John pulled up his car to the driveway, cruising his car so that his engine would not be heard. He was back early to surprise his wife, Ange, for a romantic date. He has been so busy tely, with tasks his boss has been giving him. He looked at the bouquet of flowers in the drivers side seat. Roses, his wife's favorite type.

  They had been sweetheart since they were teens. They lost their virginities to each other and now, after years away in Iraq, he was already 30 and was trying for a child with Ange.

  Ange was a beautiful blonde with firm breasts and a cheerleader's body. He cried when he first made love to her, she was that beautiful, and the day she said yes to marrying him he was on top of the world!

  But... what was Bob's car doing here? Why is his boss here? Don't tell me that he has more tasks for me to do?

  John had just returned from being discharged from the Marines. He married Ange before his many tours in Iraq, and was now trying to survive and thrive in civilian life. This job was recommended to him by his father, who hooked him up with Bob Dawkins an old church friend his father knew.

  He put his car in park and got out, carrying his flowers as he walked into his house, confused. He opened the door quietly and looked around. Strange, why isn't Ange around the house?

  He walked upstairs and pause, stunned. There were grunting and moaning sounds in his bedroom. Surely....

  He opened his room door and saw what he feared the most

  His wife Ange was there, fucking his boss Bob in reverse cowgirl style with her hands above her head, and Bob grabbing her breasts from behind

  His flowers dropped to the floor, startling the fucking couple

  "John!" Ange said in shock

  "John! Why are you back so early?" Bob asked

  But John remained silent. With a grim face, he walked over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out the revolver he kept by his bed for protection

  "John! No!" Ange screamed

  "John, we.. we can talk about this. Maybe you've been working too hard. Maybe you deserve a raise.." Bob said in panic

  But John felt nothing, and he didn't respond. He just raised his weapon, the way he has done for many times to kill the enemy in Iraq. It was like he was in a trance as he opened fire, the first bullet hitting Ange between the eyes as her blood spttered all over the bed

  Then he aimed his revolver at Bob, firing again, an again, and again!

  --

  "... in cold blood! Then he fired his revolver at his boss Bob Dawkins at point bnk range, emptying his revolver at his head and chest. This was cold blooded murder..." the prosecution argued

  "... crime of passion. The couple.. his wife Ange and his boss Bob were killed in a crime of passion. They were killed while naked and having sex..." the defense argued

  All the while, John sat silently, his eyes dead to the world. His world had ended. The love of his life, Ange was dead and so was his world

  "On this day, the 22 of August 2003, you have been sentenced by your peers to death! Your act is found to be so heinous and your crime so btant that the jury had no choice but to give you death! It is the year 2003 and murdering your spouse for adultery is not a reason for cold blooded murder, and May God have mercy on your soul!" the judge announced

  John sat there quietly. His mind could not process his conviction as the press lights fshed

  --

  ".. you will be consenting to donating your body to science..." Dr Serena Kogen said

  John starred at the wall, emotionless as she talked to him

  But he didn't need persuading

  "I'm a dead man anyway since I killed Ange. Do whatever you want" John signed the form she was showing him

  He watched as Ange stood staring at him, and Bob mocked him openly. How come nobody sees them but him? Was he imagining them? Or were they ghosts?

  --

  John was strapped to the table, his arms spread wide with tubes attached to the chemicals that would kill him. There was a group of people there to watch his death and Dr Serena Kogen was standing next to him to cim his body

  The warded nodded and the executioner flicked the switch as the chemicals were injected into his body

  "What.. what are you doing?" John asked as Dr Kogen suddenly pulled down his pants and exposed his penis and started sucking him!

  "You're dying. I have cancer. I might as well give you a good death" she said as she got on and mounted him, impaling herself on his cock!

  He grunted as he felt her unwanted warmth. He has never fucked anyone besides Ange in his life, and now this cancer addled woman was fucking him?

  And what was Ange yelling at him? Bob seemed to enjoy watching and was busy masturbating.. that pervert!

  John didn't mind as she felt... different, but just as he was starting to enjoy himself the chemicals started to take effect, and his world turned dark!

  --

  "... are you sure injecting this goo would work?"

  "We are about to remove his skeleton, his organs and repce everything except his heart and brain. We are putting the brain back after taking out the skull, the heart after taking out the skeleton! Normally, he would be dead already. Our task is virtually impossible! Anything that can help his body recover would be helpful"

  "But his bck goo? What is it called, a Prometheus formu? Where the hell did you get this from anyway? It may very well kill him instead of help heal him"

  "He's legally decred dead anyway. Besides, we have tested in on mice. It gives accelerated healing, but the mouse escaped. Somehow it became strong enough to escape the b cage. I think it even burned through the cage"

  "Burnt through? How?"

  "Acid!"

  "Acid? And this supposedly promotes healing? Are you crazy?"

  "Just put the formu into the drip! This will be a long, tricky procedure. Repcing a whole skeleton won't be easy! We've never even successfully done it on animals!"

  In his hazed state, this was what John could hear in his semi conscious state. If he was conscious, he would be terrified even though he signed up for his. Nobody said anything about removing his skeleton! What kind of Frankenstein operation is this? He should have read the document, but didn't care at the time, only knowing that he was going to be sentenced to death anyway. What a way to go...