Table Talk

In the end, she wasn't sure if her feet left the rooftop, or if she slipped. Rachel thought she might have flashbacks or see her life flash before her eyes, but she only thought about how quickly the pavement flew into her face. In the second before she lost consciousness, Rachel felt her legs buckle and shatter beneath the weight of her fall. She thought she felt her face hit the pavement.

Next thing she knew, Rachel was standing up and walking. She swallowed, wondering  why she didn't feel any pain, in fact, she didn't feel anything at all. Rachel had to look down to see that her feet touched the marble floor as they walked. Her heart would have skipped a beat, except she had noticed that it had stopped beating.

The hall yawned before her eyes, deep, with every surface covered in gray marble. It had no windows, no lamps, no fires, and no sunlight, but she could see down it just fine. At the end of the hall sat black iron doors, and the moment Rachel would have reached to push them open, they opened themselves. Beyond the doors a cavernous room loomed before her, making Rachel stop so abruptly, she rocked back on her heels.

A table stood in the center of the room, gray marble like everything else.  One black iron chair stood on each side, one empty, and one occupied. Rachel recognized that occupant immediately, and her skin covered itself with goosebumps. He beckoned her with a wave of his long black sleeve to the empty chair. Glancing back at the iron doors, she saw them close with a hollow echo. The chair seemed to be her only option. She sat down, looking at the table instead of trying to meet his eyes.

In the middle of the small table sat a game of chess, with each piece in its starting position. One half had carved marble, sleek and simple. The other half had iron, intricate and rich.  Underneath them, rested the chessboard, made of shimmering glass.

"Care for a game?" He whispered, his voice hoarse, but clear.

"I guess." Rachel answered, not really seeing any other option. She moved the pawn closest to her right.

He slid a knight to face her pawn. "Who are you?"

"Rachel Stevens." She studied the board, already having a bad feeling about her odds. How did it go? Win the game and get a second chance at life? Or would she only have a chance at a better afterlife? Who the heck knew all this stuff and bothered to tell the living? Rachel focused on the opposite side of her board, deciding to move one of her knights closer to the center. "I'm dead, aren't I?"

"Yes. Did you want to be?" He moved the same knight closer to hers.

She swallowed, moving her pawn again. "Yes."

He moved the knight away, and Rachel caught a glance of the bones beneath the sleeve. They matched the marble well. "Why?"

Rachel wondered how many times he'd heard this before. "I couldn't face my life anymore." She slid her rook right behind her pawn. It thudded lightly against the glass, hissing as she let go.

"Why did that make you kill yourself?" He slid a pawn right behind his knight.

She wished she had an idea of what he planned next. He seemed the type that could plan an infinite amount of moves ahead of time. After all, he seemed to have all the time in the world. "I was afraid." Rachel answered softly, moving her knight next to his.

His queen knocked out her pawn. "What a waste."

"You don't understand." She swallowed, moving her knight and taking out one of his pawns. "Check."

The room seemed to get warmer. He sat silently for a long time. "I wish you understood. Suicide is one of the most selfish and cruel acts one can commit, Rachel." He moved his king out of harm's way.

"I had to. I had no choice." She moved her knight again, taking out his rook.

"You always had a choice." He slid his bishop until it stood a square away from his knight. "You always did. Until now."

None of her options now seemed good.  Rachel swallowed, moving her pawn forward. "Then why did you offer me a game?"

He moved his queen back.  "I have my reasons."

"That's not answering my question." She slid another pawn forward, trying to free up her more powerful pieces.

"I don't have to answer your questions." He slid a pawn as well.

Rachel saw her chance, taking out his knight. "What if I win?"

"What if you do?" He mused, sliding a pawn behind his queen.

"I want answers." She moved her knight back, taking out another pawn. So far, she had more pieces than he did. Rachel wondering how long that would last.

Apparently not long. He immediately took out her knight with another pawn."That's all?"

"How much can I ask for?" She slid out a bishop, suddenly finding the need to end this quick.

"Indeed." He also moved a bishop.

"What are my options?" She moved her bishop again, as far as she could. "Check."

"You should have researched that before you killed yourself." He moved his king out of her path.

"Well, I'm asking now." She moved her bishop again, chasing him.

"I don't have to tell you." His king took out her bishop.

They were even, with four pieces each. Rachel moved her queen. "What if I asked nicely?"

He moved his. "Probably not."

She moved her remaining knight. "Have you ever told anyone?"

"Most of them already seem to know by this point." He moved his king away.

"I don't." She took out his queen, breathing a sigh of relief.

He moved a pawn, and the shadows beneath his hood seemed to darken. "That's unfortunate. To not know your stakes."

Rachel took out another pawn with her knight. "I guess. I can't change that now."

He moved one two spaces forward. "I suppose." Death sounded bored.

She took out a rook. "You don't know?"

"You're full of questions. No sob story?" He moved a knight in front of his king.

"You've probably already heard it." She moved her queen forward. If Rachel was lucky, she might have a chance now.

"Perhaps not." He moved his remaining bishop.

Rachel moved her queen to his end of the board. "I lost my job."

He moved his bishop directly in front of her king. "That sounds like a poor reason for suicide."

She took it out. "It was a really nice job. I had no savings."

He moved another pawn. "Nothing else?"

"I had no boyfriend. My family were already struggling to pay their own bills." She moved her queen. "Check."

He took out her queen. "So you made them pay for your funeral?"

"I had life insurance." She moved her rook. "Check."

He moved his king forward, bringing her rook within range. "How much?"

Rachel took out his knight. "Not enough." She sighed.

His bishop took out her knight. "Unfortunate."

"Yeah." She moved a pawn forward, running out of options fast. Rachel only had five pieces left.

He moved a pawn in line with his king. "So you're costing them a funeral and a loved one."

"What else was I supposed to do?" She moved her knight.

He moved a pawn, and gained back his queen. "See a therapist. Seek faith. Seek love."

"None of those seemed appetizing." She moved her knight again. "Check."

He took out her night with his bishop. "Better than death."

"Yeah." She sighed, moving a bishop. He was going to win.

"Always." He moved his queen in line with her king. "Check."

She moved her king out of the way. "You think so?"

"Always." He moved his queen with ease. "Check."

She moved her king back. "What if a person's life was hell?"

He pursued. "You know nothing of hell."

"You know nothing of living." She moved her king back.

"Don't I? I end lives every day." He took out one of two remaining pawns. Not that Rachel could have moved them anyway.

She moved her king closer to his. It was the only piece she could still move. "And what do they tell you?"

His followed. "They beg, usually."

She moved her king. "Creative."

"They're desperate." He took out her last pawn.

"They're dying." She moved her king back.

"They don't want to. " His king followed. "Check."

"I do." She moved her king back.

"Unfortunate." His bishop moved in line with her king. "Check."

Rachel moved it forward. "So what? Just another soul right?"

"Every soul has value." He moved his queen in front of hers. "Check mate."