He removed the hood after putting me in a chair. There was a table in front of me and he was sitting on the other side. "The day of reckoning is here." I didn't respond, just stared at him.
He broke into his speech about teaming up again. About wanting to find his sister. He even said something about seeing me as a brother. I didn't even acknowledge any of what he was saying.
"You know what, Carter, let's play a little game." He set a bottle of whiskey and my revolver on the table between us. He followed it with two glasses and filled them. "Six cylinders. All filled. Five with casings, one with your magic bullet that can kill you and might kill me. The game is simple, take a drink, pull the trigger. No cheating."
"I don't drink." - Me
"Oh, you don't? You afraid it'll kill you?" He laughed at his own joke. "You might as well enjoy what may be your last moments on this planet." He saw that I wasn't convinced. "Here, I'll go first."
He took a drink, put the revolver to his head, and pulled the trigger.
He put the revolver next to my hands and pushed over a drink.
I stared at him for a while. "Either you play along, or I'll take it back and pull the trigger until it goes bang." He shrugged. "Your choice." I reached for the gun. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
I drank the whiskey then picked up the revolver. I put it to my head. Time seemed to slow at that moment. I thought of everything that brought me to this moment. I thought of everyone who I knew. Everyone from my family and S to Med and all of you.
I threw the gun down. Cal laughed. "See? Not so hard. It's easy to play along. You know, that's what She liked about you, Carter. She was always talking about how useful you were, how accommodating." He took another drink and trigger pull.
"You know what else, Carter. She was scared of you. And with that kind of fear, if we had teamed up like I offered, we could've gone far."
I didn't answer, just took my drink and picked up the revolver.
Cal smiled. We both knew: only two left. "And then there's Sam. I never understood that, Carter. What did she ever..." He took another drink and pulled the trigger.
His body fell to the floor. I froze. I must have sat there for hours, he didn't move.
I hesitantly got up and checked, no pulse. Which, to be fair, was expected. It's how it tends to work for me. The thing that was different was that the hole was still there. I remember him healing extremely fast. It had been a few hours, so if he wasn't up yet, he wouldn't be getting up. Ever.
I sat back down and finished my glass. Then I contacted Med. She seemed pretty surprised, but I needed to get to somewhere safer.
That was last night. Med kinda chewed me out over it. It wasn't terrible, it was more worried than anything else. My head's still pounding. At least Med was kind enough to hold out on the serious talking-to until after I had some sleep. There was also some water.
So, lessons learned:
- Dark alleyways are not your friends.
- Cal is dead.
- I no longer have an Archangel bullet in my possession. (See point #2)
- We all have expiration dates, some are sooner than others.
- Hangovers suck.
- And, lastly, I think I know why I had my policy of "I don't drink" (See the previous point)