The Housepet Games: Chapter Six
Chapter Six
King had no idea where he was going as he ran from
Peanut. This was bad. He'd already lost his partner, and there were
still four other players besides him.
His chances weren't looking good.
Calm down, he told
himself. It's just a game, right? Peanut
didn't actually kill Fox!"
To his dismay, this did little to calm his nerves. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins,
dulling his senses and telling him to run.
He was so desperate to get SOMEWHERE that he nearly ran right out into a
small clearing. He realized what he was
seeing just in time, though, and skidded to a halt. Good thing too, he realized, because there
was Max, waiting for someone to venture stupidly out into the open. He had a knife in one hand, held by the
blade, ready to be thrown.
King dropped to the ground before Max could see him. His body trembled with fright. It's just a game, he reminded himself. It's just a stupid game! He chanced a look up, and saw that Max still
hadn't seen him. He stayed that way for
a few moments, a plan slowly forming in his head.
There were plenty of trees and bushes surrounding the clearing. If King could stay low, he could probably use
it to sneak around Max without being detected.
In this case, his tiny stature would actually come in handy! Having no other option, King began to crawl
across the ground on his belly. It took
several minutes, and he constantly forced himself to stop to make sure Max hadn't
caught wind of him, but eventually he managed to get behind Max's back. But just as he was about to stand up and take
off again, another idea popped into his head.
He glanced down at his knife, and then back at Max. The cat was still staring off in the other
direction, completely oblivious to King's presence.
Instead of getting up, King altered his course and began
crawling towards Max. He went even
slower this time, pausing every few seconds to make sure the cat didn't catch
his scent. When he was within arm's
reach, he slowly stood up, his whole body trembling. His breath caught in his throat, creating a
soft hiccupping sound.
"What the carp?" Max exclaimed, spinning around.
King didn't give the cat time to react. He raised his knife and drove it into Max's
chest as hard as he could. Eyes wide
with shock, Max stumbled backwards before falling onto his rump.
"You?" he choked. "No
way!"
With that, he fell to his back and vanished in a cloud of
smoke, just as Fox had. For over a
minute, King could only stand there, hardly able to believe that he was still
alive. Finally, he regained his senses
and stepped forward to retrieve his knife. Maybe, just maybe, things would work out
better than he'd thought!
The sound of a sword being pulled from its scabbard caused
him to spin around in fright. There stood
Grape, holding her weapon towards him, ready to put it to use.
"My name is Grape Jelly Sandwich," she said, a
fearsome gleam in her eye. "You killed
my boyfriend. Prepare to die!"