Drabble: Wanna Play?
Title: Wanna Play?
Verse: 616 Verse
Characters/Pairing: Jubilee
Prompt: Gun
Word Count: 260
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine obviously.
Why the hell am I doing this? 6 shots, two players. Me and some crack head who stinks next door. Should never have agreed to it, but I was feeling off. Cold, dead. Maybe this'll wake me up. I pull the trigger and there's an empty noise. Not that time, Lee.
The guy's dirty, stinks, and is obviously on something. His eyes are all glassy, and I swear he's staring at my legs and drooling. Another clack of an empty chamber. He winces when it does it. Waiting for the shot, knowing it's gonna be him instead of someone's corpse he can screw and steal from, then drop in a whole somewhere.
Use two fingers to take it from him. Don't wanna touch his skin more than I have to. I watch his eyes as I put the gun to my temple and squeeze the trigger again. He shudders as there's another empty clack. Three more to go. He got two chances, I got one. Odds ain't in his favor. I hand the gun over crossing my legs, and watching his eyes follow them. Another empty chamber. Fifty fifty chance. I do it one more time, smiling at the clack of the chamber. He takes the gun back with tears in his eyes. Wants to chicken out.
I move my legs again leaning forward a bit. Let him have something nice to look at one last time. He cries as he pulls the trigger. Brains splattering across the wall next to us. I wore gloves, he can keep the gun.
Verse: 616 Verse
Characters/Pairing: Jubilee
Prompt: Gun
Word Count: 260
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine obviously.
Why the hell am I doing this? 6 shots, two players. Me and some crack head who stinks next door. Should never have agreed to it, but I was feeling off. Cold, dead. Maybe this'll wake me up. I pull the trigger and there's an empty noise. Not that time, Lee.
The guy's dirty, stinks, and is obviously on something. His eyes are all glassy, and I swear he's staring at my legs and drooling. Another clack of an empty chamber. He winces when it does it. Waiting for the shot, knowing it's gonna be him instead of someone's corpse he can screw and steal from, then drop in a whole somewhere.
Use two fingers to take it from him. Don't wanna touch his skin more than I have to. I watch his eyes as I put the gun to my temple and squeeze the trigger again. He shudders as there's another empty clack. Three more to go. He got two chances, I got one. Odds ain't in his favor. I hand the gun over crossing my legs, and watching his eyes follow them. Another empty chamber. Fifty fifty chance. I do it one more time, smiling at the clack of the chamber. He takes the gun back with tears in his eyes. Wants to chicken out.
I move my legs again leaning forward a bit. Let him have something nice to look at one last time. He cries as he pulls the trigger. Brains splattering across the wall next to us. I wore gloves, he can keep the gun.