Russian Roulette Lyrics Novels & Stories

My hands started to tremble. "Let's play Russian roulette. Shall we? Plot twist, you're the only player." I gulped. Has he gone stark raving mad? Without dilly-dallying, he loaded a bullet into one of the chambers of his revolver. Spinning the cylinder, he stared back at me with a fiendish grin. Before I could process anything, he placed the gun's muzzle near my head and fired. The amount of shock that banged my system was unsurpassable, beyond comparison. Now I fully understand he wouldn't bat an eyelash just to eradicate a nobody like me.

“I'm takin' all you down with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words There's nothing left for you to say Soon you'll be dead anyway Well, no one here is getting out alive This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care So close your eyes And kiss yourself goodbye And think about the times you spent and what they've meant To me it's nothing To me it's nothing To me it's nothing To me it's nothing” I looked up and saw Kam and Rose. “Kam!” I shouted and ran to him, dropping the mic. “Sing with me! You too, Rosie!” I grabbed a hand from each of them and dragged them to the mic. I didn’t even register their protests.

Male voices speaking in Russian. My heart beats so fast I think it’s going to burst out of my chest at any second now. I can’t make out what they’re saying or even see their faces as they come barging into the room. The white smoke is heavy in the room and while it’s impossible to see where the people are, Igor starts firing aimlessly, shooting in the direction of the two men who stormed in here with assault rifles. I hear screams. Sudden bangs. Followed by thuds. One falls right before me, landing face down right at my feet. I scream, crawl back up against the wall, and cover my mouth with my hand while my eyes are glued to the man’s motionless body.

And then his gaze landed on Lorenzo, who sat casually twirling his blade between his fingers. Nikolai leaned back in his chair, his hand resting possessively on Evangeline’s waist. His lips curled into a slow smile. “Not really children, Viviane. They’re men now.” I clenched my fists, biting back a string of curses. Scott stepped back, running a hand through his hair, his grin widening as he pulled his revolver from his waistband. He held it up, spinning the cylinder with his thumb, “You know how this works, right?” he asked, “Russian Roulette. A classic. One bullet, six chambers. You tell us what we want to know, we decide if you're telling the truth and every time we feel like you two are

Not tight… but just enough to let me know he won’t be letting me go this time. Or anytime soon. “Running again?” He asked. “I’m not running,” I lied. Our eyes met and I swear he could tell. His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Then stay.” He said softly. I couldn’t refuse. Didn’t have the willpower to. The violin band shifted songs. “Dandelions” by Ruth B. filled the air. Wow, perfect timing to let my emotions shoot through the roof. Stupid band. Stupid feelings.

He has no fucking business not knowing what's going on right now! Trepidation wraps around me like a suffocating shroud, and, through some miracle, I manage to stifle my sobs. The Russian man speaks again. "I can hear your breathing," he taunts, his dark chuckle permeating the air. "Surrender, or I'll start spraying bullets. The boss said to bring her back alive, he didn't specify how alive she had to be." He begins to count down. "Three...two..." Each number resounds in my ears, intensifying the impending threat. I close my eyes as I prepare to meet death.

I vaguely notice Jaxon turn away from me and he addresses the crowd in Russian as the familiar calmness falls over me. But it’s different this time. Because my mind is very much present, my shields torn down and ripped to shreds. A man in a red tailored suit stalks to the centre, his eyes raking my figure as he picks up the gun and aims above my head. The noise in the room swells and I pee on myself a little when he pulls the trigger, a loud bang reverberating off the walls. I scream, shutting my eyes tightly, but I hear the applauses and whistles, and crack one eye open, daring a glance up. There’s a bullet whole above my head, right on the number ‘1’.

What fucking bullshit is the Shit Witch going to throw at me now? “Bum bum bum bum. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red. We dare not stop, or waste a drop. So let the paint be spread. We’re painting the roses reeeed. We’re painting the roses red. Oh, painting the roses red. And many a tear be shed, because we know, they’ll cease to grow. In fact, they’ll soon be dead. NOOOOO… And yet we go ahead, painting the roses red. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red.” A trio of voices sang as I saw shadows of you guess it PLAYING CARDS! “OH FUCK NO! I’ll kill them all!” I clenched my hands into fists, pocketing the watch for the moment.

Before that, he loaded one bullet into the pistol with a Double-Action Revolver style. Right now, we were in the backyard of Zeus' palace. The morning that should have been bright but has turned dark, because of the screams of pain from the people in front of me. I saw about 7 people who were tied up by Zeus' bodyguards, they were tied to iron poles. "This is a game of Russian Roulette. I want you to execute these rebels, using your wits. Because there's only one bullet in this gun. You have to remember, there's only one bullet in this gun." Zeus looked at me, smiling horribly.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.