“Or else what?”
“Or else we will kill you.”
“Oh? Let's play a game of Russian roulette, I'll load the gun, you place the bet. Tell me who will make it out alive.” In mono-tone, as he pulls a snub nose revolver out of his pocket, with the flick of his wrist the chambers clack open he shows her the five empty chambers and one full.
“I know that you know that, I know that you know. Can't call a bluff with a dead man’s hand.”
Her eyes open wide, the hairs on the back of her neck rise, “Don’t.”
“You know you can go, you can give up trying. I know you better then you ever could.” Followed by the click of the cylinder locking back into the body of the revolver.
Her mind races, how did it get this far? there isn’t any way to get the gun out of his hands… six feet away there’s no way she could stop what was going to happen. She wasn’t about to waste the last two years of her life.
“Don’t do it, I… I Love you.”
“Love? We started off with a one night stand, lingered to a fling, then two years had gone by, the sirens and the sergeants don't seem to mean a thing. Hide your fangs all you want, you still need the blood. Tell me what is different now that I have a .38 Special in my hand. You're up to no good.” His thumb fans the hammer back, resounding in the tell-tale sound of a gun waiting to be fired.
A tear is shed from her right eye, the mascara pacing down half her face. She drops to her knees,
“Suicide won’t change anything.”
“You say this is suicide? I say this is a war!” He points the gun at the floor and spins the chambers. With one fluid motion he puts the barrel in his mouth and pulls the trigger.
CLICK.
“There's no need for enemies with friends like you, there's no need for anything, truth be told… I mean you were always a prick.” Staring deep into his eyes, she knows one look can end it.
“Should of just called it quits…should of just called it quits, leave before it's too late. Get out of my life and stay that way, or come closer and tell me those three little words.” His hand slowly drawing a line through the air with all the gravitas on the gun, he puts the barrel to his temple.
As she brings herself back to her feet.
CLICK.
“Odds just got a little better that we are meant to be” he spoke through a sinister smirk.
“Don’t fucking play with us!” She screams.
“Us? Who is us exactly?” Spinning the chambers once again.
A blank expression draws over her face… she knows she has been made.
“You look tense… you see for me, this happens all the time, this happens every day but I never seem to quit and the wolves never stay at bay. I hate to say I told you so but fuck it, I told you so and don't say a word, I already know.” Once again he puts the barrel to his head.
She moves to take a step closer.
CLICK.
She stops dead.
“Don’t move. Now it’s one in three this room will have a new paint job.” Spinning the chambers once again.
“I'm no saint, your no martyr, one more night playing heart piñata? How do you say goodbye, when you've hardly said hello?” The words slightly stunned her as they came off of her tongue.
“The only way we know how… Drop the gun let’s fuck.”
“You’re learning girlie, but the sad thing is I've come back to old remedies” He sticks the gun in his mouth.
CLICK.
“Looks like it’s fifty-fifty. One last ‘round the world for old time’s sake?” Wiping his saliva off the gun on his arm.
“YOU MISERABLE FUCK! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?! Do you have an Idea what is really at stake?”
With the flick of his wrist, the chambers spin… as if in slow-motion the cylinder locks in place. With a dead stare that could stop a raging bull in its tracks,
“My dear… Do you?”
“OK! I can’t tell you but I can tell you this… I was sent here to recruit you… but I do Love you” With a panicked grimace over her face.
“Well I know I was a cunt in the final days, it just filled me with venom, filled me with rage to see someone I was with not give a shit, despite of all of this I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck.” Gun at his side, his weapon; his gaze,
“Is this what you call Love? This is a war I can't win.”
She breaks. Throwing herself at his feet,
“You can’t do this! You are needed!”
“For what?”
Sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for breath, tears blanketing his leather shoes, she can barely calm herself knowing if she fails it is her life at stake, she remembers the words that she agreed to before they met: “Failure, is not an option if he finds out who you are and what your mission is, it is your life on the line.” Taking a deep breath, she barely has the composure to steady her shaking hands but somehow summons the strength to speak,
“If I let you in… you'd just want out. If I tell you the truth, you'd vie for a lie. If I spill my guts, it would make a mess we can't clean up. If you follow me, you will only get lost. If you try to get closer, we'll only lose touch. Yes you already know too much, and you're not going anywhere.“
“You’re in no position to make threats.” As he presses the barrel to the back of her head.
