Death's Game Novels & Stories

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.

He took out a small wire from his pocket and started tying Miranda’s hand at the back while making her knelt on the ground. “We are going to play a game.” BOOM My face paled when he spoke those words, A Game… A game of death. “This game is called Open and Alive…” He said with a slight hint of excitement in his voice. “The one whose eyes stayed open all the time will stay alive and the one who blinks… would die…” He spoke and I saw Miranda’s eyes widening in acknowledgment. “But… How would that be interesting, huh?” He looked at Miranda to me, “Hmmm…” He tapped his chin as though he was lost in thinking.

He realized, despite not being a video gamer himself, it was the game Lacey was playing when Janice last saw her alive. It was called The House of the Dead.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

She shot the man on the head". Another youth was yet talking when miss Foresta shoots his head as well. They all instantly kept quiet. "Now that I have your attention, rule 1, don't interrupt me when I am speaking. You are all in a death institute where no one knows you. At the outside world, you are dead, you shall all fight for a blue card, a card to live and be trained to be the top assassin, you shall learn skills which your average human won't not know and you must participate on death games and you lose, You die, if you win, you get to live another day. I welcome you once again to deaths door called point black".

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

I asked James loudly, “Dark Death wants to team up with you to fight in Skill Battlefield. What do you think?” James was so excited that he immediately ran out with his kitchen knife and said, “Yes, I will do it.” After meeting Ricky’s gaze, he hurriedly went into the kitchen. I teamed up with Dark Death and invited Dreamer to join us. We played for a round to make adjustments. Dark Death was right, we, as a team, were truly invisible. I had been sitting in front of the computer and playing games. Ricky watched this but he didn’t stop me. He walked to me, placed his hand on th chair, and approached me, “Is the game that fun?”

"Do you all realize what would have happened if she died? We would have all lost. The point of the game is to win, not to kill." "I don't know," Evie shrugs. "Seems like a win to me." Even Zephyra scoffed at that comment and gave Evie a hard side-eye. Laz raises his hand. "I agree with Ace here," he chimes in. "Her death would have led to exposure. Maybe we could have covered it up, but in the end, it would have led to too many questions. It puts the game in danger." "But what if she gets so depressed she commits suicide?" Madison asks. "I mean, that's happened in the past with targets."