Chapter 68 - Chapter 13 The game of luck.

The height of the sun is at its peak, and the man himself is slowly walking on something called as sidewalk. Towering pine trees are on its side, it stood up as the manhimself passes unto it. When suddenly, he stopped. Then he smiled and a loud laughter resonated on such place. He tapped his belly after it and he stood up like a man. He took the revolver on his bag and he went to the nearby chair. He raised it, it was dyed and plated in silver, and the brilliance of the sun was shining on it. Then he played the qtip, and started to talk to himself and he said "What a memory and since I'm at it let's play the lady luck game.". The revolver then was sent on his chin and in just a minute. BANG, it says. Supposedly, however nothing happens. He pressed it once more, and BANG, Supposedly, however there is none. Then once more. Such intense play of revolver almost giving his own life on such play. Yet nothing happens, then he smiled, and he laughed at it. Then he said seriously. "I could still remember how I started to be a lunatic. Lunatic with luck. You see, there is a reason why I love this game.". Then he put the revolver on the chair and he start to set his gaze on the clouds above him. Then his life, a never ending torture in life. He remember how he crawl and bleed and crawl and bleed a lot of times. Them a Man without strength crawl unto the ground, he was so out of strength, out of strength that the numbness and pain even reaches his bone, but he had to crawl, crawl just to survive. The next day he would receive the insult of the crowd and their jeers because of his mere existence. Their brutal execution that made him lunatic. His cry, and grieve and tears in silence. The mixture of laughter and pain as he remember how unfair life is. The blood that runs on his arms for severe bleeding, the never ending downstream of its blood, its sweet texture, his promises and his resolve, his prayer while devoured by pain. The exemption of guilt and crime of those who made him suffer and bleed. Their exemption from their actions and sins. The crowds root towards them, the devil. His life and death experiences. The deaths door, hades genuine domain. The time he shared with hades, the great king of underworld. The gunshots that echoes on them that tortured them day by day. The radio stations, the televised channel who are murdering them with insults. His mediocre life, of being a looser and being hated. The sweet texture of blood, the rejections of the doctors and hospitals. The media's, the televisions, the eyes and the ears. Then he raised the revolver once more and he set it on his mouth. Then BANG, Supposedly but there's none. There's Is only silence. Then he remember how many peopled died after it. He put the revolver down. He looked at the pine tree and the green leaves of it. He looked at the revolver and he said "luck is still with me, despite of me being always with hades and his domain.". He took the revolver once more and he aimed it on the pine tree. He hold it with one hand and "BANG". Pellet flew out of it. Then a hole was sent on the tree and he said "See.". He put the the gun down and he smiled. The silver plated revolver was sent on the chair and he added "My parents life was ruined, because of them. Even mine.'.