“Criminal 163872. You will die in prison unless you want to admit all the things you have ever done. And I don’t mean stealing some candy from the sweet shop.”

“It was my mistake to let her live, I’ll admit that.”

“Criminal 137529. Admit your bad deeds and we can look at a plea.”

“It was my mistake to take care of her, I’ll admit that.”

“What happened? I don’t know? Maybe I was the one who blew up her daughter or maybe she was the one who blew up her daughter or neither. I mean I’m still in one piece so I would pick neither.”

“Okay. I trained her to survive to be the cruelest in the game. I’m not at fault. She had a gun on the side of my head and she still let me down like that shit of a father she has.”

The air was in suffocating every time she talked about her mistake of caring in the times she spoke. She spat out her words like a snake every word looking like a bite closer to his head. It was the gentle breath of his throat as he cleared it up and tipped his chair closer to her face. Her facial features got closer together as the unbearable smell of cologne reached her nose. Her sense of smell was weak but when she smelled that smell she could have smelled as good as a bitch.

“If we’re gonna do this your gonna to tell me your relationship with her. The real one.”

“Are you fucking me? The woman that tormented me. Beat me to a pulp. Reigned her title as her mother like a fucking trophy?”

“Was your sister.”

It was separating them first that he wanted but she was more entertained by the proposition than surprised by it. Her smile was flashing as it broke her face apart as she erupted into laughter. Not because it was so un-believable but because her only family was her sister she was an orphan. She is a murderer, a lier, a whore and a damn great asset to kill people but that new tag was more shattering than the others.

“No, your sister is as bad as you think. She didn’t spare you. She just wanted you to be able to live long enough to enjoy the pain.”

“What? Been digging around in the past? What pesky people.”

“Not asking more about the thing I just presented to you. So did you know or, or are you just so scared of dying. I guess even the devils has a fear.”

With another steady breath he pulled a sheet from under his chair and let the paper and plastic collide. With a more gentle touch he opened it to the page with a red sticker turning it around so she could see the only clock she truly would have to care about.

“Every time she gave you food she was slowly killin you. You’ll start feeling the effects in a few weeks. We can’t save you but we can condemn the person who enable us to do this. If, you prosecute against her.”

It was the same laugh except this one was dark and twisted lower than hell itself. This was a laugh of anguish and true defeat. The game was rigged from the start. Now instead of plastic and paper. It was skin and plastic. Banging into the table as it was heard across the hall.

“You know someone in this bar, somewhere told me that we all lose in the game of life just some lose harder than others. I wonder who lost harder between us two.”

In that same day she learned that information she asked her, her thoughts . A small chuckle fell out her mouth. Her throat vibrated as the words were spoke and after they both stretchers out their backs across the wet grass and the clearing sky.

“Well in a race it doesn’t matter if you lose by a mile or a millisecond you still lose so does it really matter how bad you to lose and not win. Nobody loses harder just in a different way.”

They would both tell you as one in the ground and the other on the run that if peace could be described in one time that was the moment.