[ WP ] A game of Russian Roulette between two terminally ill people .

It felt like an irony. He tempted and escaped death so many times, and now she was right behind him. He could feel her breathing in his neck, waiting for his last breath. 
 
 -Tails. 
 
 The man in front of him flipped the coin. 
 
 -Tails it is, you choose. 
 
 -I'll start. You know, I've played this game 5 times before. Ca n't say it was n't worth the money -he said, trying not to cough-. 
 
 -Ha! And look at you now. That's what you get when you're so lucky, death does n't like people getting away. 
 
 He looked at his partner silently before putting the gun on his head. 
 
 *Click*. 
 
 He passed the gun over to the dying man, who did the exact same thing. 
 
 *Click*. 
 
 -Looks like you have some luck too. Kind of late, though -he said while taking the gun again-. 
 
 *Click*. 
 
 This time none of them pronounced a word, he just handed the gun. Three attempts left. Would this be his 6th victory? 
 
 *Click*. 
 
 The trigger sound was accompanied by a boisterous noise this time. He saw, almost in slow motion, the explosion of blood coming from the man's head. 
 
 He leaned over and took the gun from the dead body. He was so ill, the corpse looked like it has been dead for hours. 
 
 -You were right, my friend. I've been lucky. I've been lucky and death wants me to pay now -he told his dead contrincant as he loaded another bullet into the chamber-. 
 
 -But it's not up to her to choose, you know. She ca n't take me when *she* wants. And I'm going to leave her with bitterness for one last time. 
 
 *Click*.
