Scores of dead
had been left in his wake. Far more than Amir.
DO IT NOW, BOBBY!
Sissy's eyes were wide in fear as Bobby continued to plow into her. "It's okay, Bobby. I didn't
know." She didn't have a clue. This wasn't even her talking.
"Shut up motherfucka!...I'm sorry Sissy. I Thought I could handle this. His pace picked up as
he thrust and grunted. This shouldn't feel this good. He was truly sick!
"We'll get you some help," she murmured softly, her voice cracking slightly.
"There is no help for us, Sissy." His orgasm gripped him like a vice, then shook him like a rag
doll.
"What the fuck?! You sick motherfucker!" Eric's kick caught him just under the chin. Bobby rolled
from the blow and propped himself up into a crouch. He struggled to remain conscious as Eric
pummeled him.
"Eric stop!" Sissy pleaded, grabbing him from behind. It was all the distraction Bobby needed.
Muscle memory kicked in. A blow to Eric's windpipe stunned him, incapacitating him long enough
for the elbow that followed,shattering his nose, sending shards of bone into his brain.
"Why!" Sissy cried out over and over as she draped her body over her twitching husband.
DO IT NOW, BOBBY!
"He took me by surprise. It was just reflexes. I'm sorry, Sissy." He honestly was. If he hadn't
been so weak, Eric would have never witnessed their unspeakable sin.
Sissy lept to her feet and dashed to the kitchen. Was she calling the police? It was time to
end this.
"You're sorry?!" she shouted hysterically, returning with butcher knife, her face flush with
tears. "You twisted piece of shit!" she screamed, slashing at him with the knife.
She never had a chance. Bobby had disarmed her and plunged the knife deep into her lungs before
the shock registered on her face. He held his hand over her nose as her lungs filled and her
body slumped to the floor. He was wracked with guilt. This was not the way he planned it. She
shouldn't have had to suffer like this.
As he squatted over her body and watched her blood pool on the carpet, he couldn't help but
wonder, "Did life drain from this creature at the same rate as it did from his sister?"
Bobby bowed his head for a moment out of respect. The real heroes are always in the first wave;
death is a given. This creature had sacrificed his life embeding himself in Sissy in order to
weaponize him.
That kind of sacrifice had to be respected. It was not for naught. Bobby had become quite an
efficient killer. Many more would have died by his hand had not the senslessness of Amir's death
shocked Bobby into realizing that he and Amir were both weapons of the same enemy. He hoped
Sissy's death would open the eyes of the rest of the world. Her autopsy would be this world's only
hope. If it doesn't reveal concrete evidence, the human race is doomed.
We will exterminate each other before we even know we're in a war.
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