Cherrie: Enough! I don’t want to hear it anymore!

Shane: You didn’t have to be like this. You could’ve found love.

Cherrie: I did. You! You didn’t love me! It was your fault!

Carmen: You can’t make someone that doesn’t love you, love you.

Cherie: I don’t want to hear it anymore. Let’s start our game.

Shane eyed the table. There were two guns. Both disassembled. There was one bullet.

Cherrie: I think you’re familiar with this Shane?

Shane nodded.

Cherrie: Whoever finishes first gets the bullet.

Shane: Deal.

Cherrie: Ready? Go.

Their hands moved like a blur. Carmen stood there listening to the metal tap upon each other. She could see Shane tense as a droplet of sweat rolled down her side. Shane was lacking behind. Carmen saw Cherrie’s hand shoot out for the bullet. Shane moved. Cherre loaded the gun. She was eyeing her target, Carmen. She raised the gun. Shane slammed her body into Cherrie’s.

Shane: Shoot!

Cherrie was so surprised. Carmen shot. She trusted Shane with all her hear. THe bullet went through Shane and into Cherrie. She felt the cold hard metal press into her chest. Cherrie fell over onto the ground. She was holding onto Shane and they were slipping off the semicircle roof.

Carmen: Shane!

Shane had only been his in the shoulder when she was taking a hold of Cherrie. Shane pushed the lifeless Cherrie away from her and grabbed into the side for dear life.

Shane: Carmen!

Carmen ran over trying to grab Shane. She had to be careful. If she wasn’t both of them would be falling to their deaths. If not death, then definitely broke bones. Shane was holding onto the side with one hand. She couldn’t use her other one. It was hurting incredibly. Carmen laid on the side.

Carmen: Give me your hand!

Shane threw her dangling hand overhead to grab Carmen’s hand. When Carmen tugged, Shane groaned.

Carmen: Shane, give me your other hand. You’re going to slip!

Shane: Carmen, let go.

Carmen: No!

Shane: If you don’t let go, both of us are going down.