A familiar calm comes over her.
“Go ahead I am already dead. I’ll gladly die at your feet, better then what I already have waiting for me.”
CLICK
Her whole body flinches, her head jolts ninety degrees up, seeing the gun once again at his head.
He smiles. Spinning the chambers once again,
“Looks like this is it doll face.”
Her whole world turns to a brilliant white.
As if the words emanate from within her and all around her; it is his voice,
“I’m recruiting you.”
Eyes open to a stainless steel room, she sits facing three figures at a table she can’t make out due to the extremely bright light shone directly into her eyes.
“It won’t happen again, I swear! Please give me another chance, I don’t know how he knew, you said I was the best, I thought I could do it, there is no way he is that good, I was compromised, I remembered all my training I did it by the book! I can still get anyone, for free! In two years I can get anything with a dick to marry me.”
The three figures simultaneously get up from behind the table, and leave the room. The light dims revealing the revolver on the table, followed by the sound of the door being locked.
She remembered this; this was in her training… The new recruits had to watch these snuff tapes, as she looks to the camera in the corner of the room, the red light blinking letting her know the tapes running. She remembered watching someone else blow their head off for failing, now it was her turn, these are the things that were beaten into her: Success or death. She pulls herself up from her chair and steadily moves for the gun. Her hand grips the revolver.
“Drop it. You’re in.”
Her head spins so fast in the direction she just came from she nearly faints.
There he is. Standing inches behind the chair she just got up from.
“This is love to me, honey.” he spoke with a icy stare.
“Two years… it took me two years, but you are the closest thing to perfect I have ever seen.”
She just stands, dead on her feet.
“You can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with thee wolf.” He paces toward her. She just remains still and silent, eyes fixated on her former mark. He takes the gun from her hand, flips the cylinder exposing the five empty chambers and the occupied one.
“Every time the chambers spin it’s still one in six, more than an acceptable risk… to get you.”
“Or else we will kill you.”
“Oh? Let's play a game of Russian roulette, I'll load the gun, you place the bet. Tell me who will make it out alive.” In mono-tone, as he pulls a snub nose revolver out of his pocket, with the flick of his wrist the chambers clack open he shows her the five empty chambers and one full.
“I know that you know that, I know that you know. Can't call a bluff with a dead man’s hand.”
Her eyes open wide, the hairs on the back of her neck rise, “Don’t.”
“You know you can go, you can give up trying. I know you better then you ever could.” Followed by the click of the cylinder locking back into the body of the revolver.
Her mind races, how did it get this far? there isn’t any way to get the gun out of his hands… six feet away there’s no way she could stop what was going to happen. She wasn’t about to waste the last two years of her life.
“Don’t do it, I… I Love you.”
“Love? We started off with a one night stand, lingered to a fling, then two years had gone by, the sirens and the sergeants don't seem to mean a thing. Hide your fangs all you want, you still need the blood. Tell me what is different now that I have a .38 Special in my hand. You're up to no good.” His thumb fans the hammer back, resounding in the tell-tale sound of a gun waiting to be fired.
A tear is shed from her right eye, the mascara pacing down half her face. She drops to her knees,
“Suicide won’t change anything.”
“You say this is suicide? I say this is a war!” He points the gun at the floor and spins the chambers. With one fluid motion he puts the barrel in his mouth and pulls the trigger.
CLICK.
“There's no need for enemies with friends like you, there's no need for anything, truth be told… I mean you were always a prick.” Staring deep into his eyes, she knows one look can end it.
“Should of just called it quits…should of just called it quits, leave before it's too late. Get out of my life and stay that way, or come closer and tell me those three little words.” His hand slowly drawing a line through the air with all the gravitas on the gun, he puts the barrel to his temple.
As she brings herself back to her feet.
CLICK.
“Odds just got a little better that we are meant to be” he spoke through a sinister smirk.
“Don’t fucking play with us!” She screams.
“Us? Who is us exactly?” Spinning the chambers once again.
