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                (Just so you dont see how long it is and hit CANCEL, Let 
me just say that this story is about Russian Roulette, The gun game! ITs 
very good, Read it and see fer yerself)  -Snake

                                       
                                        The Point of No Return

	     "CLICK," that sound; the sound that was like death to me. Every 
time I heard it, the hair on the back of my neck stood up, and goose 
bumps formed all over my body. My head had many thoughts flowing through 
it, yet not a single one was full.  The thought of me falling over on the 
ground with all these people around made me feel embarrassed, but then 
the thought of death entered my brain and I totally forgot about the 
people.  
     The gun, shining in the moonlight, was handed to me.  I looked at it 
for a moment, noticing the shinny black barrel, and the little trigger, 
which was being pressed, ever so lightly, with my fat finger.  I looked 
around at the sign that was posted in this back alley, "Figure it out; 
Life is not a game, Live with it."  This sign, in a very remote way, also 
made me cry.  Nobody rushed me to do anything, or to hurry up and get it 
over with because they were all thinking the same thing, "What if that 
man picks the right, wrong, chamber?"  I knew that�s what they were all 
thinking, I could feel it.  The tension in the air, was like a brick wall 
that wasn�t about to give up its strength and let go.  Oh no, it was 
going to sit there until it was all over. Until the final deed was done, 
then everybody moving around would drive it away.  There was a quicken in 
somebody�s breathing near by, I didn�t know who or why they were scared.  
All I knew was that I should hurry up and get it over with, but the 
sweating of me and everybody else made it very hard for me to pull the 
barrel up.  
     I think it was just my fear, but the revolver that I held in my hand,
 seemed like it weighed 100 pounds.  I finally got the barrel near my 
temple, but my finger was no where near ready to pull the trigger.  The 
sweat on my forehead was dripping down my face like a little waterfall, 
and my opponent in this little game of ours, was, in a way, smirking and 
smiling.  This drove me to the edge.  I had to do it, he was challenging 
me, I knew he would too.  The cold barrel still sitting against my temple,
 just seemed to slowly get colder.  After what seemed like forever, 
really only 2 min, I started the final initiation of this wonderful game. 
 The hammer of the gun slowly pulled back, and every head that was 
watching, watched it go up, farther and farther.  The hammer, finally 
pinned in its place, just sat there like it knew it was going to bring 
death to an average man that didn�t deserve to die, except for the fact 
that I had started doing drugs such as heroine, and a little cocaine 
about a month ago.  I was never the type of guy that went from small 
things and worked up.  I went right for the heavy stuff.  
     The whole world had stopped for me, and I might have stopped for it, 
but I knew that I might pay for that thought.  As my finger dragged the 
trigger away from my head, I closed my eyes tightly. hoping that all of 
this would go away, and I could go get some drugs from the local druggies 
that got me hooked, such as Toby, but he told me never to call him that. 
Wait, Toby died in a shooting some where in one of the alleys near by, 
but I don�t care, I didn�t like him or his drugs very much anyway.  
     The table seemed to spin under me, but right now  I wouldn�t care if 
a large pink elephant jumped up and started singing, because right now it 
was my turn, my turn in life to show who I really am or can be.  I can 
challenge the fear, I can beat it till it doesn�t have a breath left in 
it.  Here it comes, oh my god, here it comes.  Death is among us, one of 
you, all of you are him.  Where is he??!?! I can�t see him, I�m blind, OH 
MY GOD, I�m pulling the trigger. Quick. someone help me, I�m going to DIE.
  	
