“Hey, lets play a game” she says with a fiendish look on her face. There is a group of five teenagers sitting in her living room. She disappears into a room and comes back holding a Smith & Wesson hand gun. “Who dares to take a chance?” she says holding the gun out in front of her.
“Sure, what’s the game?” a boy says standing, getting up from the sofa.
“The game is called Chances.” the girl says and she opens the revolver and puts one bullet inside it “ It’s like truth or dare but more intense.”
‘How intense?” another boy asks
“Either you answer a question truthfully or you take the dare, or in this game, the chance.” the girls says as she closes the revolver, sitting it on the coffee table that sits in front of the sofa. “The chance you will take is life or death. You hold the gun to your head and pull the trigger. If you’re lucky, you won’t shoot the slot with the bullet. There’s one bullet in a choice of six slots. If you answer untruthfully then you must take the one out of six chance of blowing your brains out.”
“Ok” all five teenagers answer simultaneously.
“Ok, lets get the show on the road. Everyone, sit in a circle on the floor. I’ll ask the first question and we will go clock wise. Ok” she sits in the circle. “Leslie,” she says looking at the girl directly in front of her “is it true that you slept your moms boyfriend?”
The group laughs expecting it to be a joke but dead silence falls over them when they see the intense look on Leslie’s face.
“Either you answer or you take the chance.” the girl says holding out the Smith & Wesson.
“I’ll take the chance.” Leslie says reaching for the gun, trembling with shaky hands. She holds the gun to her left temple and closes her eyes tight. Everyone is waiting for her to pull the trigger. CLICK! Everyone is relieved by the sound. Leslie opens her eyes and takes a deep breath handing the gun back to the girl.
“Your turn Brad.” the girl says to the boy on her left. Brad points and says “Craig, did you cheat on this year’s finals?” The boy he points to shakes his head no but the whole group knows that his answer is false. the girl passes Craig the gun. Craig takes the gun and puts it to his head. He smirks and moves the gun away from his head. “I’ll do something different.” he says and he puts the barrel of the gun in his mouth facing the roof of his mouth. He closes his eyes and quickly pulls the trigger. CLICK! He takes the gun away from his mouth and throws it back to the girl. “That’s two so far. That means there is only three more empty slots and no one knows which three they are.” she says with the gun in her hand.
“Your turn Tiffany” Brad says.
“Leslie, I’ve got a question for you. Is your father really dead or is he in prison?” Tiffany asks. Leslie snatches the gun from the girl and once again holds the gun to her head. A second goes by and she finally pulls the trigger. CLICK!
“Two more empty slots.” the girl says as she takes the gun back from Leslie.
“Your turn Michelle.” Tiffany says.
“Can I skip my turn just this once please?” Michelle asks
“Sure” they all answer.
“Well Leslie, it’s your turn to ask a question.” Tiffany says.
“Darra, it’s your turn to answer. Is it true that the reason you stayed out from school for a month was because you had plastic surgery?” Leslie asks the girl with the gun. They all turn to Darra and wait for the answer. She put the gun up to her head. There was dead silence. They could all hear the clock ticking on every second. They all stare waiting, waiting, waiting. CLICK!
“It’s your turn Craig” Darra says placing the gun in her lap.
“Brad, is it true that you tried to kill a teacher in your home town and that’s why you moved here?” Craig asks. Brad looks down blankly at the carpet. His eyes become tense as he takes the gun. He puts it in his mouth pointing upward. A tear runs down his cheek as he pulls the trigger. A huge gasp escapes from everyone’s mouth. CLICK!
“Michelle, it’s back to you since you skipped your turn.” Leslie says in a mumble. They all know that the only slot left holds the bullet. They sit quietly waiting for Michelle’s question.
“Is it true that you lied about being raped when you were 12? Were you trying to cover something up?” Michelle says squinting at Darra.
“I’d rather kill myself then answer that.” Darra says softly with her head facing down looking at the gun. She holds the gun up to her head and squeezes her eyes shut and she begins to cry. They all listen to her sobs as they stare. They can feel the staleness of the air and they wait for the last time.
“Ok” Darra cries. She pulls the trigger. They all scream with eyes flooded with tears.
“Oh my god!” Michelle screams when they all hear the CLICK! Of the Smith & Wesson hand gun.
“Huh?” Darra says.
“We should go now! Right now!” Brad yells standing quickly with a frightened look upon his face. He rushes out the door.
“I can’t believe it,” Michelle says as she grabs the gun from Darra “you were putting on a show the whole time. It was never loaded was it?” Michelle laughs. “I knew itwas never loaded.” She holds the gun to her head still laughing and she pulls the trigger. BOOM! SPLAT!
Michelle’s blood is splattered on the walls and she lies lifeless on the carpet. They all run out of the house but Darra stands looking down at Michelle’s body as blood spills from her head. After a second or two there is a puddle of blood around her head and chunks of her brain slides down the wall. Darra takes the gun from Michelle dead hand. She laughs and squats down in front of the body.
“You’re so stupid Michelle,” she says “ I had the safety on, it’s to bad you didn’t.” Darra sits next to Michelle and lies on the floor staring at the white ceiling laughing and giggling. Soon Darra is soaked in Michelle’s blood but she continues to laugh and smile saying “Oh Michelle, you’re so stupid.”
 X_Kizuato_Tenshi_X · Thu Feb 12, 2009 @ 06:12am · 0 Comments |
