Microft Griffin, otherwise known as Dj Crypt1c, was standing on the stage of one of the biggest venues he would ever play. The Last Resort was the biggest music joint in Everdine, and Microft was becoming more popular after every show.
"How are you tonight?" he bellowed into his mic. Loud melodic keyboards cued behind his voice. "I CAN'T HERE YOU!!!" he screamed louder.
The music picked up the pace, the drop seconds away. "Gimme everything you got! 1.2.3! Put ya hands in the-" the door to get into the performance was burst open. Two men walked in, a shotgun in each man's hands. They stood where they were the bright light of the lobby filling the room.
"Guys," Microft uttered, "this isn't a very funny joke. Put the guns down." the men didn't put the guns down. Instead they cocked them and moved through the crowd, who parted like the red Sea reenacted. Microft was a mouse caught in a trap. The men weren't kidding, if he wasn't careful they may kill somebody. Then Microft realized what there plan was. They were making their way to his wife. The duo was either going to kill or kidnap his wife. "No! Stand where you are." Microft struggled to say it. He didn't know what he was doing, but he ran towards the group of men.
"Piper, run!" he shoved her before the men reached her. The last things he saw was one of the men firing his gun at him. Microft looked down. To his horror a hole had formed in his stomach and blood was slowly leaving it. The men moved towards Piper knocking her out with a quick stroke of the gun across her head. "Why?" Microft whimpered before falling over and going unconscious. The doors shut and darkness drowned the room.
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Russian Roulette
Science FictionThe lights, the smoke the people, that's what kept the beat alive in the local dj Crypt1c. He was becoming evermore popular in his small city of Everdine. He had a great deal with his record label a family and money. His life couldn't get any better...
