Post by Trajet on Apr 27, 2006 21:14:26 GMT -5
This is a story that I had to write for school. I actually like it a lot, which is weird since I don't usually write about cops and stuff like that.
Bob walked out of the liquor store, whiskey held firmly in his right hand, and sat down on the bench.
"Damn crooks! I don't deserve to be pushin' papers. They ain't gonna get away with puttin' me behind a desk!" He said with a slur as he unscrewed the top from the whiskey bottle. "I've been a police officer for 24 years and now they decide that they can take me off the street. To hell with 'em!"
Bob took a drink from the bottle and stood up, then took another drink. He walked into the street when a car raced past him, just a couple inches away from smashing into him.
"Damn idiots!" He yelled as loud as he could. Bob took a long drink from the whiskey bottle, nearly draining the entire bottle.
Bob finished crossing the street when he heard a loud crash followed by two gunshots. Without thinking twice about it, he ran towards the sounds, but the alcohol in his system was making it quite difficult to determine where the sound had come from exactly. Finally he saw the car, bent under the pressure of slamming into a brick wall. He recognized the car as the one that nearly ran him over only minutes before. Bob ran over the driver's side and saw two male teens in the seats, dead, a single bullet hole in the center of their foreheads.
"Who'd kill these kids? They wasn't doing nothin' but driving in a car." Bob sees a person's shadow flit across the ground of the alley and starts running towards the end of the alley. "Who's there? Show yourself!" He yells out to the shadowy figure.
A new gunshot echoes throughout the alleyway as the shadowy figure shoots the street lamp out.
"Freeze!" Bob reaches deep down into himself and fights his ever-growing exhaustion as he takes off running at the figure at the end of the alley. The shadowy figure runs away from Bob, but miraculously he catches up and tackles the figure to the ground. "Drop your weapon!"
The person drops the gun and Bob turns the person around until he is looking at the person's face. "Eric?" He says in shock.
Bob's moment of surprise serves Eric with enough time to grab the gun back and point it directly at Bob. "Get off me old man." Eric says with a surprising amount of anger to Bob. "You got me mixed up with someone else."
Seeing that Bob wasn't going to budge, Eric quickly shoves him to the ground and continues to aim the gun at Bob as he stands back up.
"Eric, did you kill those two boys?" Bob raises his hands to show he doesn't have a weapon, but positions himself in an aggressive stance.
Seeing this, Eric aims the gun at Bobs kneecap and shoots. Bob's screams rise up from the abandoned street. No one hears him. Eric runs away from the scene, but Bob doesn't let reason get in the way and does his best to follow Eric. Eric finally jumps into a green and white pickup truck and speeds away.
Bob had reached a payphone minutes after Eric's escape and had called for help. He was now sitting in the police precinct, his knee bandaged up. What bothered Bob now, wasn't that his partner had shot and killed two boys and wounded him, but that when the police had looked through the multiple alleyways near where Bob had directed them to, they had found nothing. Bob had even gone along with them, but every time he found something, the police said it was nothing out of the ordinary.
"What about the car fluids on the ground?" Bob said to Stan, a senior investigator and long-time friend. "Or the breaks in the bricks on the wall, that can't be normal."
"Bob, I understand you're upset, but come on. None of the stuff you found is out of the ordinary."
Bob sighed and slammed his fist against the desk. "What about the street lamp, huh? I suppose it's perfectly normal for those to be shot out, right?"
Stan rubs his eyes with his hand and looked at Bob. "We've been friends for a long time, Bob, and I'll admit that the street lamp had been shot out. But the fact of the matter is, is that the lamp hasn't been functioning for the past week. Maintenance just got the call to fix it, that's what they're doing as we speak."
Eric walks over to the desk and sets down a cup of coffee next to Bob's hand. "Here you go, buddy." He sits down in an empty seat and drinks his own cup of coffee.
"How'd you get away with it, Eric? How'd you kill those kids and fool everyone?" He grabs the coffee and lifts it to his mouth, but suddenly throws the steaming hot contents into Eric's face. "How's that feel?"
Eric clutches his face in pain and falls back in his seat. "Dammit! What the hell's your problem?" He screams angrily through his cries of pain.
Stan jumps up and shoves Bob to the floor and holds him firmly. "Do you want to go to jail?"
