The Cops VS Homer J Keenan ( Completed )

part 3: Going To War

   The hound dogs made a beeline straight from the prison to the lobby door of Orville’s apartment building, up the stairwell, down the hall, and stopped right at Orville's front door. Orville was scared, but not Homer. No siree Bob, that man sat in the easy chair with its bent and broken springs staring at that front door with a big grin on his face. His heartbeat was slow and steady. Homer was ready for an all out knock down, kick ass scrap. Matter of fact, he was lookin’ forward to it.

   He had raided Orville’s storage locker but good. On his head was a full visored motorcycle helmet all black and shiny. It wouldn’t stop the bullets he knew, but if it would slow them down just enough to keep his skull from cracking, then it would do well. He’d also found a fine thick leather motorcycle jacket with padding in the back and shoulders. The damn thing looked like it came from a Micheal Jackson video being all red and funky, but again, if it could slow down the bullets, that’s all he needed. Another bonus was the bulletproof vest that he had on under the jacket. He didn’t know how strong his skin was, and if they pulled out the heavy artillery, he could use all the protection that he could get. The big score though, and this made Homer real happy, was the AK 47 submachine gun along with four clips of ammo. Sure he had superpowers now and could kick ass good with them, but there was nothing that could replace the recoil from a gun in the hand and watching the bullets bury themselves into the body of an enemy. Homer almost shivered with delight as he caressed the weapon.

   Orville was cowering in his storeroom that was the  apartment next door. There was a doorway connecting the two apartments. Being a fence for over twenty years, Orville knew a lot of thieves and robbers and knowing them as he did, he knew that those fuckers couldn’t be trusted not to try and break into his little vault of goodies.So, with these thoughts in mind, he had the walls and door of the storeroom reinforced enough that it would take nothing short of explosives to get in there. It was the safest place that he could be when the fighting started. Besides, Homer didn’t plan on staying in the apartment very long, he wanted to take it outside and really lay a beatin’ on them.

   Everything was quiet in the hallway. No ‘Come out with your hands up’ bullshit. Nope, they came to kill this time. Homer’s grin deepened and he looked out the window at the night sky and was a little thankful that all the buildings to the west had been leveled to build the superjail. No buildings meant no snipers, at least not yet.  

   Homer closed his eyes and using his power, he read the gravity waves around him. He could see objects as far as his eye could see, through walls, glass, even the very earth itself. He saw twelve silhouettes of cops lining the hallway outside the door. There was another group of them coming up the stairwell with a battering ram in hand. On the roof of the building were another dozen, six of which were even now descending down the brick wall of the building towards Orville's windows. Down on the ground, they were like a swarm of ants that completely surrounded the building. The mother fuckers were everywhere, he could unleash his wrath in any direction at all and get a high body count.

   Homer stood up from the chair and stretched as best as he could considering his injuries. Then he picked up a backpack that he had stuffed full of food and two extra clips and strapped it onto his back.  Then he picked up his gun and stared at the door.

   “ARE YOU READY, MOTHER FUCKERS?” he shouted “BECAUSE IT IS TIME TO PAARRTYY!!!”    Homer squeezed the trigger of the AK 47 ,shooting through the door and along the wall releasing a shower of bullets, plaster, and wood on the police officers cringing in the hallway. Then  he quickly swung around and opened fire on the SWAT team just as they were about to break through the window. The glass shattered and the armor piercing bullets punched through their vests leaving them to hang from their safety ropes and rain blood upon the officers below.