Runaway Bride

Chapter 6: Card Games and Russian Roulette

Author's Chapter Notes:So shoutout to the Admins who actually managed to validate my chapter before I had to get off line. Slap to me because I didn't update two like I promised. So sorry! And this chapter will be very disappointing because I'm sick and can barely see straight. *hangs head* This is a quickie chapter meant to add a little fire to the story (will probably be edited) and reveal a little bit more about the character's personalities. Probably won't post more then one. I'll be lucky to make this 500 words (not including the notes) so within the best of my abilities, let the story commence!

The air in the hotel room was tense the next night. Tom had decided that laying low for a few weeks was due after the beating he had bestowed on the hit-man. With the curtains drawn and a fur blanket wrapped around his shoulders, Bill sat quietly on the bed and the very stillness was driving him crazy. Almost as if sensing this, Bill picked up a pack of cards.

"Wanna play?" he asked with a cheeky smile that didn't QUITE reach his eyes.

Soon, they were both sitting on the bed, Tom criss-cross-apple-sauce and Bill with his legs sprawled out to the side as they played Jabberwocky.

"Ha! I win!" Bill crowed once more, an impish smirk on his face as Tom scoffed softly.

"It's a 50-50 chance of winning, stupid. Of course you won." Bill pouted and Tom softened. "Hey, let's do something else."

Bill thought for a moment and then nervously squirmed a little, chewing his lower lip in hesitation. "Teach me how to fire a gun?" he asked.

Tom blinked in alarm.

"You already do?" he said in confusion and Bill shook his head, biting his lower lip.

"Not really. I know how to pull a trigger. That's nothing. Loading, what guns to use, the differences in reloading... That's what I need to know."

Tom was stunned and, to his shame, a little physicked about the young teen's interest in guns. With a sigh, he nodded and pulled out a semi-automatic. "Show me what you can do."

Several hours later, Tom was about ready to gape at the dark haired teen. He had almost completely mastered non-automatics and knew his way around semi-automatics in such a way that seemed impossible from someone who only 4 hours ago knew barely how to pull the trigger.

Finally, Bill pointed the gun at Tom. "If I were to fire it right now..." he asked, whispering softly, "or if I truly had a loaded gun in my hand... what would you do?"

Russian Roulette... A game he was sadly familiar with.

Before Bill could blink, Tom had him sprawled back on the bed, both wrists by his head and a knee between his legs, keeping him pinned. Their eyes, a similar dark brown caramel, bored into each other.

A tense, thick silence ensued, the cornrowed thug hovering over Bill not breaking it nor encouraging it as he stayed, his fingers around Bill's wrists and keeping him still with his gaze if not his body. Bill was hyper aware that at any moment, he could bend down and kiss him. That actually scared him more then the fact that the other could easily take his gun away and use it on him.

"I would tie you down and make sure you would never again speak of me."

Bill swallowed thickly, Tom could see his addam's apple bobbing. Was he scared? Did Tom want him to be?

Bill nodded slowly. Almost mechanically. Did it hurt? Should it? Tom's head was starting to spin.

"And if it was some one else? Some one you didn't know?"

"I would kill them."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Chapter End Notes:K, I'll try to add more when I feel better. The card game's name will be filled in as soon as I can remember what it is. Something similar to Craps.

So I have not contacted my friend to ask what the card game is yet and I have developed a cold. FABULOUS! Urgh... I'll up date when my head stops throbbing I promise!