alex was always joking about death.
but he never, ever expected to actually die in one his best friend's basement before his twentieth birthday. he always joked about how mike-ro-wave was going to get them. only now does he start to think that maybe he already had.
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michael dropped his gun on the floor and stood up. he kicked alex's hand away from his shoe. michael looks around the room and examined his work well done. he nodded to himself then ascended up the stairs, out the door, and down the street to his home.
he opened the door to his bathroom and grabbed the lilac hair dye from the cabinet.
"time for a new look." he said before opening the bottle. all throughout dying his hair, he laughed to himself.
they had never suspected a thing.
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australian roulette :: m.g.c.
Fanfictionone game. ten teens. ten guns. nine losers. one winner. book one in the child's games series
