checkers

[luke]

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The gentle click of the checkers pieces was the only sound as the two figures sat across from each other. The image the two made together was quite odd. The handsome younger man leaned back, a confused look crossing over his face.
"Now how did you do that?" He questioned hand waving over the board. The other figure moved slightly; the dark hood covering his face from view. A black gloved hand removed a piece and piled it up next to the others. The younger man frowned eyeing his remaining two pieces.
"You know in all my life I have never met anyone who could beat me at checkers." The young man laughed moving his piece so it could be kinged. The hooded figure remained silent and simply moved his own piece stealing yet another of the young man's. He sniffed and leaned back studying the hooded man, a bit of blood dripping from the young man's nose.
"They always said death was a quiet man, but I never knew he was killer at checkers." He laughed at his own joke and leaned over the board moving his remaining piece in a feeble attempt to save himself. The hooded figure didn't move staring down at the board before he finally moved a piece. Again the piece was captured and it seemed the young man lost. "Well I'll be damned." The young man laughed at another one of his jokes.
"I always win at checkers." The hooded figure finally spoke; his voice brittle and deep. The young man gave a tired nod and the two disappeared, a single drop of blood landing in the middle of the board.