Broken

He's dead. His head destroyed, and his body limp on the other side of the room, behind this table. It's hard to believe that could have happened to me. Our chances were equal. Exactly the same. A light bulb hangs from a string, and shadows drift over his broken form. He fades in and out of sight. It's actually kind of beautiful.

In an artistic sort of way.

It happened so suddenly, it still comes as a shock to me. Breathing heavily, and standing before the table. There is a metal cover over the light bulb. I know, because it hit my head when the action made me jump. The loud noise accompanied by his death. I'm still amazed. My gloved hand touches my forehead, and blood stains the fingertips.

What happened here?

None of this matters. Pick my prize off the table, and try to locate the door. It's unbelievably dark in here. The only things in sight are the table, and its close surroundings. None of this will have mattered soon enough.

Ascend the dark staircase, towards the light that beams through the cracks of the cellar door. Only when I put my hand on it, push it open, and feel the lights warmth wash over me do I decide what really happened.

I'm alive. I made it. It's all over, and everything is right. Somehow things feel incomplete, though. Like something is missing, a very important piece, but it can't be seen. It's over, whatever it was. Don't see any holes in my plan. Can't possibly imagine what could go wrong, but something simply doesn't feel right.

What could it be?