He lifted her limped body out of the bed. The plan was to dispose of her. She was still beautiful as he looked at her remembering the day he first kissed her. He was hoping that he injected her with enough poison. Though she was unconscious he could feel her heart beat..a slow weak one but nevertheless a heartbeat. He was thinking to inject her with more of that poison. Then he thought about the gun he had always wanted to use. Placing her limped body back on the bed he stood there gazing at her for a few seconds. What as waste he thought. He got the gun, and then he placed a pillow over her face, aiming the gun to her head.
The door bell rang, he thought, now who the hell can that be this late at night. It was after 2 am. He delayed to answer the door with the hope that the person would just go away. But the door bell rang and rang. Mark decided to go down the stairs to the front door and find out who it was. He opened the door. It was his old friend Chris. “Chris!” Mark exclaims, “What brings you to my door this late at night.” Chris had been drinking and smelled like he was run over by a skunk. “Well my good friend Mark”, Chris said, “I was thinking about you and the misses, and even thought you think I am a bit drunk, I wanted to say that you have a special woman. Yes indeed you have a special woman Mark.” Mark smiled, “I know that already Chris, you didn’t have to come all the way this late at night to tell me.” Mark’s wife Sandra was a beautiful woman and she had always had a close friendship with Chris.
Mark knew that she was cheating on him. It bothered him for a long time. Until he found out that Chris was next up in line. Chris being so drunk, the alcohol in him acted like a truth serum, “I think I’m in love with your wife, I have to be honest with you.” Simon stood there and laughed, “You know something Chris, I believe you
Suddenly a gunshot sounded. Then another shot. Chris yelled, “Oh hell .Oh hell. Oh no”!” A third shot was fired afterwards. He then saw Mark fall to the floor as blood leaked out from the side of his head and neck. Mark body began to shake for a few second and then stopped. Chris looked up at the top of the stairs and saw Sandra with a gun. “You killed him, why?!” Sandra looked at chris and smiled, “The bastard tried to kill me with poison. He didn’t give me enough. Now it’s my turn. He was on to us Chris. Now you can have all of me, darling!”