Teaser - Asking For It
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"I think you've got me this time," James joked.
Celine didn't care that he was talking trash. She kept her hand on the mouse, squinting at the darkened hallway she expected her adversary to be sneaking through. She'd made him eat his words before, though the kill score was 20 to 4 him. She just had to find the right combination of luck and skill.
"I'm coming - you better not miss," James said, his voice echoing through Celine's speakers. He was trying to distract her, trying to cover the approach of his footsteps in the game. He was stalking her - appropriate, since his icon showed he was a cougar. He couldn't know she was a deer, since she'd learned long ago to use a less-pretty icon. She'd taken to pretending she was a pig so she'd get hit on, less, which worked most of the time. Some guys were just really into pigs, though.
James ran forward with confidence. It didn't matter that she knew right where he was going. He'd played with "CoOINK-idens21" enough to know that not only was she just a girl (couldn't disguise that over voice chat), but also that she was slow to target at close range. She'd stupidly hidden in the corridor when what she really needed was a fair bit of distance. She was concentrating too hard to respond to his taunts.
James said, "Wait, are you -?" but jumped past the crate lining up his sights into the corner he expected to find her. She could be on the left or the right, but she wouldn't be moving. She never tried to dodge - whenever he threatened her she just stayed crouched and did her best to stop him. She fired, several bullets striking him in the shoulder, but she hadn't accounted for his jump. He landed crouched, sidestepping left and then right to throw off her aim as he centered his cursor on her head.
Blam!
She was down for the round. 21 to 4.
"Dammit!" she bleated over the microphone.
"Almost got me," he lied.
"Yeah right. This game is bullshit. No one would _jump_around a corner in real life."
James quickly ran his fingers across the keys, equipping for the next round. This was supposed to be a team game, but this server was just for the small town of Piddleton. Sure, anyone could join, but he knew most of the guys who played (later in the day). He had to guess that CoOINK-idens21 either went to the other high school, or maybe she was actually twenty-one and went to the local shitty college. It was one of those chain colleges that have little branches in little towns. "Not my fault if you can't shoot," he taunted.
"If I ever made enough money to buy a sniper rifle..." Celine whined.
"You think you could make that shot, if only you were zoomed so far in you couldn't see anything?"
"I wouldn't be in the corridor."
The next showdown was only a minute later, and this time James was the one with the bomb. He crouched behind a few of the crates, listening for her footsteps. But she was walking, so he had to keep peeking, waiting for any movement. He caught something near the double doors, and he froze. He didn't want to give his position away. Carefully, he lined up his crosshairs, waiting for her to commit to entry.
She didn't jump through. He waited. Nothing. Did she go around? He glanced right, only to glance back and see that she had jumped through in that split instant. He couldn't know that Celine had figured out a tell. James' microphone was too sensitive, and she could hear his breathing. She'd heard his breath inhale sharply as he caught sight of her at the door, so she waited until she heard him breath again. Still, she only got a few shots off before he adjusted, and she had to retreat to a nearby set of boxes. She'd taken a few hits, but suspected that James was at less health. She had the advantage!
"I know where you are..." the cougar purred, slowly peeking around the edge of the box he suspected Celine wouldn't expect. He was wrong - she was there, aimed right on him.
"Ahh!" James exclaimed, jumping. But instead of jumping in the game, he jumped in real life at the sudden, sharp intrusion of the door behind him. The door knob had let out a metallic clink as it opened, but no one was supposed to be home! He glanced back, only to see one of Julia's friends, frozen like a lamb in the headlights, her long, white ears flattened and her mouth open in surprise.
"Dammit!" he exclaimed, turning his attention back to the game just in time to watch himself get blown away by Celine. 21 to 5.
"Got ya!," the deer taunted, unaware of the interruption that had just cost James so dearly.
Growling, the cougar said, "Hold on - a little bitch_just walked in my room. Give me five, and then we can continue_uninterrupted."
"Sure, great excuse," Celine taunted. "Poor lil' kitty got raped."
Clenching his fist, James said, "Poor lil' _sheep_s'about to get raped!" He switched to observer mode so no more rounds of the game would queue up and tossed his headset onto the desk, turning around to face the trembling little girl.