Flames from the Past: Kill Series #7

(Part 2 in Flames from the Past)
 
I saw the car lights then heard their chirping voices and laughter. It appeared that a few extra glasses of wine were consumed along with the dinner. I waited silently but it wasn’t long before the lights to their bedroom came on.  
 
As the two of them began their Friday night ritual, I was surprised to see Angie had a new boob job. I guess that’s what rich guys do for their wives since they could make the big bucks while others fought their wars. I wondered if he would have made such an investment if he’d known they were only good for a few months.  
 
I was struck by how ignorant they were of the reality of their situation. Angie was submerged in pleasure as her daughter’s lifeless body lay down the hallway. The two of them must have thought they were merely writing another page in their life’s story tonight, not realizing they were in the last paragraph.  
 
I knew what he was experiencing. I’d made love to Angie, not realizing it would be my last time. Not knowing she had already left me. But still, two human forms possessed by their lusts made a beautiful scene, and I paused to enjoy Angie’s last moments. Yes, she was a beautiful human.  
 
Earlier that day, I’d prepared my loads. I kissed the hollow point that would enter Angie’s chest and let my mind imagine its path and how quickly it would end her. I knew that cartridge was now in my chamber and felt such power.  
 
Then my mind went dizzy, and the window scene seemed to float. I felt Angie's lips against my ear, whispering, “You know I truly loved you. Why couldn’t you show me who was behind your skin?” As I saw her body bouncing before me, I thought of so many nights when I heard her whimpers of pleasure. As her eyes looked toward the ceiling of her bedroom, I squeezed the trigger.  
 
I didn’t hear the blast, but saw the picture window shatter as a mark appeared on Angie’s side. Her body folded immediately down, heavy breasts pressing into her husband. He screamed in horror, still inside of her dying body. At that moment, I was overcome by ecstatic flaming pulses in my hardened cock and felt dry heaving from my stomach. These only lasted a moment as the reality of Angie’s death sank in.  
 
Her husband wrapped his arms around her firm frame and cried while staring into the dark beyond the broken window. He must have still felt warmth from Angie’s breasts, and I was sorry for his loss, but it was right for him to see her departure. My second shot was true and pierced his skull. He ceased immediately, still frozen in her embrace.    
 
As I walked away from the burning farmhouse with two broken picture windows, I felt the familiar rush of accomplishment, knowing I’d done something final in life. Even in my euphoric state, I knew that night’s deaths would not satisfy.