Sector Five. Chapter One

The heel of her shoe punched through his skull rather easily. Then again, she had custom ordered steel-heeled stilettos just for the occasion. A gurgle escaped Aaron’s mouth, breaking the silence that had descended upon the room. He fell to his knees, a muffled crack coming from his legs as he hit the floor. His unfocused eyes found hers, green fury and devoid of tears.

“Becky…Why?” She scoffed.

“I’m tired of being the wife of a dead-beat. And with divorce being outlawed, killing you was my only option. Don’t worry about me babe, your life insurance will be just enough for me to live comfortably for a very long time.” But he didn’t hear her, he was already dead. She shrugged in disbelief.

“Figures he wouldn’t stay conscious long enough to let me finish.” She moved to his body and detached the heel from the shoe in his skull. It looked like a normal knife jutting out of his head.

Chris was an artist when it came to weapons.

Becky quickly moved across the room where she had laid plastic sheeting on the floor. She quickly took off all her clothes, including the remaining stiletto that had a normal wood heel painted to look like a blade. Pulling on some jogging shorts and an old t-shirt, she hauled everything over to a large painting on the wall. She grasped the bottom right of the painting and pulled. It swung open to reveal a small door with a digital panel next to it.  She opened the door and pushed everything in, including the plastic. Closing the door she hummed a jolly tune. She pressed the red button on the panel, all the lights blinked on and a cool female voice spoke.

“Hello Mrs. Dalton. Laundry again today?”

“Yes Evy. New commands today though.”

“Of course Mrs. Dalton, what can I do today?”

“Bleach wash, followed by incineration, followed by another bleach wash. Then disposal of everything and a sterilization of the inside of the chute.”  A few clicks and beeps were heard and the sound of running liquid followed.

“Anything else Mrs. Dalton?”

“Erase memory of this program after this wash.”

“Yes, Mrs. Dalton.”

Becky swung the door closed and turned back to look at Aaron. His body was slumped backwards leaning against their bed, her bed. She walked out of the room, she really wanted a cup of tea.

-Good ol' Fun