There was Never Just One

Jerome

Chapter 1 | Jerome

The cold barrel of the pistol pierced against Jerome's bloody forehead. He screamed in pain as the cuffs cut through his bloody wrists, and the police officers in front of him only stared tending to their wounds. Twenty men laid on the floor deceased and starting to rot.

"Please! Your gonna kill me! Your cops right? Get these terrorizing torture devices off of me!" Jerome squealed.

"Oh quit your whining! You killed half of our partners and team. Not to mention your wanted half way across the world!" One cop said before moaning.

Jerome knew his sweet talking failed horribly so phase two had to take action very soon. His "phase two" had to work, he had no other "phases." He had to make it sound real, or else they knew exactly what he was demonstrating.

"Please I... I can really feel it... Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Jerome screamed as loudly as he could.

The officers all covered their ears at the piercing shriek. One got up and grabbed his gun, he got so pissed off he threatened to put a bullet through his brain.

"Listen we're all trapped here with this criminal that nearly killed half our team, now how about I put one in him just so everyone can get a break and some sleep!" The man yelled.

"Not today motha-fucka!" Jerome said.

Jerome tripped the officer with his legs and as the other officers reached for their holsters Jerome wrapped his legs around their commanding officer's neck. They all ceased to move as soon as they reached their pistols.

"I dare you all to grab your pistols and shoot us both dead!" Jerome smirked.

"Alright it's fine don't... Just please don't we'll let you go just, here, here are the keys." One woman said.

"Put them in my hands and don't make any sudden moves!" Jerome said while tightening his legs around his neck.

The police officer slowly approached Jerome and handed him the keys. It took a while before Jerome finally set himself free, he tightened around the officer's neck and snapped it like a twig. Everyone screamed in shock and grabbed their weapons. Bullets started flying in Jerome's direction. Jerome hid under the deceased officer as the bullets would bounce of his bullet proof vest. Jerome grabbed his baton, weapon, and key ring.

Jerome went after the first and closest male officer in the room. He distracted them by quickly throwing the deceased body in the air and sticking his keys in the man's throat, swiftly slitting it before any other officer spotted him. Taking cover, he went after the two more officers gripping his baton he went for the left first hitting him in a way where his neck snapped. The other officer acted quickly elbowing Jerome in the face,

"Ah did that hurt? Cause it sure looked like it! Getting a taste of your own medic..." Jerome quickly jabbed his bloody baton on the top of his nose making his bone crash up into his brain killing him instantly.

"Bet that hurt! Bitch!" Jerome said angrily.

Now the last officer remained with her gun up to him. She looked scared and she was shaking her gun along with her entire body.

"Stay right there or I" ll shoot!" The female officer screamed.

"Are you with me or against me?" Jerome replied calmly.

"Against You! If you haven't noticed!" She screamed whiled tears ran down her cheek.

"Well this isn't gonna end very well now is it?" Jerome replied with a smirk on his face.

Jerome approached her very slowly as she put a little more pressure against the trigger. He dropped to his back and kicked the woman knocking the air out of her. Regaining consciousness she reached for the gun only a few inches away. Jerome quickly kicked her in the stomach and wiped the leaking blood from his lip. She let out a shriek in the empty warehouse. She still had her hand sprawled out reaching for the gun, as if she had a chance of grabbing it. Jerome got out his gun and without hesitance pressed and released a bullet. The woman laid motionless and Jerome looked around the room, saw a window and jumped through it.

*

Jerome's eyelids opened holding his gun in his sleep he stared at the open space in his so called "house." An empty warehouse was all that remained of what Jerome now called a home. He grabbed his crap packed it up and headed for the rusty ladder. After reaching he top Jerome found the city and tiny people, he sat and reached for a wrinkled paper with a list of names. Some of which were crossed out and some of which were left circled. Jerome made his way down the abandoned warehouse before finishing some scraps he had found. After reaching the bottom he called a cab and made his way to his final destination.