AN-Okay, so I got some people who said not to continue. But more of you said I should! So, if you are reading this, thanks very much for giving my shot at…angst(?) a shot AND I think there may be something wrong with your head. LIKE ME! Yay. Uh, enjoy? I guess. And like the last chapter, you guys should know…someone gonna die! Let's see who?

After the gun was reloaded, everyone still seated, Edward's body hadn't been moved, and it still lay next to Bella. And boy, was she losing it. She kept trying to keep her eyes off of her dead boyfriend, but she couldn't. She stared, at the blood, his perfect lips in a small O, as it lay open, as long with his closed eyes, which had been closed. His hands were on either side of him, one leg crossed under the other and his fucking head was facing her.

"UGH!" Bella groaned and before anyone could question her, she stood up and went to move.

"NO!" Jasper yelled, pointing a long thin finger at her.

"OH my god, don't fucking SCARE me like that, you bitch!" She screamed back, as she fisted her hands.

He laughed, "Sit your sweet little ass back down. You ain't moving. You'll fuck it all up."

"I hate you!" Bella ground out, as she collapsed, back down on the floor.

"Too fucking bad." He smiled at her, sweetly, before he handed her the gun. "It's loaded."

"Duh," she muttered, as she took it from her. It was still warm from when it had been fired, previously. She stared down at it and took a deep breath as she held it in front of her face; it wasn't touching her, it was just there. She cocked and it fired, without a thought.

Click.

She sighed, sadly, as she handed the gun to Emmett. He looked at it for a second, feeling how warm it still was, thinking back as he had watched Edward fire the gun into his chest. He saw back to the blood seeping through his shirt. It was kinda exciting.

Emmett grinned but then looked over at Rosalie who was staring at him, her breath coming out in quick pants. He watched her as she looked down at her stomach. "Rosalie?"

She looked up at him and her breathing relaxed as she stared at the gun in Emmett's hands. She nodded and looked into his eyes. Emmett said nothing nor showed no emotion as he lifted the gun to his temple and pressed it, deeply into the skin there. He blinked hard before he opened his eyes and cocking the gun, pulled the trigger.

click.

Rosalie took the gun and biting her lip, as she stared at Edward's dead body, froze after she cocked the gun. Would she be left there, dead, while everyone else played if she got the bullet? Would everyone freeze when they hear the bang of the gun as it tore through her flesh? What if she was next? No, but she wasn't, it had gone around and then two more before someone died and she was only third! With that thought in mind, a slight smile on her face, she fired.

Click.

Emmett sighed in relief as Rosalie handed the gun to Alice, with a look he didn't quite understand on her face. Rosalie leaned back on her elbows as Alice cocked the gun and fired, not wasting time.

Click.

Bella watched Jasper take the gun from Alice's hands. She could see the pain in his eyes as he watched Alice's obvious disappointment in not getting the shot. She could see that it was killing him inside and that he did not want to see Alice die; he wanted to die first. Alice was her best friend. She knew everything, she knew why she was the one most desperate to die; just Alice didn't know she knew she wanted to die. Well, more specifically she knew that before this whole game. She saw Alice's pain everyday.

Jasper stared at the gun as he thought about how much he saw that Alice wanted to die. She showed no concern about it, she just wanted it. He didn't want to see her accomplish it. He was going to die first.

Emmett watched as Jasper cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, watching carefully, ready for the possible impact.

Click.

Bella had lost feeling by this point, she was losing hope, even though she already knew she was going to die; she wanted to die now. However, before she could even cock the gun, Jasper spoke up. "Okay, guys. So, here is round one-"

"Don't you mean, round three? Or like, two and a half?" Bella asked, as she flipped the gun between both hands.

Jasper turned to her, his nostrils flaring. "Bella." She looked over at him with a sweet smile. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Before I kill you myself."

"Bring it, Jazzy." She taunted, waving the gun in his face.

Jasper growled, his used-to-be-before-he-turned-into-a-druggie stunning blue eyes turned to slits as he glared at her, furious. All Bella did was look at him bored, as she tilted her head to the side and cocked an eyebrow. Jasper stared at her before he turned back to the group. "Like I was saying," he started out through gritted teeth, "here is another round of our lovely game. Go the fuck ahead, Bella. See if we're lucky and you die next."

Bella grinned, sarcastically. "Thanks, Jasper. Let's hope your right." She said the last part softly as she cocked the trigger and pulled the trigger harder than necessary as she pointed it at her cheek.

Click.

"Looks like luck isn't on our side today, Jazz hands," She grumbled, sarcastically as she passed it to Emmett, rubbing the spot on her cheek where she had pressed the gun too hard into the soft skin.

"Ha, there's a red circle on your cheek." Emmett said, before Jasper could comment on Bella's nickname (that he had hated since they were little preteens), cheekily as he cocked the gun without thinking. Bella flipped him off, laughing, softly.

Emmett laughed. He was about to pull the trigger, pointing the gun at his temple, when he thought of something. He looked over at Rosalie and smiled at her. He unthinkingly pulled the trigger.

BAM!

Rosalie didn't expect the shot at all, so she jumped and screamed. Blood shot out onto her and Bella and some even got on Jasper and Alice. Rosalie was gasping for breath as she desperately scrambled to get away from Emmett as he fell over, a gaping hole now in the side of his head, blood pouring out.

