I Spy

“No,” Adam drops his sword, blood trickling down his arm. 

“Oh yes,” Arson grins, hand wrapped around the throat of some poor recruit the ‘hero’ decided would be his sacrifice. 

“Why?!” Adam falls to his knees, watching as the lifeless body crumpled to the ground. A body once full of magic and song. A body that laughed at his jokes and cried tears. A body who shouldn’t have been here. If it wasn’t for him. “Why?”

Arson rolls his eyes and walks over to Adam, picking up the sword they had fashioned just for the moment. “Always the same questions. Why, why, why, me, me, me. The answer is never going to be good enough for you, so why even ask?” Arson throws the sword to the side. Honestly, they were just gunna kill this poor kid, but this was far more entertaining. 

“Why? You’ve killed them! My brothers, my village, everyone close to me you kill them all! The least you could do is tell me why.” Adam glances to the sword before looking back to Arson, hands curled into fists. Standing fast, Adam does his best to knock them in the jaw. Arson was, of course, expecting this and just side steps. He grabs Adams hand and uses their momentum to push them away. 

“No, the least I could do is kill you.”

“You wouldn’t,” Adam turns, sweat and blood clinging to his face. “That would require mercy.” He bends his knees and gets ready for another attack. 

A grin spreads across Arsons face and a laugh erupts from his belly. “You catch on quick, son! Although, I can’t give you too much credit. I did spell it out for you.” He turns, walking to the wall in which Adams brothers hang, nailed down. 

“Why me?! Why are you doing this to me!” Adam runs to the devil screaming as loud as he could, all Arson could do was, sigh. This game was getting boring.

Arson just spun in the opposite direction so they’re now behind Adam and kicked him in the butt. “You think you are special? That you’re some kid of hero? You’re a nobody. Why you? Why did you live and they die?” Arson walks up the steps to his throne, passing a surely dying Adam on his way. He crossed his legs and leans back in his seat, a smile on his face. “I saw them first.”