My late night Omegle adventure...

Stranger 1: Can I just beat them with the table?

Stranger 2: Table

Stranger 2: DAMN IT

Stranger 1: Like, seriously.

Stranger 2: We're both too clever

Stranger 2: Oh wait.

Stranger 2: "Hey, I'm Will, nice to meet you."

Stranger 1: Ohhh, it is lovely to meet you as well. You may call me Brittany - if you wish.

Stranger 1: But damn - smart move, there.

Stranger 2: Yeah

Stranger 2: Well, it would be my pleasure Brittany

Stranger 2: I'm afraid I don't remember how I got here

Stranger 2: Do you, by chance?

Stranger 1: I'd pull a Doctor Who reference, but I'm afraid it would annoy you. So I'll settle with "No, I am afraid not, sir."

Stranger 2: "That's a shame, looks like we'll have to break out of here, clearly we're being held against our will.

Stranger 2: You a crackshot or a knife fighter?"

Stranger 2: I ask, pointing out the gun, and then the knife in turn.

Stranger 1: "...Long range seems to suit better. With that said, the pistol would be my first choice. Unless of course, you'd already been eyeing it?"

Stranger 2: "I was, but please feel free."

Stranger 2: I advance and take the knife, slowly.

Stranger 2: "I'm a man, so I'm probably better fit for up and close fighting, is the gun loaded?" I ask, stepping away form the table, large knife in hand.

Stranger 1: Checking the cartridge, I nod. "Mostly. Not full, of course, which is a little unnerving, but it'll have to do. So - any plans yet?"

Stranger 2: Well, the way we came in I guess.

Stranger 2: "My or your door."

Stranger 2: "Won't make much difference."

Stranger 1: "Wouldn't someone be an idiot not to lock those? Still, it doesn't hurt to check, I guess..." It opens easily. "Or not. I think the 'ladies first' rule should be revoked here~"

Stranger 2: I smirk, "I'll take up the front, you cover me." I say matter of factly, knowing she knows the plan as well as I do.

Stranger 2: I open the door just enough to walk through, and slip in, peeking around both corners, empty.

Stranger 2: One ends quickly, the other leads off to a quick corner, I make my way for the wall.

Stranger 2: Pearing around the corner, I see one armed guard, rifle in hand.

Stranger 2: He is wearing a full white garb, the same colour as the walls, a sharp contrast to the gray of the room.

Stranger 1: "So chivalry isn't completely dead yet. Shocking." I mutter, side pressed to the wall. Following after him doesn't take much, but it doesn't hurt to be careful.
Glancing around the surroundings, it appears to be void of any life.
Until, he stops. "See something?" I ask softly, leaning against a wall.

Stranger 2: I lift my right hand to form a 1, whisper quietly, "armed", holding my knife firmly with my left hand.

Stranger 2: My grip tightens, and I raise the blade across my chest, ready to pounce should the situation require it, but the guard seems a relative distance away from the corner, and is not moving.

Stranger 1: "Mine or yours?" I ask, fingers flexing around the gun handle. "Or do you want to avoid him?"
Shooting here would cause quite the attraction, and getting in close enough would take quite the amount of stealth.

Stranger 1: "Waiting is an option, I suppose. That is, if he's even moving from that post."

Stranger 2: I don't like how talkative my partner is getting in this moment, but she looks pretty lithe, I offer her the knife, "How quiet are you?" I ask her,

Stranger 1: For a few seconds, I allow myself to grin. "Enough that I don't get caught if I really try."
Touching the handle, I recoil quickly, not liking how cold it is. Still, if it's needed..."It's pretty heavy." I murmur quietly, the blade reflecting the small amount of light.

Stranger 2: "Too heavy for your dainty little hands?" I taunt, seeing if I can put her up to the challenge, grinning. I can hear footsteps, but am not sure if the guard is approaching or not.

Stranger 1: I scowl, fully taking it away. "Dainty my ass." My mouth barely forms the words, though I'm sure he can still hear them.

Stranger 1: "Just...make sure nobody shoots me in the back." I glare, a little annoyed as I move to the corner.

Stranger 2: I take the gun and our roles are now switched, I feel comfortable with any weapon, I think to myself, but the handgun is a bit small for my liking. I take a look backwards, checking that the dead end is still a dead end, yup. Now it's all her.