     "CLICK!!!!" Oh geez that was not what I was expecting, I was sure 
that was going to be it.  I mean, I had already went through, what, like 
two other shots?? Yeah, and my friend, enemy, opponent, whatever, went 
through only one. I had to start it didn�t I, I had to prove that I was 
man enough. "Damn, why did I have to play this kids game." This was a 
thought that repeated over and over in my brain.  Not once did I ever say 
a prayer because I believed that if there was a god, he wouldn�t let me 
die.  I am invincible, the hammer, the bullet, death, couldn�t stop me 
now. 
     "Hahehehahha," I started laughing out loud, kind of like a chuckle 
at first, then to a steady laugh.  Now I don�t know what in god�s name 
possessed me to laugh at a time like this, but, for some remote, insane 
idea, it felt right.  
     I let the gun, that was still in my  hand, slide from me. It wanted 
to be held in another hand and be triggered.  It needed the pain, and 
death to survive.  Like me, I needed the thrill,  the overdose of rage 
and torment.  The gun went from my hand right back to the guy sitting 
across from me.  I had no doubt that this would be it.  It would all be 
over and I would get up, accept the applaud and the recognition. I 
couldn�t wait, it was like the death of a man, in a way, made me stronger,
 and I might want to look into playing this again. 
     In all this glory, a thought rose up from the back of my brain.  
What if I hear the dreaded click noise again.  Then could I walk away 
from this, would I be forced to pull the trigger? I don�t want to, I 
can�t, walk away from this.  I was more powerful than him, I could beat 
death.  "COME GET ME, I�m right here, don�t toy with me, GET IT OVER with.
" was a thought that only repeated itself once.  
     The guy, my opponent for life, was holding the gun against his chin. 
 I think he thought that the traditional way, against the temple, was not 
a challenge.  I mean he was kind of, joking about his life.  I didn�t say 
anything,  the way I looked at him, a way of rage, and wait made him pull 
the trigger.  
     "Click," oh no...OH NO!! Not that, NO I�m invincible, YOU CAN�T Do 
this to me!! Thoughts of fear and rage and everything, rushed through my 
head at once.  I was sure to win. It was my FATE! I was going to be 
applauded and honored, No You won�t take this away from me!  
     My breathing began to grow faster, faster, and faster.  I felt like 
I was being entombed with the fear and the excitement of the watchers.  
Looking at this gun, this wonderful piece of metal, that we,  mankind, 
brought to this earth to kill, and to kill only.  Well, it will serve 
it�s duty to just another man, then it will also cease to exist, due to 
the fact that it will be burned, ALONG side me! I can�t take it, No, GOD, 
you�re just messing with the wrong guy. I will come to you, that is 
certain, but will the faith in all that is, and all that isn�t, still be 
there?!?!? NO!, it won�t.  
     (death, the gun)
     Right then I just realized, "What do I have to fear, What?"
     "HAHAHAHAHA," again I burst out laughing, for the love of god, why 
was I laughing? It was funny this whole thing, I knew I couldn�t die.  I 
knew he was there watching over me.  God? no, the other man, my main man. 
 He told me right then, that he wouldn�t let the bullet kill me. He told 
me that I was special to him, that�s why I could only hear him.  
     "Why the HELL are you laughing," said my worthy opponent.
      I answered that, not only for him, but for the whole world, 
wondering why I was laughing.  I was laughing, because I knew I could win.
  I would be the hero and I would get the recognition.  Me, it was my day.

      "You don�t understand, my young friend (getting a stupid grin on my 
face) I am the god for which I have lived to be.  I was promised savor 
from your bullet.  You will see why I am so special," with that, I left 
him to silence.  
      I wasn�t scared anymore, of anything, for that matter.
      (death, the gun, bloodshed)
     I reached across the table and picked up the gun with my left hand.  
After holding it my left hand for about a minute, I took my other hand 
and grip the shinning revolver in it.  It was about 2:00 am, on a Sun, 
and I was sitting here proving to me, my opponent, and to the world, that 
I was an absolute power.
      With no hesitation at all, I picked the gun up and put it to my 
right temple. My eyes were directly pointed at him. HIM! I wanted him to 
see, and all the rest! They must know me, and my power!  Their seem to be 
a rush in my body, one for which I have never felt.  One so powerful, 
that I almost fell off the steel chair that I was sitting on.  
     (death, the gun, bloodshed, suicide)
"You are about to see the truth," I was rambling on like a weird 
psychotic but I felt like I could, and would, take the world, and smash 
it!  
     I just looked, stared at him.
     (death, the gun, bloodshed, suicide, the devil)
     "Here I come," I said silently enough, that only my friend, enemy, 
sitting across from me, could hear.  
     Just like I wanted to die, I cocked the hammer back.  
     "Click," it was in place, IT WAS IN PLACE!  "Here I come," I 
repeated again to myself.
     I slowly, actually pretty fast, pulled that trigger.  I felt the 
metal, the air, the space, the eternity of time.  I felt it all.  The 
rush was too much.
     I pulled it.
     (discharge)			
                                                                          
          �Snake

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