Pahimakas: The Survival Game

In their eyes, I am the vilest person that ever existed. Survival. In this world, it is the only thing that matters to me. “Mercy! Please spare me! I-I don’t—it was an accident I could’ve—arrghh!” With every life that disappears before my eyes, I decided to feel nothing but relief. Whenever a last breath was taken by my hands, my mind was at ease… and thankful that it was not me lying cold and lifeless on the ground. “Seventeenth. More to go, Aphelion.” That arrogant voice... That same, perpetual voice that appears every time I dispose a point or should I say; every time I kill someone she shows up. “Oh, a naughty old p*****t this time, aye?” she commented as soon as she kneeled on the rocky ground where the man with a stout body lies with his own blood drowning him. “Denise,” I called her name as I remained standing, looking at the scene in front of me with a solemn stare. “How long will you push me into this?” Her brows raised as her eyes met mine. “A mission is a mission, Aphelion. The rules are the rules. In this game, it’s a choice if you live or die.” She then stood up and pulled the dagger out of the cadaver’s throat. In a flash of a second, she appeared in front of me and slammed the bloody weapon on my chest. “It’s not my fault you dared enter this game. And besides, don’t you think you’re helping the human world in this way?” She chuckled and touched my face, smearing it on my cheek. “Decreasing population, perhaps?” Viscous liquid covered my hand as soon as the dagger’s blade touched my skin. The moon’s light was bright enough to see that it was blood. I chuckled as I stared at it. Right, a game. This was all a game, a survival game. Whether be dead or alive, everything was just a game but life is the cost.