Disclaimer: Obviously anything that you recognize is not mine…sad day.
Author's Note: I'm sure many of you are wondering right now "Why is she putting out another story when EtP is still not finished." Honestly, I still haven't figured that out yet. I've been working on this story for some time now (before EtP even came into existence) and I've finally reached a point where I'm too excited about it to keep it tucked away until the other one is done. I'm sorry if that bothers you at all, but this is my 'choice'...haha. So, I hope you enjoy it, remember reviews are always welcomed, and, as always, happy reading.
Choice
The water that dripped from the pipes seemed to echo tenfold in the dark room, however it did nothing to cover the muffled curses that escaped her lips or the soft sobs of her counterpart.
A decision to choose one thing, person, or course of action in preference to others.
With each ragged breath the pain in his abdomen seemed more pronounced, but he wasn't going to give the masked figure the satisfaction of knowing that the ache was affecting him. Instead, he continued to struggle against his restraints.
Everyday individuals are forced to make decisions covering any range of topics, from the mundane to life altering.
The masked man seemed to be enjoying the action surrounding him. The drugs were slowly wearing off for the females and each was making herself known. It pleased him to see how different they truly were. Like fire and ice. The male, on the other hand, was thrashing around on the opposite side of the room; his attempts to break free becoming wilder as the sounds of the females reached his ears.
Every time the same dilemma: Do I want A or B?
It wasn't until the gun made its appearance in the room did time stop and the true reality of the situation sink in.
Normally we choose based on the circumstances. We choose the one that makes us happiest. The one that is morally right. The one that is the least complicated.
As the rules where explained, each of the four people allowed their mind to go into overdrive. Is this what it was really coming down to?
It seems simple enough in theory.
One lives and the other dies. The statement hung in the air for several moments, before the masked man began demanding an answer.
However, what happens when you're given the impossible choice?
His cries of outrage seemed to only infuriate his captor, and after a few well-placed punches he was once again gasping for breath.
When it's a matter of life and death.
The gun was placed to his head and he knew that if he didn't speak soon, all three of them would die.
And you have no choice, but to choose.
He locked eyes with her as he whispered the name into the monster's ear. He saw the wave of emotions that flashed in her eyes as the tears began their silent trek down her face.
And pray that you made the right decision.
Three pairs of eyes squeezed shut as the gun went off.