One in the Chamber

DAY 1: HUMBLE BEGINNINGS

Before you read!

"One in the Chamber" is a mature story involving Russian Roulette, heavy gore, involuntary s**cide, strong language, and some pretty brutal deaths and plot twists. If any of these set you off, please back out now. 

Still here? Okay, don't say I didn't warn you.

NOV 2, 20xx

Everyone awoke in the small, rusty shack, with specially designed clothes based on gender. They all meet in the main room, where there is a round table, a lone revolver sits on the table, with two wooden chairs on either side, a single light bulb keeping the area dimly lit. The speaker turns on as the contestants are informed of their situation.

"Greetings," the speaker began. "You have been brought to this building for one reason only. To partake in a tournament of Russian Roulette. Every day, two randomly chosen contestants will compete against one another until the other dies. There can only be one winner. The first round will start in 30 Minutes. Be ready, and take this time to get to know your opponents."

Everyone is stunned into silence, but decide to listen to the voice on the speaker. So, they get to know each other in hopes of finding a way out of here. Jessica is with her brother, Darren, worried about the entire situation, before they're approached by Emma, who's smiling despite the situation

"Hi~! I'm Emma! Good luck in the tournament! It seems intense! I hear we get a cash prize for winning!" Emma joyfully said, bouncing up and down. Jessica was glad to see someone being nice, but Darren was suspicious.

Darren spoke up to Emma, sounding annoyed and suspicious of her jolly nature, "Oh really? I find it hard to believe you're so unbothered by the situation we're in. Nevertheless, good luck to you too... I guess."

Emma huffed and walked away, offended by Darren's rude remarks towards her enthusiasm, as Jessica groaned and ran after her, catching up to her and speaking with a smile, "Sorry about him, he's like that sometimes. I'm Jessica! Nice to meet you, Emma!"

Emma smiled now that Jessica was speaking with her, as she held out her hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you too, Jessica!", Emma started with a laugh. "Say, why don't we form an alliance for the time being? If only one of us is getting out of here, it would be nice to at least get a friend to up our chances!"

Jessica shook her hand, with Darren sighing and joining in, figuring he would help to ensure Jessica didn't do anything stupid. "Fine. I'll join in too. I'm watching you, though, 'Emma'," he said bitterly, which got a grumble from both her and Jessica, both on the same page of thinking he was being a dick. 

30 Minutes passed, and the first round began. Charles vs Simon. The round was starting with a bell chime, and Charles went first, grabbing the gun and spinning the chamber. He pointed it as his head and pulled the trigger, getting nothing more than a click, which made him sigh in relief.

Charles pushed it over to Simon, who did the same thing. He pointed the revolver towards his head, and...

BANG!!!

The entire room went into chaos as Simon's head was blown apart, getting blood and brain matter all across the walls and ceiling as the gun fell to the floor. Everyone started to scream, some even crying, and Darren throwing up. Nobody thought it was actually serious. Until now...

"...oh fuck... what have we gotten ourselves into...!?" Jessica whimpered as Emma tried to calm her down.