Stranger 1: I tense, watching around the corner. The guard still hasn't turned, but he could at any time. Chest, or throat? I think. No, I couldn't kill. Back of the head. My footsteps are slow and soft, but I can't go any faster. He shifts a bit, and I stop. Soon enough, I continue forward. Finally, I'm there, right behind him, fingers twitching as they raise to clamp over his mouth as the hilt cracks into the back of his head, just above his spinal cord. Without resistance, he slumps to the ground, and I lean on the wall. "You want him dead," I murmur, "then you can kill him. Cause I ain't" Already, I want my gun back.

Stranger 2: I look around, quickly checking the magazine, as she said, not quite full, only 6 rounds. I chamber one with a cock, and disengage the safety, seconds count now.

Stranger 2: I step around the corner, offering the handgun to my partner, Brittany, I say her name quietly, "These people pitted us against each other, you think they deserve to live?" I ask her, offering her weapon back, my other hand extended for my knife.

Stranger 1: I frown, quickly slipping the weapon into his palm and taking back the light pistol, sighing at the much safer feel of it. "You believe in all that? 'Eye for and eye, tooth for a tooth' stuff?"

Stranger 2: I shrug, my face twisting into a sort of weak scowl. "It's not really about revenge, more about mercy, they aren't gonna show us any, I'm going to show them the same." I say, looking towards the unconscious man at our side, he looks out, but I wonder for how long. "I'm a hunter by trade, I don't usually deal with people, how long will that keep him out?" I ask, looking at my partner, and over her shoulder, paying attention to our surroundings.

Stranger 1: "Long enough for us to get away from him, wouldn't you agree?" My smile is sarcastic, but I quickly get rid of it. Sarcasm and biting words have no place here. They'll just make things worse. "It would help if we moved." I sigh, one hand lifting to trace across the wall as I walk, feet more sliding over the floor then actually taking steps. I stop for a second, and take a few steps back. "You're the leader." I shrug. "So you start leadin'." I'm still a bit tense and on edge, obvious from the tight grip on the handle of the pistol in my palm. "Sooner we're gone the better." I mutter.

Stranger 2: I look at the guard, if he wakes up he'll alert someone, and I only assume the alert isn't out because I hear no alarm, but they probably know already, why wouldn't there be a camera watching us in the room. I give him a swift kick with my heel to the forehead, and walk past my partner. I advance, the hallway is long, but deserted. On either side are multiple doors, what look like cells, solitary confinement.

Stranger 2: I lead the two of us onward, my steps quiet despite my size, use to stepping in woods with brittle twigs and dry leaves. Knife held point coming out of my hand like a thumbs up, upright position. Held low, good for a quick upwards stab should it matter.

Stranger 2: I stop at the first door, looking inside of the glass window, and seeing it's empty, ignore it. "What is this place?"

Stranger 1: I almost snort in annoyance, but remind myself where we are, and keep it to myself. "How much do you want to bet it's some cliche experimentation thing? Why else would they ask us to kill each other off in the first room?"

Stranger 1: It makes a little sense, I tell myself. Unless they're simply in this for the amusement.

Stranger 2: "What, like a psychology test? Or..." I don't even know where I'm going with that statement.

Stranger 1: "God only knows." I sigh, eyes flickering to the next crossroads, a few feet away. "Whatever it is, I just don't want to be part of it." It doesn't take long to reach the intersection of hallways, and I resume my position, leaning against a wall.

Stranger 1: "Left, right or straight. Or are we faced with yet another guard?"

Stranger 2: I grit my teeth, I would hate to make a wrong decision and cost us both our lives. I hug the left wall, stepping right up to it, looking forward, and to the right as much as I can. When I'm just against it, and I see noone nearby, I take a quick peak around the wall. Empty, this side too.

Stranger 2: "Whichever way we choose, it doesn't look like there will be much resistance." I almost bite my words, and hear noises coming from one of the hallways.

Stranger 2: "Shit" I hiss, looking about erratically for the source, unable to find it, a decision must be made, and I'm undecided.

Stranger 2: I go left, seeing as I'm closest to that hallway, and move quickly, unsure if I'm approaching the source of escaping it, but it's getting louder, an off tempo footstep, and a voice, someone talking... two people talking.

Stranger 2: sorry, internet

Stranger 1: Oh, nah, that's fine. I was just about to say I should get to bed, actually. It's almost 3 am here, and I lack sleep.

Stranger 2: Oh god

Stranger 2: Should we trade emails? Finish this up later?

Stranger 1: Sure thing~ If you want to, I'm up for it.

OP: They traded e-mails (fuck you trolls)