THE GUN HELD IN A GLOVED HAND LAYS ITS MUZZLE AGAINST THE FOREHEAD. The man looking up at the gunman is obstructed from behind and gritting his teeth, bloodied and bruised from the number of hits he had taken from the boons of the gunman. The gunman, for now, codename Hunter, grins as he pulls down the hammer of his revolver. "One bullet," He speaks with a soft voice but a clear Scottish accent. "Russian Roulette — I've heard you like that game very much if you were in my shoes," He laughs, pinching the trigger and not a single shot through the forehead.
The obstructed man keeps looking from Hunter to the idle body lying on the ground not far from where he is tied up. From behind, he can see a bloody pool and blood is oozing down from the hole. "Kill me if you want," The man says with a rough voice. "Just let her live. She has nine lives — don't make her lose them all now," He pleads but without submission of facial recognition. "I know what you want, Hunter. I know what you desire. My title, my militia, my connection. But after you've betrayed us, how can I trust you again?"
"Ignorance is intelligence," Hunter pulls the trigger and nothing. "Wisdom is heedless," One more pull, nothing. "I did not betray you, Master," Hunter grins, pulling once more and the obstructed man realises a slow movement in the corner of his eyes, the motion through the darkness as the only light is shining above him. He looks at the revolver in Hunter's hand, noticing that the bullet is in place and even Hunter knows that. Before he can yelp, Hunter covers the Master's mouth. "Shh," Hunter whispers into his ear, redirecting the gun's aim. "It was all her, wasn't it? Why you had lost sight of trust with your 'connections'. You can't admit it, but you love her,"
The Master looks at the girl who has an entry and exit bullet hole through her chest and she's staggering towards him, and she's whimpering, weakly asking Hunter to not hurt him. The Master looks at Hunter straight in the eyes with one producing a tear. It sheds down his cheek and onto his pants.
"You can't keep something broken forever," Hunter smiles maniacally and pulls the trigger.
A shot goes off.
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MIRROR || Mafia Story
RomanceSomeone has painted a target on her back and it's not her fault. Innocent like an idle flower through a still day, Sienna Hutchinson smiles her way through the world, despite the turmoils she had endured since she was young: betrayal, loss, attempts...