Bob stops struggling and stands back up when Stan moves off of him. "I'll figure it out sooner or later! You're going to jail one day, Eric." Bob storms out of the precinct.
"Good job, shit for brains." Stan says to Eric as he helps him up.
Bob had been sitting in his apartment for the past hour, wondering what he was going to do. If no one believed that Eric murdered two people, how was he going to put him away? Just then, someone knocked on his door.
"Bob? You in there?" It was Stan.
Bob crossed the room and looked through the peephole, Stan looked worried. He opened the door and walked over to his couch. "What's wrong, Stan?"
Stan stood in front of the door, holding a folder full of documents in his hands. "I didn't want to say anything at the precinct with Eric listening in, but I believe you. We found gunpowder residue in the alleyway, fresh too. I heard him talking to somebody on the phone, gloating about how he killed those kids you were talking about."
Bob jumped up and grabbed the folder when Stan held it out for him. "Did you tell the chief? We gotta work quick on this one. If Eric could cover something like this up, then he has to have some deep connections."
"You sure you want to go through with this?" Stan said as he walked away from the door, towards another side of the room.
Bob looked up from the open folder and nodded to Stan. "Hell yes. He ain't gettin' away from me now."
Stan shook his as he looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry it had to happen like this, man. You're a good friend."
Right after Stan finished speaking, Bob's door was kicked open with a loud boom. "Hey old man, say hi to those two kids, will ya? No hard feelings?" Eric raised his gun and aimed it at Bob.
Bob stood up and ran at Eric, but before he could reach him, Eric shot into him six times. Bob tumbled forward and fell at Eric's feet, dying.
Stan had already started toward the door, but motioned for Eric to leave first. "These people know me, they won't think I did anything. I'll be able to cover this up."
Eric nodded and ran out of the room and started running through the hallway. A split-second later, Stan stepped out of the apartment and raised his own gun. As most of the doors in the hallway started opening up, Stan yelled real loud. "Freeze!" When Eric didn’t stop, Stan shot him down with 4 rounds. Eric lay dying in the hallway while Bob lay dead in his apartment. Stan ran to Eric and kneeled down. "Sorry pal, but you've messed up for the last time." Stan places the gun at the back of Eric's head and fires one last round, killing Eric.
Good Cop, Bad Cop
By: Anthony Williams
Bob walked out of the liquor store, whiskey held firmly in his right hand, and sat down on the bench.
"Damn crooks! I don't deserve to be pushin' papers. They ain't gonna get away with puttin' me behind a desk!" He said with a slur as he unscrewed the top from the whiskey bottle. "I've been a police officer for 24 years and now they decide that they can take me off the street. To hell with 'em!"
Bob took a drink from the bottle and stood up, then took another drink. He walked into the street when a car raced past him, just a couple inches away from smashing into him.
"Damn idiots!" He yelled as loud as he could. Bob took a long drink from the whiskey bottle, nearly draining the entire bottle.
Bob finished crossing the street when he heard a loud crash followed by two gunshots. Without thinking twice about it, he ran towards the sounds, but the alcohol in his system was making it quite difficult to determine where the sound had come from exactly. Finally he saw the car, bent under the pressure of slamming into a brick wall. He recognized the car as the one that nearly ran him over only minutes before. Bob ran over the driver's side and saw two male teens in the seats, dead, a single bullet hole in the center of their foreheads.
"Who'd kill these kids? They wasn't doing nothin' but driving in a car." Bob sees a person's shadow flit across the ground of the alley and starts running towards the end of the alley. "Who's there? Show yourself!" He yells out to the shadowy figure.
A new gunshot echoes throughout the alleyway as the shadowy figure shoots the street lamp out.
"Freeze!" Bob reaches deep down into himself and fights his ever-growing exhaustion as he takes off running at the figure at the end of the alley. The shadowy figure runs away from Bob, but miraculously he catches up and tackles the figure to the ground. "Drop your weapon!"
The person drops the gun and Bob turns the person around until he is looking at the person's face. "Eric?" He says in shock.
Bob's moment of surprise serves Eric with enough time to grab the gun back and point it directly at Bob. "Get off me old man." Eric says with a surprising amount of anger to Bob. "You got me mixed up with someone else."
Seeing that Bob wasn't going to budge, Eric quickly shoves him to the ground and continues to aim the gun at Bob as he stands back up.
