Russian Roulette

by slyKat28

I guess that this is what they mean. when they call the Russians crazy. I do not own the cover. It belongs to it's creator. I do however own the contents. This was made from my own head. This is more of a test to see how it goes.

As he pointed the gun at me. I could almost hear the rattling of the bullet deep in its chamber.

Staring down the barrel then glancing up at his eyes I smirked. The look unhinged, on my face with my scar crinkiling as it did. The madness in my eyes clear.

As I wrapped my lips around the muzzle I wondered if tonight was the night I would die.

I didn't care anyway. It was all part of the game. Part of the thrill. The chase.

The most risky part of roulette that the maniac Russians seem to favor.

In this light. I can see why