The wheel turns

It has happened again. Another victim. Another kill. I look up into the mirror. Blood everywhere. I want to clean my hands. Some flashbacks haunt me. We played the game "murder" or "to be murdered".
He had his chances. No pity. No remorse. In the beginning he had a strong grip. Gradually, I managed to take over. I admit. I had to endure some blows. It hurted real bad.
He made a misstep. I heard the bells sounding..., so did he. It was a clean, straight fight. No back kicking. Anyway not from his side. He became weaker, I stronger. His death, my strength. I promised to do it quickly, no endless dragging. I failed. I really wanted to squeeze his heart out. He choked. It became messy.

Then the endless questioning, why this, why that? Who cares, he died.

It's time to wash off the dirt. I have to be clean, pure for another kill, another cold-blooded murder.


Game


I. belahin (1447) - Montse (1513) [C66]


1.e4 e5 2.Nf3 Nc6 3.Bb5 d6 4.0-0 Nf6 5.Re1 a6 6.Bxc6+ bxc6 7.d4 Bg4 8.dxe5 Bxf3 9.Qxf3 dxe5 10.Bg5 Be7 11.Rd1 Qc8 12.Qc3 Qe6 13.Nd2 h6 14.Bh4 Nxe4 15.Nxe4 Bxh4 16.Nc5 Qf5 17.g3 Rd8 18.Rxd8+ Bxd8 19.Nxa6 0-0 20.Qxc6 Bf6 21.Rd1 e4 22.b3 Qf3 23.Rd7 h5 24.Nc5 Re8?? 25.Qd5 Bc3 26.Qd1 Qf5 27.Rd5 Qf6 28.Nd7 Qa6 29.a4 e3 30.fxe3 Rxe3 31.Re5 Bxe5 32.Nxe5 Rxe5 33.Qd8+ Kh7 34.Qd1 Qb6+ 35.Kg2 Qc6+ 36.Kg1 Qe6 37.Kf1 Qf5+ 38.Kg2 Re3 39.h3 Qe4+ 40.Kh2 Re2+ 0-1