Everything had been leading up to this moment - the last few years, all of Kyle’s tricks. My hand was still trembling as I moved the gun forward until it touched Kyle’s forehead. To be honest, I didn’t know what I would do next.
I was hoping it might come to this. One of us in control of the situation. This is where it gets interesting to me,’ he said. ‘What do you do now?’
Kyle pressed his skull into the gun barrel. ‘Go ahead, Alex. If you kill me like this, then I win. I like that, actually. Suddenly, you’re the murderer.’
I let him talk - the Mastermind, the total control freak.
‘Let me tell you a harsh truth,’he said.’Can you take a little truth?
How much truth can you stand?’
‘Go ahead, enlighten me. I think I can take it, Kyle. I want to hear everything.’
‘Oh, and you shall. What I do ... it’s what all men want to do. I live out their secret fantasies, their nasty little daydreams. I completely control my environment. I don’t live by rules created by my so-called peers. I live a full fantasy life. Everything I do is motivated by self-interest. It’s what everybody wants, trust me on that. So stop being so self-righteous. It irritates the shit out of me.’ I shook my head. ‘I have some news for you. It isn’t what I want, Kyle. It’s a self-centered adolescent’s fantasy.’
‘Oh, spare me the provincial pop psychology. And yes, it is what
you want to do. The chase, the thrill. It’s your life, too. Don’t you see that? Jesus Christ, man. You love the hunt. You love it! You love this!’
We studied each other in the small kitchen for several minutes.  The hatred between us was so obvious now. Then Kyle began to laugh again - he roared. He was laughing at my expense.  ‘You still don’t get it, do you? You’re a fool. You’re so in............