The Cops VS Homer J Keenan ( Completed )

part 2: A Man's Gotta Eat

   Captain Craig Burnham had been a cop for over twenty eight years. In that time he had an excellent arrest record, was involved in six gunfights, been shot twice, and had used up four wives. His true love had always been the shield and what it stood for.

   Burnham was worried. Superfreaks were starting to pop up one by one, but in his eyes it was the same as cockroaches, if you see one, there’s a hundred more behind the wall. So far they had eighteen on record and he had no doubt that the number would grow. With the growing numbers of these ‘people’ it was getting harder and harder to maintain control of the city streets. They desperately needed to get a few of these fuckers on board with the police if they had any hopes of keeping law and order in the city.

   He was going through the profiles of possibles when one of his Sargeants burst into his office.

   “Chief! There’s been a prison break from Strickland Prison”

   “Great.” Burnham said “ Set up roadblocks for a five mile radius leading out of the slums, also get the K9’s and a chopper out there , pronto.” he then grunted “ Superjail, my ass. How’d he escape anyway?”

   The Sergeant looked worried.” They said that he slaughtered thirty six prisoners and eight guards, and then he tore down the perimeter wall.”

   “You gotta be kidding me. That perimeter wall is eight feet thick of solid concrete”

   “That’s what they said, sir.” was his reply.

   “Great. Another fucking freak.” Burnham swore loud and long.

   “Do you want me to get Rapshaw on the horn?” asked the Sergeant.

  Damien  Rapshaw was their chief negotiator who had managed to talk a couple of the freaks back down to earth and a little sanity. Those that he talked down though, were once law abiding citizens who, before getting their powers, hadn’t harmed anyone. What they were dealing with now was a convicted felon from a maximum security prison.

   “What’s the name of the runner?” demanded Burnham.

   The Sargeant looked at a piece of paper that he was holding in his hand and said.”A Homer Jerome Keenan”

   “Mother fucker!” blurted Burnham. Keenan was a known cop killer with a hide as thick as a rhino’s. Police from several different departments had pumped a shit load of bullets into the bastard, but he simply refused to die. It was times like this that Burnham wished that they had never gotten rid of the death penalty.

   He stood up “ There’s nothing that Rapshaw can do about this one.” he grumbled. “Get the heavy artillery rounded up. There’s no talking to this man.”

   “Sir?”

   Burnham looked up at his subordinate “We’re gonna kill the mother fucker. We’re gonna kill him dead.”

   Homer practiced with his powers as he walked and found them easier and easier to control. When he closed his eyes he could now see the gravitational waves of everything around him and with effort he could change those waves at will. Homer knew that he had to be ready, soon the cops would be coming and the battle would start. He loved fighting cops, and deep down he knew that they loved fighting him too. This time though, after the shit that he’d just done and the powers that he now had, there won’t be no going back to prison. That was okay with him though, he was tired of prison anyway.

   Damn, he was getting hungry. He’d snatched a candy bar off of some kid who was gawking at him as he left the prison, but that was a drop in the bucket that was the void that was growing in his belly. He had to find food, and fast. He didn’t see any restaurants, then he chuckled, what crazy fuck would open a restaurant around this shithole?