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dalieisinyourcloset:
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dalieisinyourcloset:
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dalieisinyourcloset:
Who wants to play a little game?
“I’m in! I love proper games of chance.”
“All right, I shall go first,” Dalie said. He slipped the small bullet into the revolver of the gun, clicked it shut then spun it. He waited for it to cease spinning before placing the end of the gun to his forehead and pulling the trigger without a moment’s hesitation. There was only a clicking sound in response, nothing else. “Hmm… your turn.” He passed the gun to her.
Detta picked up the gun and took a deep breath before giving it a spin of her own. She placed it to her temple and pulled the trigger, a faint click. She let out the breath she’d been holding.
Dalie took the gun from Detta and this time placed it’s end to his left eye and pulling the trigger. Again, there was only the small click. Dalie let out a slightly disgruntled sigh as he offered the weapon back to the other. Now there was a one-in-four chance.
Detta stared at him, “Do you want to die?” She took the gun, “One in four…” She placed the gun to her temple again, and remembered when she would have welcomed death. Her hand shook as she pulled the trigger. There was the sound of a far off explosion, her telekineses reacted involuntarily stopping the bullet, so it lodged in her skull instead of her brain. She fell forward, blood pouring from the wound.
“Are you all right?” Somehow the bullet didn’t go all the way through and for that, Detta wouldn’t die, he suspected. He watched as the black potion from the bullet oozed on the side of her face nonetheless. He made a mental note to make another potion encapsulated bullet. He reached down and pulled the bullet from her skull and then healed the wound.