Sep 8, 2022
Empty Chambers
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"With his right thumb, he made the cylinder spin again before clasping the gun back together and pressing the barrel against his temple.
A game.
He had been sceptical at first. For surely that was a stupid game. His stomach would always quiver whenever his friends would pretend to play it – because more often than not, they were only pretending.
Now, now, things had changed. He had learnt how to appreciate the subtleties of it. The odds, the hazards."
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On one of those nights again, Alec plays Russian roulette.