Evil Eyes

He glared down upon my face with that look in his eyes. The one I've had nightmares about. But now it only makes me laugh. How ironic I have feared death, ran from it at every turn and yet at this moment I gaze upon it and laugh. It's strange; I always thought that before I died I would be thinking about my family and friends I would soon be leaving behind. That old cliche` of having my whole life flash before my eyes in the moment of impending doom. Only now that the moment is here, I'm looking past the barrel of a gun into the eyes of pure evil and all I can think about are my last words and how he'll be the one to hear them.

Then the evil actually speaks, "Good bye my beautiful Aubrey, know that I love you more than anything else on ths earth. I'm sorry but you simply can not be allowed to live without me. I won't let you. Say hello to the Reaper for me."

"Funny," I laugh " I thought that was you"

"Yeah, I like that, The Reaper it has a nice ring to it."

So there it is, the moment of truth. Gazing into the void where his soul should be I laugh..."You may like that name now, but one day this momnet will come back and bite you on the ass. Cuz, the real Reaper is one scary son of a bitch and I promise I'll be there to see it happen." Those are my last words. A ripple of shock courses through those eyes, then it turns into something else. I f I didn't know better I'd say it was regret mixed with just a little bit of fear.

BANG  he puled the trigger.

A pure sharp and piercing pain tears through my chest, I gasp for one last fleeting breath. My line of vision once clear and sharp shrinks to nothing. A vast pool of black crimson engulfs me...How did I ever get here?