Tag: chess

the bishop (4/4)

The room is filled with arguments and anger that filled along with it. I reckon that no other experience of mine could prove that the age could make some people grew furious. The good old ben shouted at the staff because that they didn’t cook according to the menu. He claims that it disturbs his day.

While I watch him mumbling little Italian, a square-bearded man blocked my view. He began to watch our game closer,

“You play really good, sir…” He said.

“I do…” But I could see that he wants to buy my attention.

“I’ve heard that you knew me…” he looks at me from the game, “I want to know how…”

“Is this one of Ben’s jokes. If so, tell him that it is lam…”

“It isn’t. I…” He got interrupted by the words, “He’s here,” uttered from a rushing short man.

A few instants made me realize that I actually saw a revolver tucked inside.

They sat few places away yet I could still hear them. It had been a while that I missed at being an audience. To be anxious as to how the story might unfold rather than to be an old man playing chess with an amateur.

After few minutes, a loud explosion shattered our building. The chessboard fell over and everyone except the Bishop and King stood on their feet. After a few inquiry, I found there had been a bombing in the neighborhood.

“You look a little nervous, boss..” The bearded guy said to the guest.


“We are supposed to be in that building…” The bearded guy says that he changed the venue at the last minute.

“You saved us all…” The guest continued, “well, this ain’t the first time…”

“Funny thing is that you always forget that your mail goes through me…” Beard pointed the revolver at the Guest. The short man took care of the excited young guard, who had played the chess a while ago.

“What are you implying…?” The guest found his lost voice.

“I don’t. The mail mentioned an address and says that to be beware of 15:40…” The beard continued, “I only tampered the message on the clock hour and now, you walk in here being upset that I wasn’t dead… “

“You don’t understand….”

“All these years of wasted loyalty on the wretched souls…” The beard raised to the revolver to the Guest’s heart.

“Bishop, I wasn’t going to kill you… Just for few…” Two shots were fired and the silencer worked perfectly.

I watched the murder in horror and into the eyes of Bishop,

“Well, you will never forget me….”

-The End-

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the bishop (3/4)

Only poison that can infect the heart of a bishop is a thought of betrayal. He trusted enough to gamble his own life on many occasions. Now he began to think that his trust is wasted on a wrong man.

“I don’t get it. How come the boss is interested in such a deal…?” A short man with round head asked the bishop, with a hand on the wheel.

He remained silent.

“I never saw him visit any operation directly. You know what I mean,..” The short man continued, “He won’t even cross a damn yard…”

They drove to the location. Bishop looked at him and said,

“We will know that in an hour, won’t we?”

They went inside the two-storey building, in which elderly were living for the last of their lives. They were supposed to check for the safety of king’s arrival.

After ten minutes,


“Nothing, a bunch of lying old hogs…”

“What.,” Bishop asks the short man.

“That old man says that he knows you. Also says that you once almost got him killed…” He pointed to an old man and a guard, who are busy playing chess.

“Check the backyard..” The bishop walks past him and says, “Let me pay them a visit…”



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the bishop (2/4)

“The idiots always spoil…” Bishop speaks on his phone while crossing the street “ These brats only step up to get themselves killed..”

The lane is dark except for the cigar lit by him. Being a bishop, his senses detected a stalker in a dark coat. The image zig-zagged the motion to remain hideous.

He trashed the cigar and aimed his revolver into the thick air,

“Alright, you’ve got my attention. Now, make your excuse freaking reasonable…” he waited for few seconds.

“I am…not here to kill you..”

“That ain’t reasonable for a stalker…”

“I..uh just want to meet you alone.”

“Then get your shady face into the light, will you ?”

The sight of a sharp nose and with a round belly, a man in 30’s witnessed before the Bishop.

“Well, this goes in one way. Say and leave in three minutes, okay… ”

“Yeah..” he continued, “The game is going down. I don’t know when but it will happen within a week. Though the politics is a gamble, It was the step taken to change the traditional perspective. There are orders to kill every player…” he began to explain his words,

“Careful now, Cowboy,” Bishop says, while the man reaches for his pockets. He takes a parcel and gives it to the bishop.

“I came to knew that you’re the only person to turn the events…”

“Time’s up, fellow. Keep walking…”

The man knew well enough that no one ever made the bishop to say twice. While he is leaving,

“The tomorrow is our enemy, bishop.”

Bishop began to walk with a parcel in his hands and swirling thoughts inside the head. He opened the parcel and saw the image of the two bosses in a bar.

“It is impossible, unless…”

Bishop never thought that the kings would make their own arrangements.



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