Llewellyn: Bishops and KnightsMature

Llewellyn's long, white fingers groped around the shiny mahogany desk for something shinier, but his eyes were preoccupied with the checkered board before him. His fingers made their own vision, and suddenly, like snakes, they lunged for their prey and swallowed it in a hungry fist. His eyes now compelled to take notice, Llewellyn lifted away his fingers and gazed upon the tiny bronze disc resting on his pale palm. Delicately balancing the circular object on its side, Llewellyn gave a sudden twist, and the circle became a sphere; a translucent spherical top spinning like a whirlwind across the table. Now with his penny spinning away happily, Llewellyn turned back to the chess table, whose pieces were moving themselves with tiny motors and wheels as a grinning, sneering face looked on through the monitor sitting across from Llewellyn.

"You should'a just brought me with you," the balding face on the computer screen crowed. "I'm less baggage than your computer and that auto-chess board, or whatever it is."

Llewellyn's lips stretched in an expression resembling some sort of smile. They did not open to reply. The copper coin continued to gleefully prance across the flat surface of the table.

The chess pieces finished moving themselves to where Llewellyn's opponent desired. His queen slid halfway across the board to take one of Llewellyn's bishops. 

The face grinned wider. "Ha," he said. "You know, I'd have warned you not to lose your money to me over a game of chess, but what's the fun in that? Seriously though," the man's body began to shake wildly as he laughed in his chest, "Who the hell gambles with chess anyway?"

"Your turn," Llewellyn said, ignoring his opponent's statements. The man's gaze sweeped across the board in confusion.

"Where'd you move?"

"You weren't paying attention."

"But--"

"Are you going to move or not?"

A scowl on the monitor sitting across from Llewellyn, the queen moved once more to steal the other of Llewellyn's bishops. The twirling top that the disc had become spun dangerously close to the chess board, but at the last second it turned its course and continued its cheerful journey once more.

"You're not very good at this, are you?" the man said.

"No," Llewellyn replied, slowly moving his hand across the board. He grabbed his knight, trusting only his own hand, not the controller, to do the job. "But I suppose I do get lucky every once in a while."

Llewellyn's knight jumped across a few pawns and knocked over his opponent's queen, targeting the king. The spinning penny fell off of the edge of the table with a tragic cry, crashing to the floor and bouncing multiple times, eventually clattering to a stop next to Llewellyn's shiny black boot.

"Checkmate," Llewellyn half yawned. "I'll see you after the trip for the ten thousand you owe me?"

The man on the computer screen simply stared for a moment at the chess board in front of the computer he was seeing through. He looked back up with incredulous outrage on his face and was about to speak. Llewellyn reached over to the monitor with his finger on the power button, and the screen went dark.

Letting out a content sigh, Llewellyn leaned back on his plush chair and looked out the yacht window at the stunning island he was to arrive at shortly. He surveyed the entirety of his fancy room with its expensive wood and velvet pillows and crystal chandelier. Such costly pleasures. His boss, Linden Murray, would not allow him to travel uncomfortably, especially since Llewellyn took the same yacht to Murray's private island every single time the old man had a law suit filed against him-- which was all the time. Still, Llewellyn had little use for money, an odd trait coming from an attorney.

Llewellyn preferred simple pleasures; cheap entertainment was just as entertaining to him as anything with a fat price tag. Stooping over, he grabbed the penny from the floor where it had fallen. He began to flip the penny, twirling and twisting it around his hand and through his fingers. Even this penny, just one U.S. cent, could keep Llewellyn content for hours with its vast simplicity. It had no guide, no rule book to say what it could and could not be used for. No restrictions. No rules. Its possibilities were as endless as the expansive sea Llewellyn was sailing upon.

Even so, the rest of the world seemed to disagree with Llewellyn's view. They worshipped money as a deity; it was as if they lived simply to acquire and hoard it. As Llewellyn had discovered many years ago, anyone found in a courtroom loved money even more than most. As Llewellyn had discovered many years ago, he could easily exploit that greed at little loss to his own happiness. As Linden Murray had discovered many years ago, Llewellyn Cruickshank, esq. was a valuable man to have as an attorney.

A voice on the intercom announced that the yacht would be arriving at Isola di Fiori Mortali in just a few moments, and Llewellyn prepared to leave his overly expensive room. As Llewellyn heaved his bags from the floor and strode to the deck of the yacht, he briefly wondered if he had ever cheated anyone on this ship out of victory in a court case. He chuckled at the thought; with all of the drama constantly surrounding Linden Murray's sooty existence, it was very likely indeed. Llewellyn waited with the others at the exit area of the yacht until the vessel finally docked. Finally, clad in a sleek black suit and tie with several dirty stares at the back of his head, he strode out onto the docking area of Linden Murray's private villa for what he hoped was the last time.

The End

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