Snake Eyes

Making lemonade out of lemons is easier said than done...

I'm not exactly sure how to generate a good story out of this, but my creativity tank is going to be very low after this ;)

For Flynn, the mornings were always for chopping wood.

The Electricity Distribution Company could never be trusted to ensure that these remote areas got any power, so it was up to him to get some wood to run his charcoal-powered generator. At least it would provide him a few hundred watts of electricity.

He took a gulp out of his little flask as he left the cottage. There was nothing like some strong black coffee in the morning to sharpen his nerves as he tread upon his most used path for the past five years. His hand were manning the barrow, but his right arm was fully prepared to reach for the revolver in his hand-crafted holster in case of savage beasts of the wild, or humans who acted like savage beasts.

And then there was a sob.

He gripped his revolver even harder as his senses heightened., These were supposed to be unoccupied woods. He hadn't seen another human being here for the past year. He cautiously moved towards the direction of the noise until he could see what was going on. It was a lady lying on the rocks as two men stood before her.

"Please..." the lady sobbed.

"Vanessa, you were the most special in his collection. You belong to Dmitri. How do you think he is going to feel?" one of the men asked. He seemed to be the leader and scratched his overgrown red beard every now and then.

"I don't belong to anyone! I need o be..."

"Shut up!" Red Beard shouted, kicking her in the belly.

"Ivan! Remember we're supposed to bring her back in good condition!" his partner said. Both men were at least six feet tall, and spoke with thick Russian accents.

"I know, Vlad." he said, obviously pissed at having his fun ruined. He turned back to the lady "You're lucky Dmitri is still this lenient after your escape attempt."

The one called Vlad carried the woman without much effort, despite her kicking and screaming. They both made for the SUV behind the, and they were off almost immediately.

To act or not to act, that was the question on Flynn's mind. Getting involved in such situations was always risky, and he didn't want to bump in. He'd been in these woods since he was born, and he'd seen a lot of animals kill one another.

Why should such a situation bother him?

But his curiosity got the better of him, and he made his way to the site of the encounter. Just looking. Nothing more. He was not going to get any more involved...

There was a card lying on the rocks. D's Casino and Bar, it read. D for Dmitri probably. This was definitely a call to action. Why? Why did he come here?

He abandoned the wood chopping expedition and went back to his cottage. No matter how hard he tried, he could not overlook this. Maybe it was because she was a damsel in distress, or he had a hyperactive conscience, but today was a day to act the hero. He took out his two revolvers, the most treasured gift from his father, and oiled them. He filled them with ammunition, and took some more as backup, because he had no idea who he was facing and how many they were.

When he got to D's Casino and Pub, it was 7:00pm. Luckily for him, security did not have a strip-and-search policy before entry. This confirmed his thoughts that this place was a sleazy tavern where men of the underworld gathered to do a lot of illegal activities, so there was no need to search anyway.

He had to blend in. It wasn't like 'Hi. I'm here to save a girl that belongs to the boss of this place' was a bad idea, but his head looked better without bullet holes in it. He sat down at a random table and looked at the game being played.

Russian Roulette.

How poetic. A game that was tailored towards his current situation.

He started with 50 dollars. The idea was not to look too out of place. At the end, he won a thousand dollars. He decided to portray the image of a greedy player trying to change his life and put in the entire prize money, hoping to lose it all.

He won 6513 dollars. He might as well have worn an orange suit into the bar.

"You have amazing luck!" a thick Russian accent said behind him. "If you want, there's a VIP Section back there."

He turned to see a man in a three peace suit point at a silver colored door.

"Who are you?" he asked, trying to sound tough.

"Ah, you must be a newcomer. I'm Dmitri and I own this place."

"Okay. Well I'm feeling lucky today, so maybe I'll try the VIP section."

A sly smile formed on Dmitri's lips as he mouthed "Okay."

They both entered the room and began a game of cards. In the corner was the lady from the morning encounter. Was it just him, or did her eyes light up as she saw him?

Dmitri looked at him and said"If I win, I get all your profits from past games."

He looked at Dmitri with narrowed eyes. "You drive a hard bargain. If I win I get your girl there." He said.

Dmitri flinched. "She's not..."

"Neither are my hard earned profits." Flynn countered.

Dmitri was visibly shaken, but started to deal the cards. Flynn brought his gun out of his socks and placed them on his lap. A quick glance around him revealed that there was a working security camera in the room, but it did not have a good angle on him.

The game was intense but quick and soon they were both down to two cards. Dmitri smiled. "I guess luck has to run out eventually" he said, dropping the King and Queen of hearts on the table and reaching for Flynn's money.

'I couldn't agree more" Flynn said, dropping two aces on the table. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Flynn held out his hand for the lady.

"Krovavyy durak!"(Bloody Fool!) Dmitri screamed, pulling out a pistol as he took careful aim at Flynn and pulled the trigger.

The gun wasn't loaded.

"You were right on one thing", Flynn said, pulling out his gun. The lady rushed to his side. "I do have great luck..."

The lights went out. The Electricity Distribution Company could never be trusted to ensure that these remote areas got any power. And someone clearly did not have a charcoal-powered generator.

"...and that's because I'm Irish." he said, pulling the trigger twice.

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I decided to leave this one unfinished. You can use your imagination here, I'm waiting to see your opinions in the comments.