My Killer Girlfriend

Chapter 22

   I honestly wish I could say I wasn't excited for this.  I mean, I am about to mug a police officer...a police detective at that!  That's crazy!  I mean I've never done anything illegal before and now this?  But I have to say, I am pretty excited.  I had been staking out Read for a day and a half.  Still no word on the guy that set Lexi up from Stanley.  I just hope to God he exist and all this isn't for nothing.

   I mean me and my best friend could go to jail, and I don't even know if Lexi is telling the truth.  I frown to myself.  I hope she is.  I spot read turn the corner of the block and begin walking towards the other end of it.  Either way, this guy had it common, I grin again.  I was positioned perfectly.  He was so predictable, gym, coffee, work, every morning.  My parking spot in front of the back alley of this block would be the perfect place to do it.

   As he walks past the front of my car I quickly open the door and jump out.  He doesn't even notice me until I have him pinned up against the alley wall and land a punch right to his ribs.  It doesn't take long for him to recover and he is stronger than I had anticipated.  He brings his knee up to my stomach, hurting my already sore torso.  I swing at his head but he easily ducks it and hits me with an uppercut.

   My vision goes blurry and I stumble, but this isn't my first fight either and I catch him with a jab to his nose.  He grabs his nose and recoils, but he recovers quickly yet again.  He reaches for what I can only assume to be his gun and my adrenaline surges, I am too far away to hit him, so I lung at him and tackle him to the ground.

   The impact stuns us both and we both roll over on the hard ground.  I am up first and manage to do some damage by kicking him from my feet.  I kick harder as the memories of everything he has done to me and Lexi floods into my head.  I am overcome with rage, but just as I am about to land a heavy blow, he sweeps my legs out from under me, and I hit the pavement with a sickening crack.

  My head begins to throb as my vision comes back to me.  I blink a few times but my eyes can't seem to refocus.  All I can tell from the blurry outline is that Read is standing above me, pointing something at me.  The gun!  I forgot about the gun!

   "You just couldn't let it go could you!  You just had to try and be a hero!   We'll look at you know hero!"  He sounded mad, but I could tell from his voice he was hurting.  "I've spent most of my life putting psychopaths like your girlfriend behind bars!  And I'm not allowed to stop because you are too stupid to relize what the heck you are dealing with!"  He coughs and I grit my teeth, my eyes trained on his gun.

   "You know little Lexianne's parents were phycotic too.  Heck I'm the one that shot those creepy freaks, right in their screwed up heads.  Her father messed my hand up, and I had to protect myself.". My eyes begin to clear and I can see him start to grin.  "You have to understand, I was scared for my life, I mean, Mr. Annell COULD have been a wanted murder, who knows, maybe it was just my gut instinct as an officer of the law.  But it doesn't matter if he was or he wasn't, they are all dead now anyway!"  He laughs viciously.  His hand!  My eyes regained focus and I could see the gun was in his right hand.

   "Ah, but that was a long time ago, little Lexianne probably doesn't even remember, although, I knew I should have put a bullet through her too.  If it hadn't been for my partner at the time I would have made myself a trifecta of crazies.  Well, I guess she proved me right.  Such a shame though, I would have enjoyed ending her life myself."

   For a second I lose all sense of pain, my body is flooded with energy, and I go hot with anger.  I lunge towards him, shouting my hatred for him as I brought my fist across to his fingers, smashing them against the hand of the gun.  Just as I had hope he dropped his pistol and grabbed his hand in pain.  I grabbed his right wrist and smashed his hand against the brick wall of the building beside us and brought my fist to his throat silencing his wails of pain.

   He falls to his knees and I kick at him and connect with his head, I then bring my foot down stomping his already mangled fingers into the ground.  I bend down and grab the gun and aim it at him.  "Go ahead, do it, I'm used to dealing with killers like you...gah.. your pretty little girlfriend and her...ah...parents are just what started it all."  He coughs up blood and holds his mangled hand, as blood runs down his face.  "Those sick freaks are just made me relize you are all worthless lunatics, who need to be...!". He coughs some more and I kick him in the stomach.

   I bend down and our damaged eyes meet.  "You talk to much."  I say.  "And you are wrong... I'm not a killer...and you know what that makes me?"  He cringes and readjusts his battered body.  "Your worst nightmare."  I bring the pistol across his head, knocking him unconscious.