Templeton seizes up the revolver, keeping an eye on the gambler across the room. "You make a very appealing offer, Jason." He removed his glasses, and put the barrel of the .357 to his temple, his finger rubbing slowly along the trigger. He licked his lips, shut his eyes, and squeezed.
Clack. The hammer came down on an empty chamber, and Arthur let out a mad yell, cackling and kicking over his chair as he took to his feet. "It never gets easier, but it gets a hell of a lot more fun!" he noted, roaring with laughter. "Your turn."
Templeton spun the cyllinder, raised the gun to his client, and shut one eye, staring hazily down the sights of the revolver. "I just want you to know, it's been an honor to play with a man with some balls for once."
The hammer came down, and the live shell in the chamber roared back in a deafening explosion; the gun kicked back, and Templeton dropped it on his over-turned chair in surprise. "Well I'll be damned," he muttered, rubbing his sore hand. "I thought the poor son-of-a-bitch was lucky!"
Victim number II, Jason Linus.
_________________ ~They're gonna hang me in the mornin', before the night is done, They're gonna hang me in the mornin', and I'll never see the sun.~Maxwell Murder wrote: Gordan and Praphet, you are the two halves of God.
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