Russian Roulette is a game no one should play. It's a very risky game that causes fatal damage and you would be dumb to even consider playing a game as fatal as that.

A group of four friends were sitting at a table, their eyes set on a pistol which was loaded with just one bullet. One of the friends suggested to play the game while another said it was a bad idea. They should've listened to the other person from the beginning.

"Are you sure we should do this?" A blonde haired girl said, her heart pounding against her rib-cage.

"I want my money," One of the boys growled. "So yes, we should do this. Whoever wins, gets out of here and leaves with the money."

"And how do you know you're gonna win, Nate?"

"There's only one bullet, so it's only going to take one of us out. I'm sure I won't be the unlucky one." Nate assumed.

"So one of us is actually going to get killed?" One of the girls said in shock.

"Well, that's the way the game works, Rachel." Nate had a devious look on the brown-haired girl, Rachel.

She shook her head in panic. "No, I refuse to die over some money!" She shouted, now beginning to get up. The blonde girl, Sabrina and the brown haired male, Justin, panicked as well and both got up to leave too.

"Sit down!" Nate shouted, his hand slamming on the table in absolute anger. Their eyes instantly fell on him. Nate was crazy if he actually wanted to go through with such a game.

"If you guys don't sit down, I will kill you myself." He threatened. That was insane talk coming out of him and they knew that there was something obviously off about him.

Rachel spoke up, "Russian Roulette is a chance at getting killed anyway. So why threaten us?"

He smirked deviously. "Because none of you know who is going to be dead. You're all already chickening out, thinking it's gonna be you when really, you don't know who it's gonna be."

"And what if it's you, Nate?" Justin spoke.

Nate narrowed his eyes on Justin, finding his assumption a bit absurd. "I'm a survivor, but I doubt I would be the unlucky one. It's gonna be one of you."

They all stood quiet and Nate lowered his voice, "Now sit." He demanded.

They all looked at one another for a brief moment before looking back at their insane friend and sat down at the table.

Nate smiled, being the only one excited about the game. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't be excited about this game because they knew that game could put their life on the line.

Everyone sat there quietly as Nate spinned the chamber, a bullet already inserted in the revolver. "I'll go first," he insisted. He could feel their eyes on him as he brought the revolver up to the side of his head. He had a smirk on his face, like he knew he was wasn't going to die. When he pulled the trigger, nothing came out and that evil smirk was still playing on his face. "Rachel," he looked over at her. "It's your turn." He handed her the revolver since she was sitting on the left side of him.

She nervously grabbed it from his hand, feeling Sabrina and Justin's worried look on her. She didn't want to do this, but it looks like she had no other choice. As she brought the revolver up to the side of her head, she closed her eyes shut as fear consumed her. Warm tears fell from her eyes while her heart pounded against her rib-cage. As she nervously pulled the trigger, she could've sworn she died, but she didn't.

"It's my turn, Rachel." Justin whispered. She slowly pulled the revolver down and handed it to Justin. She was relieved she was still alive, but she was also worried for Justin's life being on the line as well.

Justin looked somewhat nervous too, but he held a tough attitude as he brought the revolver up to his head. Sabrina and Rachel's heart were both beating for him while Nate just smiled in satisfaction.

Rachel almost flinched when she listened as Justin pulled the trigger, but thankfully God was with him and he didn't die. "I'm okay," he whispered in relief, looking over at Rachel. Rachel smiled and watched as he slowly looked at Sabrina. Nate could tell that was something was obviously going on with Justin and Rachel, so he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Here, Sabrina," Justin said while holding out the revolver for her to take.

She stared at the revolver in rage and snatched it out of his hands. "I can't believe you're making us play this stupid game, Nate!" She shouted.

"It's not stupid if you end up getting money in the end."

Sabrina glared at Nate as she slowly brought the revolver up to her head. "I hope you die, Nate." She said in hatred, but she most definitely meant it.

Nate chuckled at her comment as he watched her nervously pull the trigger. That hard look remained on her face when she realized it didn't go off and Nate groaned when he saw that Sabrina was still alive.

"Here," she shoved the revolver at him.

He licked his lips as he brought the revolver back up to his head. "I'm a survivor, I'm not gonna die, but one of you will." He instantly pulled the trigger and shockingly it went off at him.

Nate's head dropped down on the table as a pool of blood began to pour from his fatal wound. Rachel screamed and Justin and Sabrina's eyes were wide at the scene. They could've sworn one of them was going to die, but instead it had been Nate.

"Get the money," Justin demanded, the only thing he thought of at that moment.

Rachel was still shocked that someone actually died and it was Nate. She just couldn't process the fact that someone actually died right in front of her. It was the worst thing she had ever experienced and she wasn't sure how to go on about this.

"Rachel," Justin repeated.

She slowly looked over at him and saw that he was looking at her with a panicked look on his face. She slowly narrowed her eyes at the bag behind her that contained a lot of cash inside. She hesitantly grabbed the bag and got up with Justin and Sabrina.

"What do we do now?" Rachel asked, fear still evident in her tone of voice.

"We run," he told her as he grabbed the bag from her hand and rushed towards the door.

"But we can't just leave Nathaniel here!" Rachel shouted. She didn't want to die, but she also didn't want Nate to die. It was his idea to play the game for some money in the first place, but she knew him her whole life and she just wasn't sure of how to cope with the fact that he's actually dead, all because of some stupid game he wanted to play.

"Rachel! He's dead. There's nothing we can do about it." Sabrina told her. "We have to go."

Rachel looked over at him one last time, seeing as blood still left from his fatal would. He did start this whole mess to begin with and he ended up dying in the end, but she just didn't want to leave him there.

She took a moment to stare at him for one last time and then opened her mouth to speak, "Okay," she whispered as she now left out of the room with the money and her friends.

Guess Nate wasn't a survivor after all.