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Back during class he had told Timmy about the medallion he bought off eBay, and now he was excited about showing it to him. He kept it in the strange little wooden box it came in even after he shined it up. He’d spent a whole Saturday afternoon working the metal cleaner into the black-crusted grooves, using Q-tips so he could be careful not to scratch or rub too hard.
“You can make out the date at the bottom if you use this magnifying glass,” Gibson told Timmy as he handed him the glass and held the medallion up to the sunlight.
“Wow! Ten ninety-six? That’s old. Did it cost a lot?”
“Nah. I don’t think the guy knew what it was.” Truth was, Gibson wasn’t sure it was the real deal, and Timmy wouldn’t know the difference. He pointed to the engraving again. “This part is Latin.” He ran his fingertip over the top of the medallion. “It’s something about courage and honor. Only a few of these were given out by Pope Urban II. I found a picture of it on a Web site that has a bunch of stuff about the Crusades. Pope Urban II’s supposedly the one who came up with the First Crusade.”
“Yeah, I like reading stuff about the Crusades and the Knights Templar. Or anything about medieval times. My mom thinks it’s silly and violent and stuff, but I just think it’s really interesting.”
Just then Gibson noticed Timmy’s eyes wandering over to his computer screen. He had been checking out Gibson’s room since they got here. Gibson didn’t mind. It wasn’t like Timmy seemed freaked out by the mess or any of Gibson’s collections. But his eyes kept going back to the computer screen. Gibson did a quick panic glance when he realized there might be another crazy instant message. But there was nothing out of the ordinary. Now Timmy looked embarrassed, like he had been caught at something he shouldn’t be doing.
“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be nosy or anything. It’s just that…that icon.” Timmy pointed to the skull and crossbones that Gibson had moved to the bottom right of the rest of his icons. Even with the others and at the bottom it still stood out.
“It’s just a game,” Gibson said, pretending it was no big deal, not wanting to explain. One of the rules was that you didn’t tell anyone about the game. You couldn’t talk about it except with other invited players. He reached over and closed the lid of the laptop.
“Sorry,” Timmy said again, only now he was staring at Gibson. “I didn’t mean anything—”
“It’s no big deal.” Gibson picked up the medallion again and put it in the box. Maybe it was time for Timmy to go.
“It’s just…” The kid was still stuttering. “I play that game, too.”
“What?”
“The game.”
“This isn’t just an ordinary game,” Gibson told him, trying to figure out what Timmy meant.
“I know it’s not. It’s by invitation only. You got an invitation to play, right?”
Now Gibson was staring at Timmy and the kid’s eyes didn’t blink, didn’t look away. Was it possible? Everybody who played had almost been imaginary to him, sort of like the game itself. All of a sudden it was becoming way too real.
“How’d you get an invitation?” Gibson asked, letting it sound like the test he meant it to be.
“I was surfing Web sites one day and I got an e-mail that asked me if I wanted to play a game.”
“Yeah? Who was it from?”
Timmy hesitated, and Gibson thought it was because he couldn’t fake his way past this question.
“It was from someone who calls himself The Sin Eater.”
“Jesus,” Gibson whispered. He couldn’t believe it. It was true. “Did you…” He wasn’t sure how to ask, but if the rules were the same for all of them…“Did you have to submit a name?”
Again, Timmy hesitated, and this time he looked away for a brief moment as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to confide anything more. Finally, he said, “Yeah, I did.”
“Mine got killed,” Gibson blurted out as if it had been festering for too long and suddenly exploded from his mouth without warning.
“Yeah, I’m supposed to start plotting to kill mine.”
“No, no,” Gibson said and he could feel a sense of panic returning along with his confession. “I mean really killed. Not just playing around.