Other than his eyes, he looked no different to any other boy in this place. Just another dirty, skinny urchin plucked from the streets, and dumped on this spit of barren rock. His eyes though, they were black and almost round, but even that wasn't what made him strange. No, it was the way he looked at you, because he didn't. He looked beyond, as if seeing something none of the rest of us could see.
Maybe he did. I had never cared enough to talk to him, and I didn't wish to now.
"There must be someone else," I said to my two friends. Five hundred boys in this prison of ours, and not one was willing to join our game?
"If we can't find anyone, then we can't fight," Billy said.
Jack just scowled.
I wasn't sure who to side with. I longed to watch Jack box, but he's bigger than both me and Billy. While we were happy to be someone's second, neither of us wanted to be on the receiving end of Jack's punches. Nor did any of the other boys we knew.
"It's not worth fighting over," I said, trying to focus. "It's a game. We can't be heard talking of fighting."
Jack scowled again. "Okay. It's just a game. But maybe the most important game of our lives..."
The statement hung over us as we strove to think of a fourth to join us. A shadow flitted across us. "Denk!" I called, looking up at a tall, muscular silhouette. "Denk. You'll join our game?"
"Game?" Denk moved closer. "What game?"
We moved aside so Denk could see what was on the table. "It's called Courtroom. It's the great new game from Evil Editor. Everybody's talking about it! Each player is a famous TV lawyer..."
Opening: Xenith.....Continuation: anon.