Twisted

Ummmmm... Wtf?

This isn't the time for jokes but, this event reminded me of, " I got guns to my head...". The gun was a pistol. Definitely a normal thing for a New Yorker to be carrying. " Get on the ground." I then thought, why should I listen to her? I can take her! I remembered the shiny metal object pointed directly at my head. So now I was on the ground cowering in fear. This was not the way I wanted to go. I haven't even been in a month long relationship! I was scared as hell. I heard the safety unlock. 3 shots rang out. Was I dead? Didn't feel like it. I looked up to find the woman with blood pooling out of her. There was a cop standing behind her corpse. He looked like a nice black guy. In uniform, goatee, beanie. I wondered why his gun was still out. That's when the interesting thing happened. I died.