I'm so hungry right now.

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Notes: Thoughts

Chapter Four

.:The Player's Game:.

Glass clanged with each other as forest green felt had slid over the board. He smirked, watching as his opponent was intently staring at his piece that he moved.

His opponent, he noted, was turning white in color, face flushed and palms greasy with cold sweat. "How could he," his opponent muttered to an audible whisper, "How could this . . ."

His opponent then frowned immediately, a dark expression on her face. Like in a comedic children's show, her hair whipped around her, floating in the air when the heavy aura surrounded and drowned her curvaceous figure. Her fists were clenched tight, anger surging through her red velvet veins. Glancing at him, she watched as his smirk turned into a satisfied grin, pearly white canines shined in the sunlight. This man will be the death of me, she thought.

She breathed in a gulp of crisp air, closing her eyes and opening them momentarily to see her opponent still in his triumphant state. Unclenching her hands, she released a breath, finally keeping her head level and filled with strategic thoughts. Clamping her hands together, she rested her chin on the back of her hands, knuckles slightly pale and palms red and irritated. Her eyes glanced at the glass board. If I move this, then that would happen, she thought, But if I move that piece, then my king will be open for a checkmate.

After moments of antagonizing silence, she hovered her hand on top of her chosen piece, satisfied with her final option. She grabbed the glass piece, and with a serene smile, she landed her piece. Now or never, she breathed.

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The tattooed man was now the one frozen, shocked at the scarlet haired woman who outsmarted him. "The tables have turned," she said, crossing her metal-covered arms and leaned back in her seat, watching him struggle with a mocking twitch of her mouth. "Checkmate."