The story so far:
v - twos
Kirt picks the gun up like an OG, smirking at it, apparently recovered from his momentary bout with anxiety. He toys with it for a few seconds showing it who is boss. A childish smile plays hopscotch on his lips.
Still not real.
Then, with a crazed Mel Gibson Lethal Weapon look, he brings the metal monster up to his head.
I quickly turn my head not wanting to see the brains that have kept me striving for better things all my life splattered against the wall. I look through the flickering candles out the window at the marching army ant traffic. It’s starting to thin out.
“Here I go bro. Don’t you want to watch me?”
I look back, I guess out of courtesy. Although more likely out of respect. I know the fear he is feeling and I know it will be comforting to have me looking at him. It will help him feel…not so alone.
Funny really, I know this only because it had been my experience not two minutes previous.
I silently will him to pull the trigger. It’s taking too **** long.
He closes his eyes.
I keep mine open.
My breathing ceases and all I can hear is the combined in sync thundering of our two hearts.
Then…a sharp click.
It seems so much louder than when it came from my pull.
Nonetheless, the results are the same. Nothing.
Two pulls. Two clicks.
“Wheew!” Kirt exclaims. “What a **** rush!”