Russian Roulette: One Life 소설 & 이야기

“Play a game? What do you mean?” Shannon walked closer to her, standing a couple feet away from her. She opened the barrel of the gun and dumped out the bullets in her hand. “We’re going to play Russian roulette.” She put one bullet back into the gun. Just as she started to close it she decided to add another one in a different chamber. She closed the barrel and gave it a spin. “You know how to play don’t you?” “No, I’m not a complete psycho to play that game.”

"Your fiancée owes me fifty million. Plus interest." "I can give you the money," Dante said, holding Isabella tight. "Right now." "No, no, no." Marco shook his head. "Money is boring. I want her to play a more interesting game." He pointed to the gun on the table. "Russian Roulette. Six chambers, one bullet. If she's lucky, she walks out of here alive." Isabella started sobbing. "I won't do it! Dante, I don't want to die!" "She knew the stakes when she sat down," Marco sneered. "The penalty is death."

Sometimes I forgot how normal they could seem, when the world saw us like monsters and people to fear Vivian smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "We did think about it." "See?" Bree said, flashing me a look that made my stomach knot. She opened a revolver right there on the coffee table. One bullet. Five empty chambers. "We tried Russian Roulette first," Stella said, lounging back on the couch like she was talking about a new TV show. "Shot it three times, too," Bree added, way too proud of herself.

I don’t scream at him. He turns into the building without a word. Hopefully, he— Gunshots ring out, far closer now. A bullet lodges in the cracked wood next to my head. I flatten myself against an exterior wall. Someone yells something in Russian. Six bullets in the chamber. Inhale. Know you want to take this life. I lean out, spot a Russian behind a fallen row of mail cubbies, and fire. He spins away, his shoulder spouting blood. “No time to waste!” I call as I duck back. “Move when you see an opening.”

They'd had a huge fight, so she'd come running back to her ex, hoping Isak would marry her as a final 'fuck you' to Sandro. After a long hesitation, I grabbed my car keys, the wound in my side throbbing. I didn't know what I expected to see. Maybe I just needed to see him risk his life for another woman one last time. Maybe that would finally kill the last bit of hope I had left. Russian Roulette. The cruelest duel. One bullet in a six-shooter. They take turns until someone's dead. Sandro was arrogant and brutal. Isak wouldn't stand a chance.

My eyes burned as I silently prayed for my life. Finally, he slides his gaze to me and it’s dead cold. Croix can be mischievous, indifferent even but his eyes are never this dead. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I told you it’s Russian roulette and you agreed to play with me.” He continues putting the bullet then slams it shut. “The game is simple. We’ll ask two questions each and when the other answers, he has to shoot. It might be the last thing we say so lying is prohibited. There are five empty shots and we have four rounds. You go first.”

He was laying dead on the floor, while blood was pouring out from his head. Placing the gun back on the table, I got up and sat back down on the sofa. I looked at the man standing beside me and ordered, " Dispose off his body!" He nodded at me and two men slided his body away, leaving a trail of blood behind. One man bought another glass of whiskey and placed it on the table, in front of me. I picked it up and took a sip, thinking about my next step. This game that started a long time ago is coming to an end now and I will do anything to win! I started humming the tune that I used to play at the piano for her.

After thinking about it, Rudy immediately understood, "You meant that only after one person is left standing will the match end, right?" Fane nodded. Rudy felt a chill. No wonder it was called a slaughter gambit. For every ten participants, only one person would survive. It was definitely exciting, just thinking about it gave him goosebumps! After ten of them were sent to the isolated space, they would immediately start killing each other like wild animals in an arena. Only one person would survive to leave the space. Rudy's expression stiffened after thinking about it, "Isn't that too crazy?! No wonder it's more difficult than a death match. At the most, a death match would end up with both

I asked, more intimidated by the second. "Don't worry. None of them is going to harm you," Caishen assured, but I was doubtful. "We're going to play a little game." He took out a revolver from his jacket's pocket and put it on the table. "You're kidding me right?" I laughed hysterically. I knew that this man was insane, but I couldn't see anything "safe" about playing a game that required a gun. He smirked. "Have you ever heard of Russian Roulette?" he asked while taking out two bullets and placing them in two random cylinder chambers.