The Recall Trials

CLICK.

That sound....God, that click, I would remember it for the rest of my life. It was the best sound everrr.

I was alive.

I was fucking alive.

I opened my eyes slowly, my hands still trembling around the cold steel.

Sweat rolled down my back. I let the gun fall from my hands, my fingers twitching as they slipped away from the grip.

Everyone was silent, watching. No one clapped. No one cheered. It was like we were all just waiting to see who would die next.

The masked man slowly picked up the revolver. He placed it back on the tray and spun it again.

The revolver turned.

And turned.

And stopped.