The M1 Theory - Brian Hesse (best thriller novels to read .txt) 📗

its place. As she looked at Eric, and watched him wink his left eye at her, she could see that the old man’s theory was spot on target.

  Eric quickly turned toward Thomas and jumped on top of him like a tiger leaping on a wounded prey. Thomas and Eric struggled on the floor of the lodge, giving Sandra just enough time to reach for her pistol in the night stand drawer. Sandra could see the black box transmitter lying just a few inches from the mingling bodies of Thomas and Eric. Before she could close the distance, over top of the bed, and grab the box, she watched in horror as Thomas’s frail hand found the top of the box. He pushed the button, and silence filled the room.

  Eric stood up with blood streaming down his face from a bit upper lip he received during the struggle. Sandra watched Eric’s eyes turn black as coal, just like Thomas’s eyes. It was as if looking at evil sadistic twins, hungrily desiring her blood…her death.

  Sandra fired one bullet at Thomas Lorey, striking him directly between the eyes. She watched the familiar glob of bloody gore exit the back of his head and splatter against the closet door. She leveled the gun at Eric, now slowly crawling over the bed toward her, with a look of murder in his eyes. Her short life with him flashed before her eyes at the thought of what she might have to do. Within a split second she weighed every option possible that could save his life and, save hers because she could not think of a happy life without him. She attempted to aim for a non-vital part of his body but he was coming on too fast. She fired just one time before collapsing on the floor and losing her own consciousness.

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  Eric opened his eyes slowly blinking against the blinding white light. He could hear a voice off in the distance, coming closer, as if, he thought, an angel calling me home.

  “Hey baby, wake up. Come on get up.”

   Eric opened his eyes and through a drug induced haze Sandra’s face came into focus.

   “So, I guess I’m not dead,” he laughed briefly before wincing in pain.

   “I shot you in the stomach, as far left as I possibly could. I didn’t have a chance to shoot you anywhere else that would be effective so I picked the easiest target that just so happens to take, sometimes days to bleed out.”

   “Eric smiled, and took Sandra by the hand. “Well, thank you for shooting me in the stomach. By the way, would you marry me?”

  Sandra rolled her eyes and played as though she were considering such a suggestion. She turned her gaze to his hopeful face and said, “your goddammed right I will.”

   As Sandra bent down to kiss Eric, her phone began to ring.

   She looked at the number and stared with a blank expression until the ringing ceased.

   “Why didn’t you answer it, sweetheart?”

   She looked at the chief’s number on the front of her screen and stated, “I’m done with living with the dead. Now I’m just going to live.”

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Text: Brian Hesse
Publication Date: 12-03-2017

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