Russkaya Ruletka
By: Embers of Inspiration
A turn of the revolver, the ominous sound of the click of a setting chamber. A gloved hand squeezes the trigger, almost gently.
The sound of thunder echoes harshly in the bare, concrete room. The blood that pours out from a bullet-sized hole to the brain pools and sets slowly.
No one will bother to clean up. It will stain, just like the rest of them.
A pair of guards enter to remove the body, doing their best to avoid the figure in the middle of the room without being too obvious about it.
The figure smiles, the same smile that has made many brave men break down in fear. "Better luck next time, da?"
For in the game of russian roulette, it's all about luck.
"Next." Russia hums a happy song. The solitary tune bounces off the walls in an eerie fashion.
The next prisoner comes in, struggling violently and frantically begging for mercy. Russia continues to smile as he pulls a bullet out of his pocket. "I might let you go. It depends. Are you feeling lucky today?"
The man continues to thrash around in his bonds, desperately trying to escape.
Russia slides the bullet into one of the seven chambers of his well-polished Nagant. He spins the chambers with a flourish, not looking down, before pushing it back into place. "I hope you are," he says sincerely, "for your sake."
He lifts the gun, level to the prisoner's terrified face, and pulls the trigger.
AN: Did the prisoner live or die? I don't know. You decide.
I'm trying to get over this APH phase so I can go back to MAR. Really, I am. There are just a few things that need to be flushed out of my system first…
Um, please don't hurt me? I know it's written in present tense, and it wasn't originally supposed to be that way. But it just kind of happened.
I sort of like the way it turned out actually. It gives it a different feel.