"Let us begin, Russian Roulette."
Chance sat himself down, pushing Victor out of the way with a more than enthusiastic smile on his face.
Victor stumbled away from the table, falling onto his knees right beside Chance. "T-Thank you, thank you."
"Nah... don't thank me. I mean it, don't, I'm bein' very selfish right now." Chance chuckled, practically salivating as Kahn spun the chamber of an empty revolver. Kahn released the Cylinder of the revolver, placing a singular bullet into the chamber and spinning it again.
"I will say now that these are not live rounds. These are blanks. They could still do a lot of damage, but I'm hoping that you're fine with that?"
"I am."
"The first one to get a blank loses."
"Of course."
"I will say, I didn't make these live rounds for a reason. I feel that your resolve is enough in this competition. You put your life on the line. That is impressive, I admire that. So I will take something equivalent to your life. I will take that resolve of yours and your friend with it."
"Who's starting first?"
"That confidence..." For the first time during these Games, Kahn smiled. "Let's spin it then." Kahn placed the gun onto the table, right between both Chance and him, before spinning it. "Whoever it lands on will fire." The revolver spun for a moment before landing on Kahn. he picked it up, placing it against the side of his skull before pulling the trigger, hearing an audible click, in response. Kahn doesn't add another round to the chamber just yet, just spinning it once more.
The revolver spun in place for a moment before slowing down, almost landing on Kahn before drifting over to point at Chance. He picked up the gun, placing it against his head. Chance observed the crowd's tension, looking to Victor, who stared at Chance in desperation, hands firmly clasped together. Chance then pressed his finger down onto the trigger.
Click!
He placed the revolver back down on the table. Kahn spun it once more, the revolver once again landing on him. He picked it up, placing it against his temple, and once again, only the sound of a click could be heard. This time, Kahn released the cylinder to add another round. He spun the chamber, flicking his wrist to re-lock the cylinder into place. Kahn placed the gun back onto the table, spinning it.
The revolver landed back onto him, grabbing it quickly in response and putting it against his temple, looking Chance straight in the eyes, who waited with bated breath.
Click!
"Let's bring down the amount of spins per round to two." Kahn spun the revolver again. One, two, three, four, five, six spins had passed before landing back onto Chance. He took the revolver, feeling the weight within his grasp, and he placed the revolver against his temple.
Chance took a deep breath. "Y'know... I live for stuff like this. Why do you think my boy brought me along?"
"Don't know about your life... but I'm happy that there seems to be one similar to myself."
Chance shook his head. "We aren't similar." Click! A hollow chamber. He placed the gun back onto the table.
"What makes you say that?" Kahn asked as he put another round into the gun's chamber, spinning it, and then shutting it like before. Slowly bringing the revolver back down onto the table, waiting for an answer.
"Spin the revolver."
Kahn spun the revolver as he was asked. "What makes you say that we aren't similar?"
Chance observed Kahn's posture, once again scanning his surroundings as the gun continued to spin. The gun landed back onto Kahn, who quickly took the gun into his grasp and pulled the trigger, placing it back down onto the table.
"You've been ignoring my question."
Chance groaned, leaning back into his seat. "Hey, man..."
Kahn spun the gun once again. "I just want my question to be answered. So... can you answer it?"
"Oh mygod! Let it the fuck go! I didn't answer your fuckass question because I didn't want to~! Okay!?" The gun landed back onto Kahn.
Kahn took the gun, visibly disappointed as it clicked against his skull, opening the chamber and putting another round in, totalling four. "Did my question frustrate you that much?"
"I don't have to give you the satisfaction of answering your dumbfuck question, dude. I'm not like you! Simple as! What's so hard to understand?"
"One spin per round now."
"Finally, talkin' my language." The gun spun for a moment before landing on Chance. He grabbed it, wrapping his fingers around the grip of the weapon, white-knuckling it. "Four..." He chuckled. "Pretty risky now."
Kahn sighed. "I just want to know why we aren't alike. It appears we both like putting our lives on the line. We like to gamble, we like to play on the edge! What is not similar about--"
Click! Chance placed the gun back onto the table. "You think that cause of that alone, that we're similar?"
Kahn took the revolver back, releasing the cylinder and placing another round into the chamber, spinning it and locking it back in with a flick of the wrist. "Onto the final stretch. There are five rounds. It'll be unlikely that anyone who would get this weapon next would be able to succeed, no?"
"You know what I hate about you?"
Kahn spun the revolver. "What, that I remind you of yourself? Maybe you're in denial. It's unbecoming of someone who walks on the tight rope of death like ourselves."
"Do you think you're provoking me by doing this?"
The revolver was pointed at Kahn. He hesitantly grabbed the grip of the revolver. "Might lose here..."
Chance stared for a moment as Kahn slowly brought the revolver to his temple. Chance leaned in, taking out a dried apricot. He chomped down on it, making an audible crack as he bit into it. Kahn looked straight into Chance's eyes as he was about to pull the trigger on himself. Chance smiled. "You're a liar, aren't you?"
Click!
Kahn was so shocked by Kahn's statement that he didn't even consider that he had won the last round, making it a draw between the two of them. Kahn looked at the revolver with confusion, almost as if realizing he had made a mistake.
