#douchiplier

The sheer amount of alcohol that was consumed that night trumped anything that could come close in comparison.

In the midst of all the chaos, Mark initiated his plan.

The Colonel had just finished assisting Damien with the keg stand, and was considering taking a turn himself, when the host of the party called him over.

“William! Wil,” Mark nudged the Colonel with his elbow, nearly causing him to crash to the ground.

“Donchu call me that,” William insisted. His words sloshed together as his tongue slid and tumbled around his mouth without much coordination. “Only Damien can call me that,” He tripped on his own foot, causing Mark to awkwardly catch him.

Anyone who was sober in the room (so nearly nobody) could tell you that Mark did not want to touch this man. Despite that Mark helped him up and dusted him off. He was certain his “acting skills” could at least convince those in the room who were wasted that he wanted to recover a lost friendship.

The mere thought of repairing anything with this backstabber made Mark want to throw up. But he persisted.

“Alright, William.” Mark chuckled.

William stood up. He teetered a bit, but Mark helped him stand up straight.

“Say,” Mark adjusted the collar of his robe. “What do you think about playing a game with me, old friend?”

William’s dazed eyes glossed over Mark.

“Old friend? Ha! As ifffff,” William’s head wobbled on his neck for a moment.

“That’s just what the game would be about. I want to bring back what we had. I want to…” Mark gritted his teeth together. The only way to do this was to play along with what William wanted. “Apologize.”

William’s eyebrows raised.

“Bully,” He blinked slowly, “I suppose since you’re willing to take the first step towards this friendship, I’ll give it a try.” William was utterly surprised.

“Perfect,” Mark nodded, “Follow me.”

Mark led the Colonel down the steps into the cellar. The Colonel couldn’t make it all the way down without falling over or stumbling. Mark no longer attempted to help. He just let the Colonel look like a klutz.

If this guy is going to kill me, Mark thought, I’m going to make sure I see him in his worst before he sees me in mine.

Mark stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for William to slowly but surely stumble down the steps.

“Okay,” William smiled, “What’s this game?”

“Oh, I do believe you’ll enjoy this one.” Mark smiled back, “It’s similar to the most dangerous.”

Mark put his hand out.

“Hand me your gun.”

“What?”

“I said,” Mark cocked his head to the side, “Hand. Me. Your. Gun.”

William was too drunk to question. He pulled his gun out of his pocket and smacked it into Mark’s hand.

“Now,” Mark began unloading the gun, “This is a game of trust.” He let all of the bullets fall into the palm of his hand. “And I need you to trust me.” Mark dropped all of the remaining bullets, besides one, into one of the Colonel’s pockets. “That way I can trust you again.”

Mark spun it. He spun and spun to a point where he believed William couldn’t tell that he had spun it into a planned position.

“Ready?” Mark asked.

William nodded.

In one swift motion, Mark raised the gun at William’s head and pulled the trigger.

William flew back, terrified of what Mark had just attempted. His unsteadiness and fear combined made him fall onto the floor.

“What did you just do?!” William shouted. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

William grabbed a nearby empty bottle, that must have been what he and the other guests had been drinking, and smashed it against the ground.

“No! Don’t worry. That was just the world’s way of telling you to trust me.” Mark’s shoulders shrugged. “Nothing tells more than a game of Russian Roulette. Now,” Mark handed William back the gun. “Shoot.”

He was ready for this. He had been waiting day after day to ensure that the man who destroyed his life would pay severely.

William held up the gun.

Mark gave one laugh.

“You just need to let me–”

William pulled the trigger.

Mark felt the bullet pound into his chest. He felt his knees dig into the ground. He felt tiny glass shards make their way into his skin. 

Mark had been killed before. It wasn’t the first time he had experienced the sensation.

His mind went to the void, while the Colonel was left to find a way to get rid of the body.

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