PLAYED (A Play)

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Two men are seen in a warehouse. The warehouse is an old abandoned one with empty drums and gallons littered everywhere. Lama, a man of 30 with handsome boyish looks and slim body, is kneeling on the floor with his shirt covered with blood. He is holding the lifeless body of a woman with his left hand, weeping profusely, and on his right hand is a gun pointed to the man across from him.

Terry, the other man, a man of 32 with good looking hardened features and nice body build, has his face tightened with pain but refuses to shed any tear. His eyes alternates between the lifeless body of the woman and Lama who is pointing a gun at him. On his left hand is a document and on his right is also a gun which he is pointing at Lama.

Lama: (looking at Terry with disgust) Why?

Terry: (silence)

Lama: (screams) Why did you kill Amy? I thought you were my best friend. How could you kill my lover? Why, Terry?

Terry: (expression still stoic) She played us.

Lama: How...how do you mean? (confused)

Terry: (tightens his jaw) She's not Amy. Her real name is Bella. While she was with me she made me believe I was the only one, and she obviously did the same with you. She turned out hearts against each other. Us. Sworn brothers.

Lama: Sworn brothers? (scoffs). You knew I loved her, why didn't you leave her for me? And what the hell are you talking about? Who is Bella?

Terry: Amy. No, Bella, is a Mosertti.

Lama: (fingers trembles and the gun nearly fall off) Wh...what?

Terry: Bella Mosertti. The only daughter of Shari, the man who murdered our fathers in cold blood. She had been deceiving us, playing us against each other and giving every damn information to her father.

Lama: No! (shouts in disbelief)

Terry: (throws a document to Lama). See for yourself.

Lama grabs the document and peers through it while still pointing a gun at his best friend. Inside are pictures of Amy and a man called Shari, Amy's father. Lama shakes his head in disbelief, short of words.

Terry dips his hand in his trouser pocket and brings out a piece of paper. His hand trembles as he throws the paper to Lama who also dives for it and glances at it. His eyes widened with shock and he looked from the paper to Terry and back again. The paper shows the result of a pregnancy test.

Terry: (for the first time a tear rolls down his cheek) So, you see, I might have killed your girlfriend. But I killed the love of my life and the mother of my unborn baby.

Lama: (it dawns on him that he had truly been played. He raises his head to the roof and screams). Nooooooooooooooooo!

THE END

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