstable. 

Austin looked up. A change of plans. Go on the offensive. Austin swung wildly but his blow was blocked easily. He made a decisive thrust but was evaded. The knight punched Austin’s face so hard it knocked two tiles back. 

Austin had often let Colin cheat off of him in junior high.  It was probably the only reason Colin was still in school. Austin thought he would start trying a little harder now in high school. Despite all of the help Austin gave, Colin never seemed to appreciate it. Austin was numb to him. 

He remembered one afternoon talking to Derek. He remembered it was the first time he had seen Derek smile in some time. He was going on about how when people are dying their brains release a chemical making them basically dream while they are dying. The Ashley called him a freak and his smile faded and his face became bright red.

Austin got up and started to run back to the fight but stopped. It finally occurred to him that he could run away. 

Why did it take me so long? 

He tried running through some of the tall grass but it would not move. It is not hard but his muscles do not want to work against it. He turned around. The knight lunged at him.  Austin barely moved out of his path in time. The sword tore through his shirt beneath the armpit. The knight withdrew the sword. Free to move, Austin only tripped over his own feet. He looked at the knight who walked towards him. Austin cringed and crawled away in horror.

He did not remember much of what Derek had said after that and Ashley and Colin had left that conversation almost mid-sentence being bored. Austin followed. 

The knight crept closer. Austin’s eyes were finally adjusted, but there was something else not right. The knight’s helmet was not a helmet. It was a large headpiece with a big round base where the head should be. It rose decreasing gradually in circumference and out again to a sphere on top.

The final period of that cold winter’s day had been dull.  Another worksheet, fill in the blank. Colin wadded his up and tossed it at the back of Derek’s head.  The gray sky did nothing to dispel the boredom of class.   Austin tried to remember what it was they had talked about.  A party? Ashely’s scholarship? Colin’s dream car?  Maybe it had been their plans after high school.  What will they be? What was Austin going to be? He could not decide between a future as a lawyer or life as a professional football player. He dreamed of a full-ride scholarship to USC.

Austin got up. He did not want to die. He unfolded from the crouch and threw himself furiously at the figure moving in for the kill.  He swung his own sword wildly, hacking and slashing with every ounce of strength he could muster. The figure blocked and blocked, then countered. Austin narrowly dodged. Austin stepped back and for a brief moment really looked at his enemy. His mind was unable to comprehend what it saw.  This was not a human. The headpiece does not make biological sense. There is no mouth, no nose, no eyes.

Austin had joined in as Colin whispered insults and threw broken pencil pieces at the back of Derek’s head. 

Ashley added, “He’s so ugly he should die.” Before long, she and her friends were talking about nail polish.

 Austin ignored them and did the busy work. Derek did not look well that day. Derek used to be more fun when we were young. We were buddies, We used to play catch. Austin tried to get Derek to join football with him but Derek refused. He remembered that he had joined the football team so he could be a leader, maybe be somebody to look up to. 

I don’t know what happened to me. 

The figure did not wait for Austin to catch his breath. He struck again and Austin lost ground. He tried to counter with swipes at the top of the headpiece but it merely made him vulnerable to a smack to the face with the hilt, a left jab to the stomach, and a kick in the shin.

Think, Austin. You need a plan, a play. “Think smart,” Coach always says.  

He ran into the open.  He felt secure with his athletic body.  He planted his feet strongly on solid ground. The figure moved towards him. Austin found that he can more easily block his opponent when he looks at his hands rather than the sword.  He struggled to anticipate the knight’s moves before he made them.  The knight was large and while quick was now seemingly more predictable.  Austin blocked and hacked at the figure, but he found he cannot compete with the speed and was growing increasingly tired. A punch fell him harder than ever before. He was knocked several feet back and onto the ground. The sword fell by his side.

What else had happened that day? He did not do too much really.  He remembered that he hung out with Ashley right after school then Colin later in the afternoon.  He had eaten dinner then gone to bed. What else? What else? Remember! 

Derek had not talked to him during dinner. Austin tried to talk to him, “Hey, everything okay? Do you know what time Mom and Dad are getting back? Want to watch a movie?” Nothing. Austin finished dinner alone and went to bed.

The figure walked slowly towards him. Austin knew the knight intends to stab him through the heart this time. Why?!! The figure stabbed forward, but Austin’s sword deflected the stab into his shoulder. He screamed in pain. A real scream. A scream that echoed in the air. The figure swung its large metal foot around and kicked Austin in the head. 

Austin remembered being woken up.  His bed was soaked with sweat.  He was terrified. His chest was wet. There was a shadow in his doorway. It walked toward him. In one hand was a large shadow. As he got closer the shadow in its hand became clear. It was Colin’s head! The shadow raised a knife but before he could swing his arm or duck to the left to defend himself, the figure stabbed him and…  

Was he in the marble field or was he in bed? Which one was real? Austin realized that the field must be a dream. His body was only imagining this pain. He scurried away. He found he hardly had the strength to stand back up. Wait! If this is a dream, then is the other thing real? No, it cannot be. Who is in my room?

He looked at the figure. The figure was not done with him. It dawned on him now that this figure was not a knight with a strange headpiece. The headpiece was a chess pawn. It was a humanized pawn. 

Thoughts echoed in his head. Derek’s words about when the body dies, the brain releases a chemical that makes a person dream.   

Maybe that’s what this is. The dream before death. Am I dead? He looked at the pawn as if it would answer him. Not dead but dying. 

But why? It did not feel true, but Austin accepted that either he was really here or he was lying there bloody and poked full of holes in his bed while the last synapses in his brain fired and his heart came to a halt. Maybe death here will hopefully speed up the process. 

He swung at the pawn a few times but was blocked.  Then the sword pierced his abdomen. He looked down at his bloody shirt. 

This is too painful. Get it over with.

 He moved a few inches back without falling.  He looked at the pawn,  

Just finish this. 

The pawn withdrew the sword from his abdomen and then drove it into his heart. 

Suddenly, the figure in his room was clear. Derek was standing above him with a knife in hand. But why? It had always been Colin and Ashley who degraded him. Austin felt no responsibility for his brother’s safety.

Death did not come to Austin, not immediately. His body fell limp and the pawn let him slide off the sword. He landed on his back and the pawn dragged him away. The pawn leaned him against the grass. Austin could not move. He watched the other chess pieces come and he watched them play. Like Austin and Derek used to do.

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