Billy was smiling, though he didn't look like himself. His eyes had an odd glow. As if he were relishing the moment.
The bald man tried turning his head toward the gun. Billy yelled, "Don't move, motherfucker! I'll blow your brains out."
All I could think to say was, "Thank God you're here. What took so long? Where's your partner?"
"He got delayed. Never mind him." Billy seemed lit with an internal fire.
The bald man, who'd frozen in his spot, ventured a thought. "Look, son. Put the weapon down. Let's talk about this."
Billy only jammed the gun harder against the man's temple.
"Are you really ready to shoot a man in cold blood?" the bald man asked.
Billy smile widened. A shot roared and echoed through the room.
Bloody grayish brain matter splattered all over me, the doorframe, and the wall. The debris speckled Billy's clothing, too. The bald man had crumpled to the floor, his skull half blown away.
I did a dry heave, then another.
Billy lowered his weapon. "I was born ready."
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The Planck Factor
Mystery / ThrillerOn a dare, grad student Jessica Evans writes a thriller, creating a nightmare scenario based upon the theory that the speed of light is not a constant-one that has a dark application. Her protagonist (the fiancé of a scientist killed in a car crash)...