"Eric, did you kill those two boys?" Bob raises his hands to show he doesn't have a weapon, but positions himself in an aggressive stance.
Seeing this, Eric aims the gun at Bobs kneecap and shoots. Bob's screams rise up from the abandoned street. No one hears him. Eric runs away from the scene, but Bob doesn't let reason get in the way and does his best to follow Eric. Eric finally jumps into a green and white pickup truck and speeds away.
Bob had reached a payphone minutes after Eric's escape and had called for help. He was now sitting in the police precinct, his knee bandaged up. What bothered Bob now, wasn't that his partner had shot and killed two boys and wounded him, but that when the police had looked through the multiple alleyways near where Bob had directed them to, they had found nothing. Bob had even gone along with them, but every time he found something, the police said it was nothing out of the ordinary.
"What about the car fluids on the ground?" Bob said to Stan, a senior investigator and long-time friend. "Or the breaks in the bricks on the wall, that can't be normal."
"Bob, I understand you're upset, but come on. None of the stuff you found is out of the ordinary."
Bob sighed and slammed his fist against the desk. "What about the street lamp, huh? I suppose it's perfectly normal for those to be shot out, right?"
Stan rubs his eyes with his hand and looked at Bob. "We've been friends for a long time, Bob, and I'll admit that the street lamp had been shot out. But the fact of the matter is, is that the lamp hasn't been functioning for the past week. Maintenance just got the call to fix it, that's what they're doing as we speak."
Eric walks over to the desk and sets down a cup of coffee next to Bob's hand. "Here you go, buddy." He sits down in an empty seat and drinks his own cup of coffee.
"How'd you get away with it, Eric? How'd you kill those kids and fool everyone?" He grabs the coffee and lifts it to his mouth, but suddenly throws the steaming hot contents into Eric's face. "How's that feel?"
Eric clutches his face in pain and falls back in his seat. "Dammit! What the hell's your problem?" He screams angrily through his cries of pain.
Stan jumps up and shoves Bob to the floor and holds him firmly. "Do you want to go to jail?"
Bob stops struggling and stands back up when Stan moves off of him. "I'll figure it out sooner or later! You're going to jail one day, Eric." Bob storms out of the precinct.
"Good job, shit for brains." Stan says to Eric as he helps him up.
Bob had been sitting in his apartment for the past hour, wondering what he was going to do. If no one believed that Eric murdered two people, how was he going to put him away? Just then, someone knocked on his door.
"Bob? You in there?" It was Stan.
Bob crossed the room and looked through the peephole, Stan looked worried. He opened the door and walked over to his couch. "What's wrong, Stan?"
Stan stood in front of the door, holding a folder full of documents in his hands. "I didn't want to say anything at the precinct with Eric listening in, but I believe you. We found gunpowder residue in the alleyway, fresh too. I heard him talking to somebody on the phone, gloating about how he killed those kids you were talking about."
Bob jumped up and grabbed the folder when Stan held it out for him. "Did you tell the chief? We gotta work quick on this one. If Eric could cover something like this up, then he has to have some deep connections."
"You sure you want to go through with this?" Stan said as he walked away from the door, towards another side of the room.
Bob looked up from the open folder and nodded to Stan. "Hell yes. He ain't gettin' away from me now."
Stan shook his as he looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry it had to happen like this, man. You're a good friend."
Right after Stan finished speaking, Bob's door was kicked open with a loud boom. "Hey old man, say hi to those two kids, will ya? No hard feelings?" Eric raised his gun and aimed it at Bob.
Bob stood up and ran at Eric, but before he could reach him, Eric shot into him six times. Bob tumbled forward and fell at Eric's feet, dying.
Stan had already started toward the door, but motioned for Eric to leave first. "These people know me, they won't think I did anything. I'll be able to cover this up."
Eric nodded and ran out of the room and started running through the hallway. A split-second later, Stan stepped out of the apartment and raised his own gun. As most of the doors in the hallway started opening up, Stan yelled real loud. "Freeze!" When Eric didn’t stop, Stan shot him down with 4 rounds. Eric lay dying in the hallway while Bob lay dead in his apartment. Stan ran to Eric and kneeled down. "Sorry pal, but you've messed up for the last time." Stan places the gun at the back of Eric's head and fires one last round, killing Eric.