The Tryout

A short story by Bobby Manzi

A dark room engulfed the man's eyes from seeing ahead of him. He sat on the floor waiting for his opponet to come forth. A sword layed by his side, his only friend. His other, a 9mm Eagle, rested in it's holster. He thought about who his opponet would be like.
A true worrior? Or yet, could he be a disgusting display for the human race? Whoever he would be, it was a waste of time. The door in front of him opened, shooting a beam of light onto the man who rested on the floor. He looked up and saw the dark outline of his opponet.
"I've been waiting for you Max," he said as he grabbed his sword.
Max stepped forward into the room. The other man held his sword tightly in his hands. His sword was hungry for blood, as was he. He looked at Max, his opponet, and saw no weapon being held.
"Unarmed? I must say, you're brave to come up to me, demanding a fight with no weapon, what is your objective of doing such a thing?" He asked.
A smirk grew on Max's face, as if he knew what he was doing.
"I question you. A man such as yourself should understand me just fine. It is between us, two people, destined to kill eachother. I have come here from the other side of the world to confront you. And I must say, I have seen better. Your stance, the weapon, everything. It's awful. A waste of my time," Max commented on his way out. He turned around with his back to the man, and made his way to the door. A loud thud was heard from Max's left ear once he placed his hand on the door knob. He turned and saw the sword stuck in the door, still swaying from the power of which it was thrown at. Max turned back and looked at his opponet.
"Persistent you are. I love that. I am the same way. Never giving up. Who ever thought, I would meet someone such as myself. But now you have no weapon," Max noted.
His opponet reached into his holster, and pulled out his 9mm Eagle, which was then pointed at Max. Max laughed at his actions, so he too pulled out his handgun. Their eyes locked onto eachother's. A single movement of a finger, and one would die instantly. Either they didn't realize that, or they were waiting.
"Let's play a game," the opponet began to speak.
"We each will get a revolver. As you know, there are about six chambers. One bullet shall be placed in one of the six chambers. We will each take turns putting the gun to our heads, and pulling the trigger. If you hear a click, you got lucky. If you hear a bang, you have nothing to worry about anymore."
Max nodded his head in agreement. His opponet gave Max a revolver with only one round within it. Max went first. He put the gun to his head. Fear ran through him, but he knew he had to do it anyway. He pulled the trigger. The only sound made, was a click. His opponet then did the same. He held it up to his head, and showing no sign of fear, pulled the trigger. The only sound made, was a bang. The bullet went through nice and clean, leaving only a clear hole through his head. Blood shot out, and landed onto the walls. Max looked upon him.
"The only difference between me and you is that I belived I could win. You however saw the chance that you could die," he said.
Max took clip out, and saw a bullet in all six chambers. The gun was fully loaded.
"Besides, you cheated."
Max shook all the bullets out of the chamber onto the ground where they landed in the crimson puddle which was still forming. He left the room, and back into his life, where his next victum, would soon come.