Prologue
*Author's POV*
In the outskirts of a city within the Okayama Prefecture , there lies a house that lives within it three people. A man, a woman, and a child. They are currently in the middle of something.
*POW*
*POW*
*POW*
Oh lets just watch...
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*3'rd POV*
The man was currently hitting the child with his fists. The woman was currently making dinner. You can see the anger the man is showing as you can see the veins on his head. Every punch had the strength that should not be used on a seven year old child. As the man was causing harm to the boy, he was berating him while doing it.
"I told you to get 5 pieces of firewood. Why did you only bring 3? Huh?"
*POW*
*POW*
"Where's the rest of the firewood, brat?"
*POW*
*POW*
"It was too heavy to carry all of them, I'll go get the rest."
"Don't beat him too much, he still needs energy to get some more wood or we'll be cold tonight.
The boy had to struggle to get up from the ground that he would always call his bed. The boy was used to it...the punches....the pain. These were his loving parents. Well not anymore. This had started when he was just five years old.
One day, his father had came home very drunk. Talking about how he lost his job and decide to take it out on his wife and kid. For seven months, we was the target of abuse, mostly the wife. The kid had come scared of his father...no...the man that was currently hurting him. The eight month, the woman had stopped being the prey and became the predator as she joined the man in beating the child.
Two years...For two years, the kid had to endure the pain and the betrayal he had received from his parents. He is forced to do almost every task within the house while the man lazed around on the couch drunk and/or sleep. The woman had almost always brought a different man into the house. Sometimes the same man. They had always left the house while giving her money.
Back to the Present
As the boy was returning home while he was dragging along the three pieces of wood, it was already 9 at night. Now you must be asking, why didn't the child just run away from the home. This is due to many reasons. One reason is that the house is in the woods. He doesn't really know how get to the city. But the real reason he doesn't run away is because he still has the memories he has with the family he used to have.
As he opened the door, he was met with a gun pointed at his face. The boy instinctively dropped the rope carrying the wood and decided to look up to see was pointed a gun at him.
His first thought that it was his father finally deciding to get rid of him. But his thoughts were wrong as he looked up to see a man wearing a brown suit with spiked up black hair.
"Well, well, well. It seems we have a little boy doing a man's job."
The man turned around to see his father and looked at him with smile and laugh.
"Aren't you father of the year. I guess you got to start him out early."
"Why don't you go see with your mommy and daddy, boy?
He showed the child a menacing grin. The boy was terrified but also felt a sense of relief thinking he wont get beat again tonight. He sat with his parents tied up at the dining table.
"Oh, its seems you was cooking a wonderful dinner. What were you making? Its smells absolute delicious and at the same time down right horrendous."
The man was looking at the woman asking a genuine question, hoping to get an answer out of her.
"Please let us go. We'll give you whatever you want."
The mother pleaded to the man. Ready to meet his demands.
"Shut up woman. I am not giving up my liquor."
The father yelled at her while being as stubborn even when he is sober.
"How about you stop worrying about your damn liquor and focus on getting out of this, Hosen."
"Shut your damn mouth, you whore."
"At least I have a source of income, you no-good bum."
The 'couple' was going back and forth yelling about each other telling their faults. As they were bickering, the man asked me a question.
"Are they always like this?
The boy responded the man because he is used to it. But was still frightened by the atmosphere.
"Only when they're not beating me"
"Hmm. Sounds like a pain. Anyways..."
*BANG*
*BANG*
And everything went quiet. The fighting stopped. We all looked the man waiting for him to talk.
"Now it seems you guys have some issues you need to work on. But.."
The man sounding very enthusiastic.
"I decided that might not happen. So lets play a little game."
The man grinning again. He opens the chamber of his revolver. Letting out every bullet except one. He then places two more bullets on the table.
"This game is called Russian Roulette. Whoever gets shot first loses. We will play this three times. So only one person leaves this place."
"Why are you doing this?" The boy asked expecting answer out of him.
"Why? You asked. Its simple really. I love this game. My record is 367-0. I want to be a winner in life." The man telling them as if its his life's dream.
"One thing you got to learn in life kid, is that winning is so much better than losing. Becoming a loser means you have failed and if you don't want to be a failure then win." The man spun the chamber so fast, you can hear it. He then slapped it back into the
"Now let's begin. Me first." He then pointed the gun ate his temple and then.
*CLICK*
"That's one"
The man then pointed at the father.
*CLICK*
"That's two. Aren't you lucky"
"Shut up, you clown."
*CLICK*
The shot the women but was fortunate that it was empty. The woman was breathing heavily. Thinking got she was about to die.
"Next" And the gun was pointed at the kid. You can see a drop of sweat going down his face.
*CLICK*
"Two more left." The man pointed at his own head again and pulled the trigger.
*CLICK*
"Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha. This is the 87 time the bullet was in the last chamber. Any last word, big guy?"
"Don't touch my liquor, you piece of sh.."
*BANG*
"One down, two to go." He then place another bullet in chamber and spun it again. Pointed at himself.
*CLICK*
The man pointed at the woman again.
"Please I'll let you fuck me. Please let me live. I'll let you do whatever want *Cough* for a reasonable price."
*BANG*
"Current record 369-0. Let's go for 370."
Final bullet in chamber. One final spin. This decides who lives, who dies. The man pointed at the boy first this time.
*CLICK*
The boy flinched.
"So, kid?" Pointed the gun at himself.
*CLICK*
"What's you going to do if you win?" Pointed at the kid.
"I don't know."
*CLICK*
"But aren't you happy no one is going to hurt you anymore." Pointed at himself.
*CLICK*
"I should be and I am. It's just that I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life."
"Well the rest of your life depends on the last two turns." Points at the kid.
"This will decide if you even have a life." The man slowly pulled the trigger. The boy closed his eyes waiting for the outcome.
*CLICK*
"Well kid, it seems you have won the game." Points at himself
"Wait what am I suppose to do now? Tell me." The boy asking for someone to tell him what to do.
"Its simple really, win and never lose."
*BANG*
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