A blank expression draws over her face… she knows she has been made.
“You look tense… you see for me, this happens all the time, this happens every day but I never seem to quit and the wolves never stay at bay. I hate to say I told you so but fuck it, I told you so and don't say a word, I already know.” Once again he puts the barrel to his head.
She moves to take a step closer.
CLICK.
She stops dead.
“Don’t move. Now it’s one in three this room will have a new paint job.” Spinning the chambers once again.
“I'm no saint, your no martyr, one more night playing heart piñata? How do you say goodbye, when you've hardly said hello?” The words slightly stunned her as they came off of her tongue.
“The only way we know how… Drop the gun let’s fuck.”
“You’re learning girlie, but the sad thing is I've come back to old remedies” He sticks the gun in his mouth.
CLICK.
“Looks like it’s fifty-fifty. One last ‘round the world for old time’s sake?” Wiping his saliva off the gun on his arm.
“YOU MISERABLE FUCK! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?! Do you have an Idea what is really at stake?”
With the flick of his wrist, the chambers spin… as if in slow-motion the cylinder locks in place. With a dead stare that could stop a raging bull in its tracks,
“My dear… Do you?”
“OK! I can’t tell you but I can tell you this… I was sent here to recruit you… but I do Love you” With a panicked grimace over her face.
“Well I know I was a cunt in the final days, it just filled me with venom, filled me with rage to see someone I was with not give a shit, despite of all of this I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck.” Gun at his side, his weapon; his gaze,
“Is this what you call Love? This is a war I can't win.”
She breaks. Throwing herself at his feet,
“You can’t do this! You are needed!”
“For what?”
Sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for breath, tears blanketing his leather shoes, she can barely calm herself knowing if she fails it is her life at stake, she remembers the words that she agreed to before they met: “Failure, is not an option if he finds out who you are and what your mission is, it is your life on the line.” Taking a deep breath, she barely has the composure to steady her shaking hands but somehow summons the strength to speak,
“If I let you in… you'd just want out. If I tell you the truth, you'd vie for a lie. If I spill my guts, it would make a mess we can't clean up. If you follow me, you will only get lost. If you try to get closer, we'll only lose touch. Yes you already know too much, and you're not going anywhere.“
“You’re in no position to make threats.” As he presses the barrel to the back of her head.
A familiar calm comes over her.
“Go ahead I am already dead. I’ll gladly die at your feet, better then what I already have waiting for me.”
CLICK
Her whole body flinches, her head jolts ninety degrees up, seeing the gun once again at his head.
He smiles. Spinning the chambers once again,
“Looks like this is it doll face.”
Her whole world turns to a brilliant white.
As if the words emanate from within her and all around her; it is his voice,
“I’m recruiting you.”
Eyes open to a stainless steel room, she sits facing three figures at a table she can’t make out due to the extremely bright light shone directly into her eyes.
“It won’t happen again, I swear! Please give me another chance, I don’t know how he knew, you said I was the best, I thought I could do it, there is no way he is that good, I was compromised, I remembered all my training I did it by the book! I can still get anyone, for free! In two years I can get anything with a dick to marry me.”
The three figures simultaneously get up from behind the table, and leave the room. The light dims revealing the revolver on the table, followed by the sound of the door being locked.
She remembered this; this was in her training… The new recruits had to watch these snuff tapes, as she looks to the camera in the corner of the room, the red light blinking letting her know the tapes running. She remembered watching someone else blow their head off for failing, now it was her turn, these are the things that were beaten into her: Success or death. She pulls herself up from her chair and steadily moves for the gun. Her hand grips the revolver.
“Drop it. You’re in.”
Her head spins so fast in the direction she just came from she nearly faints.
There he is. Standing inches behind the chair she just got up from.
“This is love to me, honey.” he spoke with a icy stare.
“Two years… it took me two years, but you are the closest thing to perfect I have ever seen.”
She just stands, dead on her feet.
“You can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with thee wolf.” He paces toward her. She just remains still and silent, eyes fixated on her former mark. He takes the gun from her hand, flips the cylinder exposing the five empty chambers and the occupied one.
“Every time the chambers spin it’s still one in six, more than an acceptable risk… to get you.”
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