My Little Psycho [No Plot (KS Fanfic bxb)]

Chapter 21: Russian Roulette Pt. 1

I was feeling a little inspired by my sorrow to write some more ヽ(* \'ー\')ﾉ

-(M/n)'s Pov-

"Pick the wrong gun and you're done."

"Bet."

//Previously//

I wake up from my peaceful slumber when my phone starts ringing. 'It's three in the morning. What does Lillian want?' I roll over to my phone, picking it up lazily.

"Hello?"

"(M/n), A.M.B.E.R. Alert. Ocean Side, Ocean City, Maryland. Be there as soon as you can. I'm already here with Frank, Serenity, and Will. Come with a rifle, pistol, extra bullets, pocket knife, and bulletproof vest. This guy has tons of back up. The S.W.A.T. team is heading to your house now.

My breath catches in my throat as I jump from my bed. Sure, Frank and I are detectives, but we're low on men at the moment. I go under my bed, grabbing my gear. I put on some black pants and shirt.

Pulling the vest over my torso, I put my weapons in their usual spots. As I grab my phone to call Sangwoo, there's a pounding at the door. "Coming!" I run down stairs, knowing that it's the S.W.A.T.

Here goes nothing.

//Ocean Side, Ocean City, Maryland//

"Let the child go!" Lillian yells from outside of the house as she cocks her gun.

"No, you crazy bitch! No until I see Sarah!" the captor yells from inside the house. Neighbors were peeping out from their houses but were too afraid to actually come out.

"You have exactly one minute to give in!" Frank yells as he and the S.W.A.T. team got the usual battering ram.

A minute passed. A child's scream was heard.

"Fucktard!" I run into the house, not thinking. My legs move on their own as everyone and my mind tell me to stop.

Kicking down the door, I pull out my rifle, cocking it. I look around cautiously, pointing the weapon at every inch of darkness in the house.

Suddenly, my head was yanked back by my hair. "Shit!"

"Tell your friends out there to give me Sarah." The captor hit me in the back of the neck.

Everything went black.

//Later//

I slowly wake up, my arm entire body feeling heavy. As I look around, there was a blonde head of hair resting on my chest. I sigh, feeling slightly relieved that the child really wasn't dead. 'Damn, for a kid so skinny, he sure is heavy.' I shift uncomfortably, although not wanting to wake the sleeping child.

As soon as I started shifting around, the kid wakes up. "S-Sorry, Sir." I sigh. The boy has dark bags under his eyes. His eyes are a light blue and his hair is dirty blonde. He looks to be thirteen.

"No worries. But, keep your voice down, I'm thinking of ways to get out of here." I press my hands against my head as I thought.

"That isn't happening." I look up to the new, yet old voice. A tall, lanky man that looks to be in his mid-thirties looks down down at me was a dangerous smile. 'Just like Sangwoo...' I think. The boy recoils as he captor spits on his face. "Don't look at me like that, brat!"

I grab that boy protectively. He buries his face in my chest and shakes violently. "Go in that corner over there."  He nods before scurrying off. I get up from the cold, hard ground, brushing myself off. "What time is it?"

"Five in the morning." I gasp. "Shit. Let the kid go."

"What will I gain from it?"

"Let him go damn it!" I grab my gun, cocking and aiming it at the man.

"Go ahead and shoot me sweetheart." He puts his hands in the air tauntingly, grinning like a madman. 'He's nuts.'

"Fine. You just made my job my easier." I pull the trigger. Nothing happened. "W-What?" Before I have time to say anything else, he slams me into a nearby chair at a table. "Bastard!"

He simply laughs before sitting down in the chair across from me. I examined the contents on the table in front of me. Four guns.

"What are you playing at?"

"Russian Roulette, of course." He grabs one of the guns and puts it to his own head. "You win, you get the kid and I'll call of my guards. You lose, well you die." He smiles all too happily. I suck in a breath.

"Fine."

"Pick the wrong gun and you're done."

"Bet." I grab one of the guns myself, closing my eyes and I press it to my head. I pull the trigger reluctantly and nothing happens. I sigh in relief.

The man fires his own gun, nothing happens. I pick up the next gun and nothing happens.

There was only one gun left.

"Well, it looks like you've lost." I say with a smirk.

"Where's your vest?"

BAM!

A red spot was blooming from my torso.