Crime

On My Own

Several months have passed by now, each with its ups and downs. While there were many successful hits and robberies, I'll never forget the one that helped me to meet "him"

It was a cold morning in october, the wind was unforgiving in the rain. Chilled to the bone I sat outside a gun store I had planned to heist so I can eventually get to target a bank successfully. When I saw the owners car park in front of the store I held my breath. As he stepped out I assessed him based on his size and build. 'Medium build...same height as me...' I thought to myself, trying to see if he was capable of self defense. After deciding he couldn't I watched as he walked to the door and put his key into the lock. When he turned it I jumped out of my hiding place and held a hunting knife to his neck.

He jumped at first as I grabbed him. Trying to change my voice as much as possible I spoke in a gruff and low voice "open the door...slowly. Dont try to call for help or I'll just cut this pretty little neck of yours...and I don't want to clean up the mess." He nodded once quickly before doing as instructed. I gave him a light shove while saying "move" and escorted him into the store. From there I directed him to a corner by the cash register and told him not to move before I got to work loading the choice guns into a bag I had brought. After several minutes of loading several AR's, pistols, shotguns, rifles, and any attachments to the guns in the bag, I heard the man whisper "please help". I grabbed a handgun from the bag and added a silencer to the barrel, all the while listening to his conversation. "Yes I'm at the the gun store on the outskirts of town...no its just one guy. Please help!".

Once he hung up the phone, I got up and aimed the gun at his head "bad move..." About to shoot him I saw a picture of him and his family, they had a kid. I pulled back and started to swing. In a flash I had knocked him out, as he slumped on the floor I just stood there, watching the blood pool around him. I cleaned off the barrel and went back to packing the bag till I heard the faint sound of police sirens. At which point I closed up the bag, but not before pulling out a Remington 870 pump shotgun from the bag. Slinging the bag onto my back I hid behind the counter as the cops stopped at the store. It was only one car parked out front but with two officers. They entered the store with their pistols drawn and made their way to the center of the room where I put the owners body as a distraction. Suddenly I shot up and saw the cops faces for the first time.

They were the same cops from my house...but that didn't stop me. I was full of rage at them! Why did they have to talk to my parents that day? I wanted to tell them I loved them in person. So I pulled the trigger at the one closest to the door there was nothing left but a bloody mess where his head used to be.He fell instantly as I pumped the shotgun to ready it for the second cop. He turned to face me as I fired the second shot. He stared at me for a second as his chest turned red. I saw the light leave his eyes as he flew back from the force of the shot.

 Using my best impression of them from that day I spoke into their radio "all clear... just a prank" before I left the store with the corpses still inside. I looked around before walking down the street with the bag on my back. On a telephone pole was a picture of me, still worn and faded. But it was a missing flyer. My parents were still looking for me, they still cared about me and missed me. At that moment a wave of grief washed over me. I wanted to see them again, to hear their voices but it was impossible. They would be better off rembering me for who I used to be instead of this Monster who kills people. How many people have I killed? 10, 50, 100? I lost track of the count after these few months. Maybe it was best not to remeber.

I was nearing my makeshift base in an abandoned factory when I heard a faint hiss and felt something hit me in the neck. I instinctively pulled it out to see it was a dart. Almost imeadiatly I start to feel dizzy and was losing my balance. I fell to my knees, the weight of the guns in the bag to much for me to handle now. After what felt like a minute I heard another hiss and felt another dart hit my arm. Again pulling it out I imeadiatly felt the effects. The bag now crushing me, forced me to take it off. It was right next to me now. I tried to stand up but fell on my back. My vision was blurring  and darkening around the edges when I saw the outline of two men and a van pull up next to me. One of the men stepped out of the vehicle and walked towards me. He looked at me for a second before kneeling down and pulling out a syringe, which he then stuck in my neck. The drugs took over, as the man stood up the world for me went black...

_____________________Hallucinations_____________________

The world came back to me slowly and muffled. My vision was blurry but I could make out enough to tell I was slumped forward in a chair, my hands and feet secured to the chair by metal cuffs. As more and more of the world came back I looked around to find I was in a dark room with a single light on me. Knowing where I was now, I tired to move my hands and feet, but they wouldn't move, nor the rest of my body except the head. Suddenly from the shadows I hear a faint laugh and a smooth voice started to talk.

"awake at last?" The voice said "good, it will be much easier to talk when you're awake."

"Who are you? Where am I?" I shouted at the darkness, confused and disoriented

"why does it matter?" The voice replied "you're safe, warm, and very much alive. Which can't be said for the two officers you killed. Oh I know about them...just as I know about every kill and robbery you made in your life. And I know about you. Now you must be thinking why did I go through the trouble of getting you? I have need of a new 'partner'. Its simple really, you kill the targets I find for you and protect my 'investments', and in return I will keep the police off your tail and provide living arrangements and anything else you need or want. So do we have a deal?"

Without thinking I shouted "deal!" And felt the cuffs open around my wrists and ankles. Another dart was fired from the darkness and hit me in the shoulder. It didn't darken my vision this time, but instead helped me to move. I stood up and the lights turned on revealing a man in a cloak and hat. "I think this will be the start of a brand new friendship...you can call me Larry" Larry held his hand out for me to shake, and I did.