The Boogie Man [Damen]

Cassius calmly listened to the boy, who actually didn't try throwing his weight around. He merely stated why he was here, which Cassius already knew, and attempted to predict what Cassius would do to him.

"Oh Trace, I think you and I both know that we won't be friends," Cassius grabbed Trace's chin forcing the boy to look at his face. "I don't want to beat you Trace. I want to play a game."

...although I don't play fair.

"It's simple really," Cassius took his hand away, placing it behind his back. "There aren't any rules and you don't have to do anything but watch and wait. And perhaps have a bit of luck."

Cassius couldn't keep the grin from spreading across his face. This was his kind of game.

Cassius grinned as Trace accepted his game.

"Well Trace, I don't think they'd let children play my game," Cassius said turning and walking back to the wall that held the mirror. "Then again you are a child, aren't you? So I guess kids can play my games. So that is your bet? You will get your sleep as sure as there is a nose on your face. If I win... well you'll know what my bet was."

Cassius slid his hand into his pocket and fished for Laurena's handle. Gripping ti he pulled it out, letting Trace get a good look at it.

"Ever seen one of these before Trace?" Cassius held it up to the light, letting the pistol's metal catch the light. "This is going to be our board in this game."

Cassius reached into his jacket pocket and retracted a single bullet, pinched between his thumb and right forefinger.

"And this is the die."

Cassius grinned, stepping forward to hand Trace the pistol. However in stead of handing it to him, Cassius struck the boy's hand with the gun's handle making an audible smacking noise.

"Silly criminals to do not touch Peacekeeper's guns," Cassius said, his face no longer held a smirk but a deadly gaze directed at Trace. Cassius took a step back and slipped the bullet into a place in the cylinder. Making eye contact with Trace he spun the pistol's part without even looking and snapped it into place.

"Now Trace, this is how my game works," Cassius said, still straight faced. Cassius walked over so he was standing next to Trace. He held the gun up so its barrel was touching Trace's skull.

"Well Trace you'll get your sleep no matter what happens," Cassius said, he shoved the gun harder into the side of the boy's head.

"3"

Counting down is always a good tool to use.

"2"

Hmm maybe this shot holds the bullet after all.

"1"

Only one way to find out.


Click.

Cassius smirked, pulling the gun away and looking at Trace.
"Silly boy, you still don't understand my game do you?" Cassius gripped the boy's wrist and leaned his weight onto it, crushing the limb and letting his feet have a rest. "I'm not crazy enough to point this beauty at myself, on no."

Cassius stood up straight and walked to Trace's other side. The Peacekeeper took aim at the boy's shoulder.
"However I am crazy enough to point it at you," Without a pause or hesitation to prepare Trace, Cassius fired. It wasn't a simple click but an actual shot. The bullet exited the gun, the sound echoed in Cassius' ears as the object hit Trace.

The blood started and Cassius eyes widened, his hands still on the gun, still pointed at the boy. Oh, this was a nice feeling to have back.