Kings Park

AUTHORS NOTE: IDEA/PLOT/LYRICS BELONG TO LA DISPUTE. I WAS JUST INSPIRED TO WRITE A STORY BASED OFF THEIR SONG. SO I DON'T CLAIM THIS IDEA AS MY OWN. IT'S LA DISPUTE'S, THIS IS JUST AN INSPIRED ONE SHOT. ENJOY.

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I’m going to tell you a story… A story that is tragic, heartbreaking, and shocking. This is a story of a crime that happened quite sometime ago to an innocent boy in Kings Park. Who am I, you ask? I’m an angel - an angel that has come here today to tell you the story of what happened in Kings Park - what happened to that boy, what happened to his killer. I went back in time to the day that it all went down. I went back in time, I got up close, and I watched everything happen over, and over, and over again. I watched it happen repeatedly so I could gather every detail and share it with you… This is the story of Kings Park.

It was a normal day in Kings Park, New York. It was mid day, the sun was only a few hours from going down under the earth. The weather was perfect - the sun was shining down brightly on the town, a cool breeze flew by every now and again, and there was the perfect amount of humidity.

Children had just gotten out of school for the weekend. Bike tires screeched against the pavement, children’s laughter filled the air - it was such a happy town filled with joyful people. No one ever took anything for granted, nor did they think something horrible would happen on such a beautiful day like it was that day.

The bright yellow school bus pulled up to the bus stop by Fuller and Franklin. The children that were aboard the bus all stood up in what looked like a tiny mob, and shuffled towards the bus door, waiting for it to open. The tan lady at the wheel of the bus adjusted herself in her seat, scanned the small crowd in the vehicle, and took her sweet time to open the bus doors. Some of the older kids on the bus started throwing out profanities at the old woman at the wheel, in hopes she would pull those yellow doors open, freeing them to the weekend. She rolled her dark brown, almost black, eyes at them, getting quite irritated. She had finally had enough, and pulled back the bus doors, letting the children trample each other to get outside into the cool Spring air.

A small group of elementary school kids, around the ages of eight and nine, gathered into a small circle, and started discussing random little things such as the new Spongebob episode that would be premiering on Nickelodeon that night.

And that’s when it happened. The noise echoed through the air, it was incredibly loud. It left everyone’s ears ringing. The slight sound of it, made everyone duck for cover, fear taking over every inch of their body. The gun shot came from a blacked out van, driving by. The window was down though, and it was easy to see the person’s face. The man that pulled the trigger must’ve known though, and he advised his driver to floor it, and they b-lined out of the scene.

Shouts were being thrown out, and a crowd was made surrounding a small child. He lay limp in the grass, his curly blonde hair falling to the sides of his face. The bullet had hit the poor boy right in the heart, ‘causing him to die immediately. His blue and green striped shirt was now stained in crimson liquid, and it proceeded to drip off his limp, lifeless body and into the green grass.

Citizens shuffled out of their houses after the shouting had calmed down, and crowded around the child. “Who’s kid was shot?” A middle aged woman yelled franticly, pushing, shoving her way through the crowd. As she surfaced the front of the crowd, her already pale face became as white as a ghost. Her eyes widened, over flowed with tears that betrayed her and slid down her cheeks. She dropped to her knees near her son’s dead body, her hands clamped over her mouth, muffling her shriek only slightly. She grabbed her son, pulling him into her arms, begging, praying to god that this was just a horrible nightmare. A horrible, horrible nightmare, but it wasn’t. Her son’s blood smeared onto her skin and her sobs became louder.

The crowd surrounding her and her son just stared blankly, sympathetic looks placed on their usually cheerful faces. Sirens filled the air as the ambulances and cops neared the crime scene. They soon arrived, having to take the poor woman’s child away from her.

Hours went by, and people were still crowded at the scene. The dead boy had been taken away, and the mother had been taken in one of the cop cars for interrogation and to comfort her through her loss. “Sir, sir!” a teenage boy yelled, grabbing the attention of one of the cops. The cop turned towards the teen, “Yes, son?” The boy was frantic and his voice was shaky, “The-the… The guy that shot that boy, he-he’s at a hotel down the highway. M-my friend saw him.” tears streamed down his face as he said this, and he continued to tell the cop a description of the murderer. The kid finished up, and the cop took the information given thankfully and hopped into his vehicle quickly. He called for backup before speeding off to the Holiday In down by the highway.

Cops arrived at the Holiday In, and saw the guy on site. He was around the age of 20, black hair, tall, bulky, the gun still gripped tightly in his hand, and the most horrified expression on his face as he saw the cops. He fled up the stairwell, cops behind him, but they weren’t quick enough to catch the man before he slipped into a hotel room, slamming it behind him.

“We can’t shoot, he still has the weapon on him, we don’t know what this man is capable of!” One of the officers said among the others. Though they couldn’t shoot him, they kept their guns pointed at the hotel door. “Please open the door with your hands up, son” another officer chipped in.

The black haired man on the other side had his back to the door and was on the ground with his head between his knees, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “I can’t!” He screamed, his voice cracking. He shook his head violently, and stared at the gun in his hand, ideas surfacing in his mind.

The cops tried to reason with him, nothing could convince him to open the door though. Another man fled up the stairs, joining the cops who were trying to protest against him being up there but was cut off by the elder man, “I’m his uncle, I’m all he has, I’m basically his father” the elderly man choked out. The cops nodded, and he went up to the door and tried to reason with his nephew, but not even he could convince the guilty boy on the opposite side to open the door.

The uncle started to discuss something with the policemen around him, but was cut off by the guilty man behind the door, “Will I still get into Heaven if I kill myself?” his voice was strong, but you could hear him choking back a sob. His uncle’s eyes went wide, and the salty solution from his eyes betrayed him, slipping over his eyelids and down his wrinkly old face. The guilty man continued, “Can I ever be forgiven for killing that kid!? It was an accident, I swear, it wasn’t meant for him! If I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell!? Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself!?” He was screaming violently now. His uncle slammed his fists onto the door, begging him to open it, but failed. Another gun shot was fired, and they heard something slump against the door. The cops busted the door open, though a body was against it. They rounded the door, seeing an awful site. The guilty man had put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger

He couldn’t live with the guilt, because he really didn’t mean to kill that kid. Yes, he was committing a crime either way, ‘cause the bullet was meant for someone else, but killing an innocent child killed him. The second that bullet collided with the boy’s chest, he couldn’t take it. And though suicide is a sin, and that is why he questioned it, ‘cause he didn’t want to go to hell, he couldn’t live with the fact of hurting someone so innocent, so young… He couldn’t imagine what he was putting that boy’s family through. The kid had so much to live for, and his life was taken away unexpectedly… That boy was me.

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