|The Left Hand of God (standard:other, 1468 words)|
|Author: Cucicu||Added: Jan 25 2002||Views/Reads: 2072/1244||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A man's wife has an affair. He decides to get revenge by killing her. However, along the way, some of the tides turn. Or do they?|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story accident left too much to chance. No, I needed something clean and fail-proof. Something that would leave no trace. A murder that wasn't really a murder. I had been struggling to find a solution for a long time. Then suddenly, the answer was seemingly handed to me on a silver platter. This couldn't be a coincidence. It had to be destiny. Here's how it happened. I got a call from an old friend of mine that I hadn't seen in years. Tom was in town for a convention and wanted to get together for lunch. I wasn't much in the mood for socializing lately but something told me I should meet him. Tom was working for a big pharmaceutical company and doing research on the treatment of viral infections. He specialized in diseases that were rare and fatal. That was it! He had solved my dilemma. My wife was always getting a cold or the flu, and on top of that she had asthma. Unlike my own, her immune system was shot. The trick now was getting a sample of viruses that I could use to infect her. I knew Tom had always been attracted to my wife. I suggested that we visit him in California so that he can show us around his lab. Tom was the type of guy who loved to show off, so needless to say, he latched on to the idea immediately. I figured that while he was distracted with my wife, I could steal some vials containing whatever viruses I could find. It was a long shot, but somehow I knew it would work. As it turned out, he brought us to his lab on a weekend when no one else was around. Given her personality, my wife naturally played up to him, and he was smitten. It was actually much easier than I imagined it could be. "Honey, I don't feel so good. I think I must be coming down with the flu again," she said. Christ! This was too good to be true. My plan was actually working. I almost felt guilty about it. "Sonny, I feel so weak I can hardly walk. I think you better take me to the hospital." Her voice was weak and labored. It 's funny, but you know how sometimes you experience phantom symptoms in response to someone else's suffering? Well, that seemed to be happening to me. I was starting to feel sick myself. It took all the energy I had just to drive my wife to the emergency room. When we got there, they insisted on admitting the both of us temporarily so they could run some medical tests. "Just take care of my wife. Don't worry about me," I said. I protested that there was nothing wrong with me, but they wouldn't listen. Of course, the Doctor asked the typical questions about foreign travel or coming into contact with individuals that appeared sick. No one suspected a thing. As it turned out, they put us in separate rooms which were right next to each other. The same nurse was in charge of the both of us. I looked at her when she walked into my room. She was really tall. I would say she was about six feet two inches, and she had a deep, husky voice. "How's my wife doing?" I asked. "Well, we're trying to stabilizer her now. We'll have to wait until we get some test results back" she said. "And how about you?", the nurse asked. "How are you feeling?" "Me?" "I'm fine", I said. "Why?" She looked at me in a peculiar way, and then started fiddling with some of the medical equipment that was attached to me. "I'll be right back," the nurse said. "I need to call the Doctor." I hate hospitals. Everything is so white and sterile. It seems like death is lurking at every corner. It's really depressing. I heard the nurse going into the next room with my wife. They seemed to be whispering about something and then I swear I heard my wife bellow out a loud sigh. What was that about? Were they telling her she didn't have long to live? I was almost starting to regret what I had done. Maybe I should tell them the truth. Maybe they could still save her. The Doctor must have arrived because I could hear the nurse talking to someone outside my room. I was starting to get very sleepy. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I heard a faint humming noise from one of the machines but I couldn't tell if it was coming from my room or the one next door. I heard some faint voices but I wasn't sure where they came from. "Doctor come quickly!" "I'm sorry, Betty. I don't think there is anything else we can do at this point." "Should I tell him? Maybe he'll want to spend some time with her. "I'm afraid that won't be possible. The patient is dead." 1 1 Tweet
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