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(Game of Thrones, 1x02 - The Kingsroad)

Robb: Next time I see you, you'll be all in black. 

It’s been a long time since Game had arrived – the last Game he had was the one with Patrick Cross, but it hadn’t yet been set in motion. It was just sitting there, waiting to be used yet it hadn’t. Which means, of course, that Henry was quite giddy about the Game between him and Robb Storm to start – except for the fact that it hadn’t yet. Three weeks he had waited, three weeks of sending him notes and posting notes in his room reminding him of the Game they had to start.

Yet, there was nothing.

First it went off sweet. Dear Robbie, I know you’re not used to these games and all but… Let the Games begin! Four days went by and there was nothing, absolutely nothing. Henry didn’t know if this was some angle that Robb was trying to play, but it was really pissing him the hell off. See, Henry sent a series of notes consisting of: You said we were having a game, let’s start. I’m waiting. I let you do the first move because I felt sorry for you. You’re really pissing me off, Shithead. Let’s. Start. The. Fucking. Game.

Yet, there was nothing. Two days ago Henry was fed up with it, fed up with waiting for the stupid whitelighter to make a move so he decided he was going to make the move himself. Robb passed his turn and it was time to take things into more experienced hands – time to make magic happen. It all started with a note (the last of them, of course): I’ll start without you then, Shithead.

This is how Henry ended up here, in Robb’s room, while he was out doing whatever the hell whitelighters did with their time. He had planned everything so carefully, noting the time that Robb had left and how much time he had before he appeared – if Jonah would come into his room or any other disturbances. No, this was a full proof plan and he had exactly an hour to get his first move done – an hour was all he needed.

“Let’s see. To put her on the bed with her limbs sort of together, or sprawled all over the floor with her head on his pillow? Which one, which one?” He said to himself, a sinister grin on his face. This, obviously, was one of his favorite parts of the Game – where he could get creative. It wasn’t an actually body that he had cut into pieces, sadly, but rather a doll that had a striking resemblance to his pretty blonde sister. And then there was the other doll, who was propped up against the door for the moment, who looked much like Robb’s best friend – Ah, it was a brilliant idea.

“You’ll go over here, my dear.” Placing the blonde doll’s head on the pillow, he carefully spread the limbs of the girl on the bed so that they were almost together – it would actually look like the blonde was on the bed from the door, yet when you got closer to the body… you would obviously know that her limbs were sawed off. It was perfect.

“You, buddy, don’t think I forgot about you!” He chipped, turning towards the Jonah doll. A chuckle left his lips as he pulled the doll up from the floor, carefully placing him on the door. Picking up the hand gun he pointed it to the hand of the doll, nailing him to the wall. He did so with his knees so that his feet dangled and then when it came to the last hand Henry stuck a note on top of the hand, nailing them both to the wall.