The short version of this story. An entry for jaetwee's contest The Beginning of the End. 250 words maximum, ending with the same word you began with. I wrote the long version and shaved it down to this. Rating is for violence.
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“End it.” He coughed, blood spewing from his lips to drip from his chin. He glared at the barrel of the gun, a black hole directed levelly between his eyes.
It had been a pleasant date. They were having a very amusing conversation when he'd made the mistake of bending over to pick up a fallen fork.
She saw the tattoo. She knew he was there to kill her.
That's when she slashed her dinner knife across his face.
“End it,” he repeated, spitting out a tooth onto the linoleum, where it landed with a cheerful clink. “Do it, Kait. You'll feel better when you're scraping my brains off your cupboards.”
Kait didn't flinch.
She was beautiful, even with the muddy brown black eye he'd given her, even with the stream of blood snaking from under her lovely hair. Even with her lips split down the middle from when he'd pressed his hand over her mouth to keep her from alerting the neighbors.
“I love you, Kaity,” he croaked feebly.
“You've told me that before, S. I didn't believe you before. And I don't believe you now.”
His senses shorted out after the gun blast. Fire blazed through his side; the bullet ripped through his abdomen, shattering two ribs before piercing a kidney, then getting lodged in his back muscles. He hadn't even realized Kait had lowered the gun until he toppled to the floor. His vision blurred and he thought, What a fantastic end.
