Checkmate {Harvey}
Mar 30, 2020 20:46:02 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Mar 30, 2020 20:46:02 GMT -5
Blood is the first thing he noticed when the door finally opened.
"Shit."
The word leaves his lips under his breath, gravelled by the disbelief. Eyes travel across the rich bathroom walls and floors, until he can see Amrin's empty eyes. For a second, he almost breaks. There's a pain that flows through his chest as he can remember her words towards him. Cold, unnerving, and full of calculated fluctuations. Dead bodies are stacking up, Harvey knew this was only going to get worse before better. A heavy hand over his heart as he prays to a god his mother used to. Eyes scanning Amrin as he tries to avoid her eyes. Looking for the one thing that Amrin would never give up without her life.
Except, there's no notebook. Nothing there, but Amrin's dead body. A chill runs down his spine as he almost nudges Fiora, but he doesn't. Too many eyes. Too many people. This wasn't what they needed to discuss in front of others. Fiora speaks as his eyes reach Poppy. Fire that once burned through her no longer there as he feels himself steady his feet, planting them a little heavier to the floor.
"What the hell is this."
Malcolm Nox. Blaine Goulding. Adam Taupe. Poppy Rohan. Amrin Delphine. Five dead and eight of them left. Pieces on a chessboard being pushed around, over and over. Fingers grasp the hem of his shirt, comforting himself as he looks away from the bodies, hearing himself whisper under his breath once more. They were being played. This game wasn't theirs anymore and he's tired of being a pawn in it. Heavy like stone, he stares away from the bodies, trying to avoid eye contact with others.
"Chaos."
A notebook missing. His name for the ones to leave. No name in the will. Beryl. Fiora. Adrien. Whitney. Indigo. Coralie. Violet. Which of them would kill? Was there more than one killer? Fingers tap on the hem of his shirt as he can remember the chill of being alone. The loneliness of the past filling him once more. There used to be days when he could smile more than before. After all of this, even if he's to survive, there's gonna be no more smiles. No more sunshine to make him feel at least whole for a little bit. Harvey's been around death too much, praying to a god he doesn't believe in for his mother's advice. Eyes glance at Adrien and Indigo as they pass him. Words heavy in the air, with a certain desperation to them.
"We're leaving, Indigo. Now."
For a second, he almost decides to follow, but Harvey's tired of following. This was no longer a game where trust could be had. Fiora was the only one he could really trust. Indigo was the other, except he wasn't sure anymore. Eyes glance around the room before he huffs and heads towards the only place that he can remember having significance since the start of the competition.
Alone. The lights flicker off. Harvey's never been more terrified of what could happen in the dark, until this moment. Eyes wide, fist clenched to protect himself. Feet stop with a certain vigor before the lights flicker back on. A moment to take a deep breath as he steps into the game room where a game of chess is left unplayed. Pawns standing tall. Kings and queens staring the others down. Knights, rooks, and bishops ready to protect the important ones. As a kid, he always loved the pieces. The type of wood making the pieces what they are. Fingertip touches the king, knocking it down as he stares at the rest of the pieces.
A king for Malcolm. A rook for Blaine. A knight for Adam. A bishop for Poppy. A queen for Amrin. Pawns left across the board, rooks and knights and bishops pretending like they are apart of a new game. Another king stares down the field and for a moment, Harvey can feel the stare on his back. The shiver that runs up his spine as he pockets one of the rooks. Stone, tall, strong, and sturdy movements. Fingers begin to pull apart the room, searching for something, anything. The way there's a feeling of being watched makes him feel on edge even more so than before.
"Alright. Let's play your game."
Words slip from his lips as he moves tables, chairs, and whatever he can on his own. Eyes glancing around for anything useful. He's tired of these games this killer wants to play. Eyes glance around the room as he pulls cushions off of chairs. Curtains tossed about as he searches long and hard for what something; anything. All of this was a game of life or death now. A game just like the Hunger Games where there was no winners, only dead bodies and trauma left behind. A deep breath as Harvey ignores the feeling of eyes and the worry for the others, despite knowing any one of them could be the killer.
Checkmate.
Harvey was going to do everything in his power to cause the checkmate on the board.
No longer bound by the same rules as before, he wasn't playing anymore.
Life or death.
Harvey would choose justice.
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