Kill Me
by Daniel Beadle - Thursday, September 6, 2007
The man is visibly shaken. He’s an emotional mess. “You ruined everything… How could you do this to me?” The quivering Glock handgun is trained at Dylan’s face.Dylan’s face is blank. It might seem that he’s nervous, but his voice is unwavering. “Come now. You make it sound like your life had some greater meaning. What I did to you was nothing compared to what will happen to your species.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“Yes. There’s that passion I no longer have. Do it. Put a bullet in my head. Do it now, while you have the chance.” Dylan smiles.
The man drops his guard for a brief moment. “You… I didn’t realize…”
Dylan’s smile drops. “He’s not going to take the shot.”
Instantly, a sniper’s bullet spirals through the man’s forehead, and he collapses to the floor.
