He had watched the house for a few weeks, the husband had an ordinary 9 to 5 job, and the wife on the other hand was a stay at home. Lucky for him she went out reliably on Wednesday afternoons. So it was on one such afternoon he broke in, as he knew, the house was stocked with valuables, from the nice TV, to a lovely collection of watches, and whets more? These suburban types never set the alarm, and some don’t even lock their doors.
He had finished with the main rooms and was picking through the jewelry when he heard the sound of the front door opening. He froze, had he lost track of time? The door closed, and he could hear someone set down something on the front room table.
He was beginning to sweat, and he knew there was no way they could miss the mess he had left. And as if on cue she calls "David, are you here?" he knows he’s caught, and pulls out his provisions, a mask and a .45. She approaches the bedroom. "David?" she calls. He aims the gun right at the door, where he imagines her head will be at any moment. She reaches the door to the bedroom, pushes the door open, and gasps. "Keep your mouth closed or I will blow your fucking brains out bitch!" he yells "now close the door, and walk over here slowly. He’s nervous, and he’s bluffing, he knows things will just go from bad to worse if he so much as bruises her, but he also knows, 9 times out of 10, he won’t even need to ask twice. She has yet to blink, she steps forward, and shuts the door, her eyes never wavering from the barrel of the gun. "Now lady, I’m not going to hurt you unless I have to, so you just keep cool and this will all be over in a minute" he says trying to calm her down. She is only a few steps away, and still slowly approaching. "Ok, stop there, that's close enough" but she doesn't. She walks until her forehead is pressed right against the barrel of the gun. His eyes go wide. "Please" she says "pull the trigger, blow my brains out, I want you to" panic flares through him, what the hell is going on? He thinks, what is wrong with this chick? "Do it, please" she begs. He knows he has lost, she’s called him on it, and he’s got nothing "ok lady, you win." he says as he puts his hands up. "Not yet I haven't" she says, and reaches up to take his hand, drawing it back, so the gun is again against her forehead. The air is thick with the moment. "Pull the trigger" she pleads, "I want it out of my head, I want to feel as my brain is liquefied and splattered against the door" his horror permeates the rooms. "I’m going out of my mind, please, do It." she asks again "do it!" she screams, and as she utters the last word time slows, his finger depresses the trigger ever so slightly. The hammer drops. The gun roars, and rears back as the bullet leaves the barrel, spends an instant in the open air, before plunging straight into her skull, through her brain, and out the back of her skull. The force of the bullet carries most of her destroyed brain out with it to make a grotesque halo of blood and brain matter behind her head. In that instant he sees in her eyes, utter ecstasy, the joy of the organic returning to the inorganic. And then he moment passes, the noise ceases, and her body drops to the ground.
He stares down at what he has done. Her eyes are still open, her expression still joyful. Her two beautiful eyes making a triangle with the neat hole in her forehead. Blood and what little brain matter was left now spills out of the gaping wound in the back of her skull onto the carpet, staining it beautiful red. He is overcome with something he can’t quite describe, and thinks to himself, that next time, he might just plan on getting caught.