"That's the difference between us, and it's why I hate you. You're a liar."
"What did you do?"
"You lie, and you take. You take things while I steal. There is a fundamental difference in my opinion. Stealing is out of necessity, while taking... leads to the pathetic mess I'm lookin' at today."
"How...? I..." Kahn broke into laughter, hand on his face, evolving into hysterics.
"We aren't alike. You never were even on my level."
"I do wonder." Kahn pointed the gun at Chance. "They were live rounds, I lied. I cheated as well. Magnets are a hell of a thing."
"You'd make it the second guy I'd have met today that used magnets to cheat."
"It was small, just had to direct it into the right place as I spun the revolver, plus, there was an obvious tell in the sound in which was hollow, and which chamber wasn't. Was that why you were so confident?"
"I've never handled a revolver once in my entire life."
"You... you're crazy."
"I never lie."
Kahn loaded the revolver with all six rounds. "You threw me off my game."
"I was thinking as to why you were doin' this, y'know? I thought, and thought, wondering why you were doing these games. At first, I just thought you were a more self-sacrificial sort looking for the right guy like some sort of movie mentor character, but that ain't it in the slightest. I saw the markings on those fucks surroundin' us. It wasn't just Victor, was it?"
All of the men that surrounded the table had various marks across their bodies, scars, either by dismemberment or through some sort of haphazard surgery.
"Do you frame your question on what we value the most in that way for a reason?"
Victor swallowed hard. "So... we predicted it."
"He had a Boon."
Kahn smiled. "So you know what Boons are... Impressive." He pressed the iron sight of his gun against his forehead. "But you're outnumbered." The men surrounding the table all pull out guns of their own, pointing them at the two. "How do you think now one has tried to rob me yet?"
"It's because they didn't have the balls."
"It's also because the briefcase has two conditions. The user either has to die... or the user must lose in a game against another person to hand the case over."
"Interesting rule."
Victor leaned toward Chance. "Oh... we're fucked, dude."
Kahn tapped against his head with the gun in his hand. "What did you do with the gun?"
"What did I do? I didn't do shit."
"Figured, you're honest like that. Glad you didn't." Kahn whipped his arm out.
POP! Victor's head whipped to the side, the shot not killing him instantly as a viscous stream of blood flew out from his head. He stumbled back, head leaning forward as crimson leaked from his skull before falling limp to the ground. Chance's eyes widened as his friend's brain matter leaked across the ground, eyes twitching while processing the situation they were in.
"That's that." Kahn shifted the revolver over to Chance's head. "I'm never playin' fair."
"Fuck... man... that sucks." Chance sighed at his friend's death, and he paused. "Starboy."
In the blink of an eye, a humanoid being with shell-shaped eyes, round modules on the side of its head connected to two antennae pointed toward the mouth, a poncho resting over its shoulders, pants frayed outward, beads running down its sides, star iconography covering its entire body, similarly to Chance; appeared before them all. It quickly struck the gun in front of it before slamming a fist against the table below them, causing it to explode.
The gang members under Kahn's control attempt to fire at Chance, who had slipped under their legs. In the split second that the table exploded, the gun in Kahn's hand flew out from within his grasp and over to where the destroyed table's remains sat.
The men spin around, some of them attempting to get the shrapnel off the table out of their bodies, and begin firing back at Chance, who slipped from under one of their arms. Striking them with Starboy. "I can't see!" Eyes suddenly gone, the flail wildly as he slips under another person, striking them, their eyes looking almost as if they were about to explode, blood pouring from their face as the other man is sent cascading into his comrade.
The stray shots scatter blindly into the group, forcing them to spread out. During the chaos, Chance stole a gun, handing it over to his Boon as it quickly dismantled it, running up the beach away from Kahn.
Kahn, in a rage, grabbed his revolver again, chasing Chance up the pier. Kahn made it up to the nearby parking lot, rounding the corner and up onto the docks.
Chance propped himself up against a wall, Kahn noticing him at the last second as a gun with a star shape set on the side of the weapon is leveled at Kahn. "W-Wait." Chance fired multiple shots into the man's body. He attempted to jump away as each bullet dug into Kahn's flesh.
He fell to the ground, bleeding out, crimson bubbling at his lips as his bloodshot eyes looked up at Chance's approaching form. "God, buddy, you've seen better days." Chance sighed, "That's what ya get, I suppose. Look, look, pity me, alright~? This is just self-defense~."
A look of pure rage sat within Kahn's gaze as he attempted to lift his gun, his grip slowly loosening as he lost feeling in his right arm.
"Plus, Stolen Valor. Pretty big offense in my opinion. Anyhow." Chance grabbed the case, but before pulling it away from Kahn, he remembered something. "Oh, yeah. I have to kill ya, right?" Starboy reappeared, slowly leaning in toward the dying Kahn. "Smash his skull in for me." Starboy reeled an arm back, slamming it into Kahn's head. His body stiffened in response before the Boon repeated the action, finger slowly unlocking itself around the handle of the case as Kahn's face became more and more unrecognizable, the deck stained in red. "You get what you deserve, y'know?"
Chance ripped the case away from Kahn's grasp, and a wry grin spread across his face.
"Might as well get filthy rich while I have this, no? Where'd they say I had to go again? Brazil?"