20 May 2012
In a dim lit room, down the back of a shady bar a certain stench filled the air of cigars and whisky. Four well off gentlemen stood in italian hand made suits, they had a bit to drink and planned to play a game too risky.
The gentlemen stood round the table in the darkened room, on the table neat in a pile laid 500,000 grand. The leader of the group stood cocky and smug, for he had a revolver in his hand.
One by one they gave concent to play this fatal game. Each one signed a serious contract with his innitial and his name.
The man opened the cylinder to show that it was bare. He placed a single bullet Inside, In this game thats all you can prepare.
The gentleman that held the gun gave me a little glance. He said to me good luck boy this game is down to sheer chance.
I started to question myself on whether I should play with odds with one out of four. If this game didn't go my way I could find myself dead on the floor.
This game is not for light hearted people it really isn't fun. A serious expression laid across his face as he passed me the gun.
Im new to this and sweat beads down my face, a gut intinct tells me no. My greed has other ideas and it screams for me to go.
So just before I put the gun to my head, I give the cylinder a spin. I close my eyes very tight, think of a last thought that hopefully I'll win.
My finger pulled the trigger it felt to stiff to do, its almost telling me that I should not continue. I finally pull the trigger and the cylinder was empty, My heart was beating so fast you would'nt have a clue.
So the games gone on and my partners have fallen all but only one. Its just me and him and its his turn to spin the shiny the gun.
He revolves the cylinder and puts it to his head, shooting out a blank. My turn now and I lost, that F*cker's now off down the bank!
Russian Roulette • Opuss № I