australian roulette :: m.g.c.

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luke didn't know why.

he didn't know why he would participate in a game that gave him a ninety percent chance of dying. he should never have agreed. he should have just gotten up and walked out of that god forsaken room and gone home and back to his loving family. luke had loved life. he had amazing friends, awesome parents, and two big brothers that loved him. even though his brothers had moved out and started families of their own, they still stayed in touch. he was their little brother, even though he was taller than them, and that would never change. he was the baby of the family and that wouldn't change whether he was nineteen or ninety. but now, he would never get to nineteen, let alone ninety. he'd never hug his mum again, never play footy with his dad and brothers, never play with his nieces and nephews, never see his friends again.

his friends. it was somewhat their fault that this had happened but he still loved them. he still loved how sapphire was always quiet, how lisa was so determined and opinionated, how ella managed to calm them all down, how calum was always there to do someting no matter the time of day, how sara cried at basically everything, how marie was always so caring and loving, how ashton was like a big brother and a little school girl at the same time, how alex would just sit with him and watch television all day, how michael always dyed his hair. but he also would never hug them again, he would never see michael change his hair from green to his next colour, never say he loved them again.

because he was dead. his brains and blood were mixing together on the grey floor, the top of his quiff brushing against ashton's jean-covered leg. luke's bright blue eyes, the ones that could light up a room, were now a dull blue-grey, and they'd never light up another person's life with just one look. he was gone.

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ashton let out a strangled cry. he dropped his gun and started to extend his hand out to touch luke's blonde hair. his fingertips ran through the blonde quiff, over his eyebrows, down his nose, brushing his lip ring. another sob ripped past his lips. his little brother was gone. he wasn't breathing. he was bleeding out.

tears rushed out of ashton's eyes. he leaned over and buried his face in luke's hair. his face was still slightly warm, his cheeks still tinged red. sob after sob erupted in ashton's chest as he cried over the loss of one of his best friends.

marie picked up the gun and passed it back to michael. she looked back at her boyfriend and her heart clenched. she placed her palm on his back and he spun around and gripped her waist and hugged her tightly. he still couldn't believe he'd been sitting next to luke no more than five minutes ago pulling faces at each other and now he was dead. marie was slightly disgusted. ashton had wiped luke's blood onto her light grey sweatshirt. but she couldn't just push the distraught boy away so she cuddled him closer as michael passed the guns around for round three.

"ashton, sit up. babe, you've got to sit up. i know it's hard, but we've got to finish the game." marie helped ashton into a sitting position and handed him his gun. ashton nodded his head once, twice, three times before he seemed to calm down enough to press the barrel of the gun to head.

"one." ashton's shaky voice carried across the room, a rattle coming from the gun in his hand.

"two." ashton glanced once again at luke but looked away when he felt the bile rising in the back of his throat.

"three." eight teenagers pulled their trigger, not knowing if they're safe for now or going to lodge a bullet in their brain.

bang.

her blonde hair instantly became red as the blood leaked out. alex squealed as she landed with a thud in front of him. michael just rolled his eyes at alex's reaction to the dead girl.

lisa.