Supernova

Chapter 1: Paralyzer

Michael found himself the prey of boredom as he tapped his fingers on the side of his white sofa. A small glass of whiskey swirled in his other hand, in a slow, methodical rhythm.

The TV had nothing on, but he did, however, still find that they were talking about the execution of Stefano Leon, which took place two weeks ago.

Despite it has been two weeks, his arm still had to be in a sling, which he absolutely hated. This will undoubtedly mess with his perfect sniper accuracy.

"Michael!" Amanda called from the kitchen. Her soft, bare feet padded against the smooth wooden floor. The footsteps were coming his way.

Michael has been very tense. Maybe it was the fact he's been out of action for two weeks. Usually his job kept his mind off of his current condition, what with the mid-life crisis. Now that he has time to think, his thoughts and nightmares began to come back...

"Yes, honey?" Michael muttered, keeping his eyes glued to the large TV screen in front of him.

Her footsteps stopped, making Michael's eyes avert from the screen to her. She was standing with her arms crossed, a stern, disappointed face staring back at him.

"You've been living on that couch for the last two weeks."

"Easy for you to say. I'm usually at work."

"When was the last time we've sat down to have a family time or just go out on a date or something since you've gotten that... job." Amanda snapped back, tapping her foot impatiently against the floor.

"The kids don't want to spend time together. Little spoiled shits." Michael grumbled, obviously knowing he was talking about his very own kids, Tracey and Jimmy. They were stuck up, he had to admit, and mostly it was his fault.

"What about a date night, huh?" She shot back.

"That's like shooting myself in the foot. Fuck only knows that you'd be staring at the waiter more than me."

"Michael!" Amanda exclaimed in anger, throwing her hands up in the air aggressively. Growling, she stomped off towards the back yard, probably to go do yoga, like usual.

Michael has grown insensitive as well. To others, anyhow. But when it came to his emotions, all he felt was remorse. Remorse to all the things he has done incorrectly. How he threw away his life. How he put his family's lives in danger to do his bank robberies. How his own parents raised him horribly.

Just thinking about that made him shutter with a different type of hate.

A vibrating in his pocket shook Michael out of thought. He set the glass of whiskey on the side table and uncomfortably pulled his phone out his jeans pocket.

It was Dave Norton.

"Hello?" Michael instantly answered.

"Hey, Michael. We need you for work today." Dave cut straight to the chase. "We have a drug dealer in Blaine County that's been causing some disturbances to the FIB. He harassed and assaulted two FIB officers yesterday."