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I was sitting on the edge of my bed when they called. The ringing broke the immeasurable silence as I brushed my hair. The ringtone was something special I set for them. It was nothing extraordinary, but I couldn’t help but smile every time I heard it.
; ~~~ ^_^
On one Friday night, Chance and I were at the bar. I never drank, I was the driver after all. Chance, on the other hand, drank plenty every time we went. Their tolerance for alcohol always surprised me. Despite how much they drink, I’ve never caught them fully drunk.
They were much too lucky. It was unreal. Odds could not be less in their favor, and yet, they’d win every bet. I’ve watched them win games that were so clearly rigged, without putting in any effort. It sometimes felt like they attempted the rigged slots on purpose.
It’s not like they cheat either. Every game is completely fair, if not against them, in odds.
I’ve never seen them pull a bad hand of cards, not once. I’ve never seen them roll less than a 5 or more than a 2, depending on the goal of the game. I’ve never seen a coin flip go against them.
They will go looking for things, and they’ll show up in the first drawer they check. Things will conveniently go missing when they need to get out of a task. Any normally deadly injury will just barely miss a vital spot.
If they try anything luck based, they’ll win; that’s what I’ve learned to expect. They’re careless with their life because of it, and I hate and love that about them.
Something in me just can’t comprehend them.
One night, I watched them pull out a gold coin from their pocket. They flipped it, heads. Flipped it again, heads. They kept flipping, and at one point they even looked frustrated at the coin.
“Chance.” I called his name. They paused, looking at me, smiling so warm it made my heart hurt- but I needed to know. It was eating at me.
“Yes, Mafi?” They answered, kissing and then tucking, their coin back in their pocket.
“How are you so…” I paused, before finishing. “-so lucky?” I looked out the window, before turning back to them. They looked thoughtful.
“Do you really want me to tell you, or do you want to figure it out on your own?” They looked into my eyes, taunting me, smiling that same stupid grin they always use.
I grumbled at them a bit, rolling my eyes, before they paced over to me. “I’m only kidding, Don.”
They chuckled a bit, before placing their gold coin in front of me. I picked it up. Something about it felt almost enchanting. It was intricate, unlike any other coin I’ve ever seen.
The coin was rimmed with the symbols you’d traditionally find on cards: spades, hearts, clubs, and diamonds. On one side, you could find a large “C” on it, and the other had “LL” written on it with a four leaf clover behind it. Something clicked in my mind.
“Is the C for Chance?” I pondered. They nodded, smiling still. I flipped the coin to the other side.
“Lady Luck.” I thought aloud. “That’s right!” They grinned at me, picking up the coin and putting it back in their pocket.
I’ve heard rumors about Lady Luck. She is the goddess of luck, odds, and of course, gambling. I heard Chance mention her more times than I can count.
I suppose it would make sense if Chance worshipped her, but they’ve never used any sort of religious respect when talking about Lady Luck.
I thought back towards the rumors.
Some say that Lady Luck fell in love with a mortal, even ended up getting married and having a kid-
“Holy crap.” I mumbled. They giggled at that. “Figured it out?” They asked. “YOUR MOTHER IS LADY LUCK?!” I stood up, staring blankly at Chance.
They continued laughing, grinning. “Yeah yeah, get the shock over with already!”
“THAT WOULD MAKE YOU A DEMI-GOD, CHANCE!” I replied, still just… gobstopped.
“That’s right!” They giggled out, smiling still.
-and there it was. Exactly how they were so lucky. It’s engrained in their DNA. How could I have not noticed before? Their grey hair and skin, gold eyes, their above average height…it matches every description of Lady Luck in the legends.
It explained everything.
“Instead of gambling to win, I gamble to lose! It’s honestly really difficult.” They grumbled at that last part.
“You’re insane, Chance.” I replied, mumbling.
; ~~~ v _ v
That’s why, when I got the call, I presumed they were just telling me about their day. I slowly stood up out of bed. Their ringtone was their stupid little giggle. I loved it, though I would never say it aloud.
I answered the call. “Chance?” I mumbled sleepily.
“Hey iTrapped, where are we again?” That immediately caught my attention.
A voice on the other line replied to Chance’s question. “Forest on the east side. We’re heading to a… special spot I know of.”
They wanted me there. The boys did this too when they were in trouble. I immediately grabbed my sword and took off running towards my car.
“How much longer till we get there, ‘trapped?” They asked.
“Three minutes.” The other voice answered.
That’s how long I have to get to them.
I stepped on the gas, speeding towards the east forest.
2 minutes left.
“Where are we headed to in the forest, iTrapped?” They questioned.
“Center of the forest. You ask too many questions, Chance.” The voice answered coldly.
1 minute left.
That’s where I need to be in 1 minute or less.
I parked my car outside the forest and began running.
“Could we stop for a break for a moment, ‘Trapped?”
An attempt to buy time.
“No, Chance. We’re almost there.”
Failed.
No time left.
I heard the call end, along with the sound of coughing, and a voice saying, “I hate you, Chance.”
I picked up the pace as much as I could. Fear seeped through my veins, mixed with an intense worry.
Then I stopped. There they were.
They were laying on the ground, soaked in their own blood, clotting up around a giant sword slash straight through their stomach.
Their limbs were all brutally chopped off, like something had caused them to explode. I covered my mouth, feeling tears threaten to fall at the corner of my eyes.
I knelt down next to them, keeping whatever hope I had left.
I checked their pulse.
That hope was gone.
I sobbed, hugging what was left of them. It was brutal. I mumbled out what had been lingering on my heart for so long. “I love you, Chance.”
I imagined their voice reciprocating. Then I imagined them rejecting me. I wouldn’t mind, if it meant they’d be okay.
I was too late.