He didn't even blink when I pulled the trigger. He sat there, eyes empty, hands and feet stilled. He didn't fight it, he just waited for the end to come. He watched the bullet near his head, watched it until he could no longer see it. It smashed through his forehead, and in case that wasn't enough I shot again, this time aiming for his heart. And when the blood sprayed out, I knew he would be dead in seconds. And as his body dropped to the floor, I giggled. After a moment, I dragged his body outside to burn it, and I tossed away the ashes.
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Short StoryShe was psychotic, no question about it. She killed four people. She laughed. She burned their bodies. Then she blew up the American flag. **WARNING: involves a lot of death, murder, and a crazy lady** Updated once weekly on Saturdays.
