Game Over
By Josette Brooks
The cold wind of October blows as a young female enters a graveyard with a male following her.
"We are here now, da?" she speaks with a smile, her voice holding a slight Russian accent. She's wearing a black and white striped shirt, olive green jeans, black Vans, black fingerless gloves, and silver dog tags. She has pale skin, hazel-green eyes that hide behind navy blue glasses, and black hair.
"Yeah. Let's just start!" the male replies, looking around at the tombstones. His voice holds nothing but American in it. He has fair skin, chocolate brown eyes, and dark brown shoulder length hair. He's wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, black Converse shoes, and a black hat.
"Okay! Who's it?" the girl asks.
"I'll be it, I guess." The male turns around, resting his arms on a nearby tombstone, with his head resting on his arms. "Hurry up and hide! And remember, the game doesn't end until-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know! Now count!" The male closes his eyes, slowly counting to ten. The girl runs off, going towards an old tree and climbing up. Once she hears the boy shout the famous words, "Ready or not, here I come," she closes her eyes, praying he doesn't find her.
A few minutes have passed, and the boy still hasn't found his partner.
"Where are you, commie?" he growls to himself, looking around the graveyard. Giving it another quick glance, he sighs. "ALRIGHT, JENNIFER! COME ON OUT! I CAN'T FIND YA!"
"Ha! I knew you wouldn't be able to!" The girl jumps down, walking towards the boy.
"Whatever. Go count, will ya?" The boy runs off, allowing Jennifer to count to ten. This time, he hides in the church that's in the cemetery, hiding beneath one of the pews.
"OKAY, FRANKY! I'M COMING FOR YOU!" Jennifer skips around the graveyard, a smile on her face. Franky stays hidden, giggling slightly as he hears the girl go past the church.
Four minutes pass, and Jennifer hasn't given up. Just before Franky decides to leave, he hears the doors open. Knowing it's Jennifer, he stays hidden. A soft thudding is heard. Franky smiles as he watches black shoes pass by his hiding spot.
"Hm... GOTCHA!" A hand reaches under, grabbing Franky's hoodie and pulling him out.
"Alright, commie! Ya got me! Now let go!" Franky laughs, his back facing the girl who's caught him.
"Commie? Why would you call me that, comrade?" Wait... when did Jennifer's voice become scratchy? And hold more of a Russian accent? "You should know I don't like being called that!"
"Huh? Jennifer what're you-"
Jennifer walks out of the graveyard, her phone in hand. She unlocks the black device, and before she can do anything, a message appears. She tilts her head, still walking down the street, a knife in her left hand.
'Hey, you okay? -Frau'
'Yeah, I'm cool. Kinda cold, but I'll be home soon~!'
''Kay! :3 Franky still with you? -Frau'
'Actually, no. We were playing hide and seek, and I couldn't find him! I figured he ditched me. He usually does that... -.- Stupid capitalist pig...'
'Well, you'll see him tomorrow at school! We can shout at him then! -Frau'
'Sounds like a plan, mein frau~!'
Franky A. Night Found Dead in Fairfield Cemetery
The police have found a fifteen-year-old boy by the name of Franky A. Night dead in a cemetery. His throat was slit and his body was left by an old tree near the church. Police have found little evidence to find his killer and will be questioning Franky's friends and family to see if he has any enemies who might want to harm him.
A hooded figure smiles, sitting the newspaper down.
"He got what was coming to him," the Russian said before looking at a picture in her hand. In the picture is a girl around Franky's age. She has pale skin, hazel-green eyes, black hair, and is wearing navy blue glasses. "And now, little comrade, you are next."
"We are here now, da?" she speaks with a smile, her voice holding a slight Russian accent. She's wearing a black and white striped shirt, olive green jeans, black Vans, black fingerless gloves, and silver dog tags. She has pale skin, hazel-green eyes that hide behind navy blue glasses, and black hair.
"Yeah. Let's just start!" the male replies, looking around at the tombstones. His voice holds nothing but American in it. He has fair skin, chocolate brown eyes, and dark brown shoulder length hair. He's wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, black Converse shoes, and a black hat.
"Okay! Who's it?" the girl asks.
"I'll be it, I guess." The male turns around, resting his arms on a nearby tombstone, with his head resting on his arms. "Hurry up and hide! And remember, the game doesn't end until-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know! Now count!" The male closes his eyes, slowly counting to ten. The girl runs off, going towards an old tree and climbing up. Once she hears the boy shout the famous words, "Ready or not, here I come," she closes her eyes, praying he doesn't find her.
A few minutes have passed, and the boy still hasn't found his partner.
"Where are you, commie?" he growls to himself, looking around the graveyard. Giving it another quick glance, he sighs. "ALRIGHT, JENNIFER! COME ON OUT! I CAN'T FIND YA!"
"Ha! I knew you wouldn't be able to!" The girl jumps down, walking towards the boy.
"Whatever. Go count, will ya?" The boy runs off, allowing Jennifer to count to ten. This time, he hides in the church that's in the cemetery, hiding beneath one of the pews.
"OKAY, FRANKY! I'M COMING FOR YOU!" Jennifer skips around the graveyard, a smile on her face. Franky stays hidden, giggling slightly as he hears the girl go past the church.
Four minutes pass, and Jennifer hasn't given up. Just before Franky decides to leave, he hears the doors open. Knowing it's Jennifer, he stays hidden. A soft thudding is heard. Franky smiles as he watches black shoes pass by his hiding spot.
"Hm... GOTCHA!" A hand reaches under, grabbing Franky's hoodie and pulling him out.
"Alright, commie! Ya got me! Now let go!" Franky laughs, his back facing the girl who's caught him.
"Commie? Why would you call me that, comrade?" Wait... when did Jennifer's voice become scratchy? And hold more of a Russian accent? "You should know I don't like being called that!"
"Huh? Jennifer what're you-"
Jennifer walks out of the graveyard, her phone in hand. She unlocks the black device, and before she can do anything, a message appears. She tilts her head, still walking down the street, a knife in her left hand.
'Hey, you okay? -Frau'
'Yeah, I'm cool. Kinda cold, but I'll be home soon~!'
''Kay! :3 Franky still with you? -Frau'
'Actually, no. We were playing hide and seek, and I couldn't find him! I figured he ditched me. He usually does that... -.- Stupid capitalist pig...'
'Well, you'll see him tomorrow at school! We can shout at him then! -Frau'
'Sounds like a plan, mein frau~!'
Franky A. Night Found Dead in Fairfield Cemetery
The police have found a fifteen-year-old boy by the name of Franky A. Night dead in a cemetery. His throat was slit and his body was left by an old tree near the church. Police have found little evidence to find his killer and will be questioning Franky's friends and family to see if he has any enemies who might want to harm him.
A hooded figure smiles, sitting the newspaper down.
"He got what was coming to him," the Russian said before looking at a picture in her hand. In the picture is a girl around Franky's age. She has pale skin, hazel-green eyes, black hair, and is wearing navy blue glasses. "And now, little comrade, you are next."
About the Author
My name is Josette Brooks. I am a sophomore at Slippery Rock University duel majoring in Dance and Theater. When I finish college, I hope to break into a career in entertainment. However, if that doesn't work out, I would like to do something with writing since that has always been a small hobby of mine. For as long as I can remember, writing has been my release. It has given me a chance to escape into the worlds I created and my characters became my confidants. My friends would describe me as easy going, a good listener, a wordplay ninja, and a waffle-maker extraordinaire. Fun Facts: I was born in NYC and have been in two professional plays. I have also done various commercials as a child, and my grandmother is Broadway actress, Geraldine Brooks.