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It was like every other match. The basic timer starts and then surviving for who knows how long. Mafioso was killer this round to everyone else this was normal but more fear inducing. For Chance this was worse than being stuck in this hell hole. Chance and Mafioso not that long ago had gotten into. . Relations to say the least.
It was more or less a one-night stand. Chance only used it as an escape, so he lived for that match. Chance felt nothing for the mafia boss. But it wasn't the same on the other side. Yes, Mafioso used it for stress relief, but he could have done that with anyone if they consented. But he specifically chose Chance because let's just say he was harboring some feelings for the gambler.
Chance has been stuck on Mafioso's mind for a while now and Mafioso was going to show his love this match.
It was eerily silent on Chance's end. It was dead silent, and everyone seemed to have just disappeared. If they were all dead and he was the last man standing, he was going to lose it. Sudden footsteps startled Chance quickly he whipped around pulling out his flintlock he held it at whoever seemed to have walked up behind him.
Chance froze. It was none other than Mafioso. His clothes had blood on them showing a bit darker patch on the black. Chance started to shake and quiver knowing this might, no, is his impending doom.
“Chance.” Mafioso started. It went dead silent, the gambler not uttering a single word. “Chance, I love you.” Chance went still. His eyes pricked with tears he held the gun steadier still having more pointed at Mafioso. “You liar!” Chance slightly shouted, his voice cracking a bit.
This has happened before.
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Itrapped hovered over Chance as Chance's body was slowly drained of life.
“I love you, Chance.” The crowned one grinned sinisterly before stabbing Chance once again ending what was once a “relationship”. Ending what was once a safe place quickly turned rotten.
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“No, no, no, no, no! You don't! You're a dirty liar!” Chance shouted tears streaming down his face. "Your time is up!” With full impulsion Chance pulled the trigger hitting Mafioso's leg causing him to collapse in pain. “In my last words, I love you, Chance” Mafioso said, looking up at the man now towering over him. “You’re determined to die with a lie on your lips!” Another gunshot could be heard. “I love you, Chance”
And with that final sentence Mafioso fell over onto the floor. “Oh god. .” Was all that Chance could mutter out realizing what he had just done. He had killed someone that truly loved him. Someone that LOVED him. Someone that was willing to die with his name on their lips as their last words.
Chance fell down sobbing into his hands as the match ended. The others that were spectating looked at Chance with concern and confusion on what had just happened.
Maybe he doesn't deserve love.