Gamble
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: Everyone here is owned by Pixar
Syndrome gazed in awe at his rocket. Soon his plan of almost 15 years would come to fruition. It made feel almost giddy on the inside.
"He's not weak, you know." Mirage's voice interrupted his inner monologue.
"What?"
"Valuing life is not weakness." She continued.
Syndrome walked over to to where Mirage was typing out some files.
"Oh hey look, look...if you're talking about what happened in the containment unit, I had everything under control." He knew, that sooner or later, she would really pissed off about what happened.
"And disregarding it is not strength." It was time to use his "charming" tone of voice.
"I called his bluff, sweetheart, that's all-" Syndrome suddenly found the business end of a pistol lodged in his forehead.
"That's all? My life was in jeopardy! It can't be summed up as 'that's all'!" Her finger was on the trigger.
Syndrome's stomach turned at the surprise. He knew his relationship with Mirage wasn't as stable as it should be, but he honestly hadn't expected Mirage to pull a gun on him. Maybe poisoned his coffee if he really pissed her off, but nothing as sloppy as a pistol.
"Why are you hesitating?" Mirage asked. He realized she was referring to his zero point energy.
He could easily and quickly murder her with it. What was stopping him? Surprise? His reflexes were pretty good, but...but he had never expected her to do this to him.
She pulled the trigger.
There was a clicking sound and nothing else.
A tense, eternal, pause passed between the two of them. Then there was the sound of an unloaded pistol dropping to the floor.
"Next time you gamble, let it be with your own life." She shoved the papers in his arms and left the lab, leaving him shocked and confused.
There was a gap between the two of them now.
He didn't like it, but there was more important business to get too.
He was time to repair it later.
Author's note: most of the dialogue was taken from here: http/jupiter.