Roulette

7th chamber?

    A six shooter has six chambers. Six bullets. Six shots. So why?

    Why am i out of shots, and Ace is still standing?! That evil grin creeps across his face, now more twisted and inhuman than ever.

    "What did you do?" I choke.

    "Oh nothing.
Well... "

   Ace holds up his hand and twiddles the bullet in between his fingers.

    "Almost nothing."

   "How do you have that?"

    He palms the bullet away, like a stage magician with a card.

    "Magic."

    Panic sets in my soul, and i frantically search for the other five bullets.
Fuck.
There aren't any...

    "Oh? My my, by any chance, were you looking for these?"

    He holds the bullets in his palm in front of me.

    "Cmon man, you're not using your brain! It would be silly of me to have them within your reach."

    With this, he palms the bullets away. If he gets the colt i'm a sitting duck.

    What now?

    Ace violently flips the table away and lunges towards me.

    "Fuck!" I cry out as i tumble out of the way, dropping the colt. Double fuck.

     Ace lays crumpled in what used to be my chair, and i know I'm only seconds away from him getting up. I gotta get to a door, a window, anything.

    Wait.

    Where's the door?

    What the hell is going on?

     I frantically spin around, looking for any way out, when i hear cackling behind me. I turn around to see Ace rise from the was-chair wood pile, now holding the gun.
    
    "Oh come the fuck on Quinn. surely you're not this dense! Think man! When you first woke up and looked around, did you see any doors? Windows? Vents? No. You didn't."

    He steps toward me, cornering me.

    "I-i don't understand-"

     He loads the gun and cocks it, then points it at my head. Then he speaks.

    "None of it's real quinn."

    I duck and roll away right before he pulls the trigger.

    "DAMMIT!"

    He cocks the gun again, spins around and pulls the trigger, barely missing me. I side roll out of the way, behind the toppled desk. Ace cackles with madness, and cocks the gun.

    "I swear, you're like a cockroach! I'm gonna kill you if it's the last thing i do!" 

    He shoots through the table and grazes my arm. I yelp and run to the lamp, ready to hit him with it.

     "Go ahead" he scoffs.

     I hit him hard over the head, but nothing happens to him. Instead, the lamp dissipates and turns to smoke and dust.

    "Wha-"

    "Like i said. Nothing in this room is real. Well, except this colt. This is mine."

    Ace cocks the gun again, and aims it at my face.

    "Goodbye, Quinn."

                    A dreadful click.

                             Bang.