Long Way Down Rules Novels & Stories

The piece tumbled onto the floor, landing silently on the ruge. William smiled again, and this time, his eyes burned. “But a fourth day will dawn. And when it does... the game will begin anew.”

He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

No more rules. Just us.

Once I moved past though, I noticed the piece of paper neatly placed on the desk, and I carefully sat down in the chair, scooched closer to the desk, and started to read the sheet of paper. 'Rules for the killings:' were the first words in bold at the top of the page, already making me feel sick. '1. Night time begins at 12 AM and ends at 7 AM. During this time, all contestants must be in their cells, and are not permitted to leave.' One rule in and I could already feel a controlling aura coming from whoever is making us go through this. Even still, I kept reading. '2. Destruction of any important pieces of equipment (loudspeakers, cameras, etc), is strictly prohibited.' Reading that made me

"Right. Well, we've come up with a total of eight rules, that you will have to abide by in order to accomplish this challenge." Zane explains. "Rule 1: You by no means are to disclose the details of this challenge with the person we deem fit." "Rule 2: You must remain with the person for a minimum of six months. Longer would be preferred." "Rule 3: There is to be no philandering of any kind throughout the duration of the challenge. You are to remain monogamous at all times."

"You're serious." "Completely." "We'd need rules." "Obviously." He leaned forward, and suddenly the air between us felt charged. "Then let's write them down." *** Twenty minutes later, we had "The Contract": Duration: 30 days Safe word: Mercy Either party can stop at any time, no questions asked Complete honesty required Rule #1: Friendship comes first Rule #2: No catching feelings Rule #3: What happens during the arrangement stays private I stared at the second rule. "No catching feelings? Really?"

No rules. Just us.

A large number of people staring up at him with the kind of silence that comes right before something terrible. "The game is called Takeout," he mentioned. "The rules are simple. You have ten minutes to kill as many players as possible. For every player you eliminate, you receive five of their lives to carry into future rounds." He tilted his head slightly. "Protect yourself or don't….That is entirely up to you." Nobody moved. "Guards." The doors above the platform opened. Crates dropped from the ceiling on thick cables and hit the floor with a sound like cannon fire, splitting open on impact. Guns, knives, batons, and rope spilled out across the black tile in every direction.

Sharky's with Doug and Melissa started ok. We ordered and had had some drinks and appetizers when the beer started working on my bladder, and there was no ignoring it anymore. I had to visit the ladies' room. Rob stood up to let me slide out of the booth, but I tripped over his foot when I stood up. It scuffed my shoe, and I said, "Shoot! I love these shoes."

"Yes, Boss." The pitch-black car continued to drive, cutting through the main road in the Northern District. It was headed towards its destination, which would be reached in thirty minutes. The assistant resumed his duties, while the boss stared at the screen displaying trivial news about the government. Nevertheless, his focus was on the moment when he would ultimately come into power. "Just a little longer, Pa, just a little longer," he thought to himself, then he indulged in the red wine in his hand. ***[]***