"Oh my god!!!" Bella screamed, as she tried to scrub at the blood that landed on her light blue shirt, only making it worse.

Jasper groaned as he covered his eyes for a moment before grabbing a pillow and moving over to Emmett to try to stop the blood from spreading too much on the hard wood floor, for Rosalie still had to sit next to him. He looked over at Rosalie who was ghostly white and a light sheet of sweat all over her face and neck.

"Rosalie. Calm down, Rosalie!" He yelled, as she started panting louder.

"Oh…my….god. Oh fuck…Jasper…" She gasped out, as she tried to comprehend the blood gushing form Emmett's head, though stalled by the pillow Jasper had placed by his head. She pointed at her dead lover as she stared and tried to get herself together. Her hand drifted down to her stomach, as she felt a hardy kick. "Shh, shh…" She murmured.

Alice sat unmoving where she had been. She stared at Emmett's hand where the gun still was. It hadn't moved, of course, for he was dead, but she stared at it, willing it to grip the gun and lift it, pointing it straight at her; ending her misery once and for all.

Bella was in a fetal position, rocking back and forth as she stared at Jasper who was kneeling over Emmett and her eyes widened when she saw his hand go down to Emmett's face. But calmed, when she saw that he only closed his unseeing baby blue eyes.

Jasper crawled back to his spot. "Rosalie, come back to your spot."

Rose stared at her brother. His voice held no emotion, at all. He didn't even look at her. He just looked down at the gun in his hand, as he loaded another bullet it in. He didn't ask her to. He didn't say it gently. It was a demand and he didn't even have a thought of her not listening to him.

When Jasper noticed that his sister hadn't moved, he spoke without looking up. "Rosalie. If you don't go back to your spot, so we can continue our game, you can go, baby sister." His voice was mocking and he knew it. He had anther cynical smile on his face and he affectionately rubbing the gun who had killed two of his closest friends not even a few feet from him.

"You are sick, Jasper. Sick!" Rosalie shouted, her voice even, her breathing labored, as she glared at her brother. "You should go to jail. You should be committed to a mental institution, you sick fuck." She spit out, her hands crumpled into fists. She had lost all other thought than dying, after she saw her Emmett die. She couldn't stand to see someone else die. So she did what she knew would kill her faster. She provoked the sick person with the loaded gun.

"Rosie," Jasper cooed. "You can go to the po-lice and tell 'em to come 'n get me, 'cause I got some mental issues. You can tell 'em all about my sick game and how two of our friends have al'eady died and the rest of us waiting for our turn. But it won't matter, Darlin'. Why? Because we'll all be dead by the time they get here, anyhow." Jasper was talking in a gentle voice. His southern drawl apparent through his whole speech, as he looked at up at his younger sister. She didn't answer for a while and Jasper took that as his cue to continue. "So, please, hon; sit. Let's continue."

Rosalie was on her feet, her whole frame shaking with rage. "Fuck you! Fuck you and your sick game! I'm not playing anymore! I can't sit here and watch anyone else die, I can't-"

BAM!

Rosalie gasped, her hands going to the spot before her left breast. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open in an O as she stared at her brother, struggling for breath as she fell to her knees.

"Rose!" Bella screeched as she rushed over to Rosalie as she gasped, the blood coming out quickly and washing over her hands as she gripped the skin. The agony ripped through her whole body and she screamed, arching her back, sharply. "Rose! Oh my fucking god!"

Rosalie's will to live rapidly left her body and she fell forward, her eyes closed, along with her mouth and one of her arms in front of her and the other under her body, both her hands and most of her forearms colored in crimson.

Bella slowly turned to face Jasper who still had the gun pointed to where Rosalie had been standing. His eyes were wide, his nostrils wide. "What the fuck?" Bella said to him, as she sat back on her ass, next to Rose not even caring that she was dead. She just couldn't believe that Jasper killed his own sister. "You fucking killed your own sister!" She screamed, pointing at him. She got in his face, knocking the gun out of his hand with her wrist, not even registering the pain it inflicted. She shook Jasper's shoulders. "What the FUCK!?"

Jasper shook his head, his eyes filled with tears as he grabbed Bella's hands and jerked her to sit down next to him. He barely looked at Alice as he reached into her still hands and took the gun from her. She didn't want to let go, so he roughly pulled on it and she released it.

"She wanted it, Bella." He said, softly, looking at her. He took a breath. "We're not done here." He whispered, as he looked down and put in another bullet, twirling the chamber of the gun. He looked between Alice and Bella, both staring at each other. It didn't escape his notice that Alice hadn't said anything since before Emmett died and he turned to her, with pleading wet eyes. "I'm sorry. I cheated and I'm sorry."

Alice knew that he meant 'cheat' in two different ways. She nodded and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, minutely. She didn't feel like speaking and she felt no shame that she was perfectly fine with being near him knowing that he just shot his pregnant sister. She did want it. She needed it. And anyway, they were going to die. She didn't care what she had to do. She was going to die.

AN-OKAY. Phew. Three down, three to go, right? How many expected that Rosalie was going to die the way she did? How horrible is this story, aye? Ahhh, I had too much fun writing it. Really. It was kinda weird. ANYWAY, review, please, please. Tell me how terrible and sick minded I am. (: More?

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