The Day I Died

The Gun

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Said the cop pointing a gun to my head.
I could tell you how I got to this point...but it'd be just as easy to say what I'm hoping for.
The paranoia I experience tells me that one cop means multiples. Maybe the sniper on the roof across the alley aiming through the window behind me. Therefore, if I duck at just the right time with just the right amount of speed, the cop in here will fire and miss my head. The one across the alley will register a gun fire and still two bodies and shoot his gun. At that point, my body will be low enough that instead of it hitting me it...
"I SAID WHAT ARE YOU DOING! GET ON YOUR KNEES!"
Now is the optimal moment. I began to move downward. And as I suspected, the officer missed, because he was aiming too high. I move in on him with the intent to return an attack but before I can, the only thing I notice is intense pain, jolting, and the floor drawing ever closer. He tazed me.
Smart cop, miss with the first weapon, use the other instead. Lucky for me, I've been through this. The pain doesnt last long and soon enough...

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I wake up, dazed and confused. My head throbbing, Im sitting, but I can't tell where. It's dark and my hands are behind the chair I'm in. I can barley make out a figure. A man? No, too short. A boy? No, too big. Maybe some sort of genetically modified creature? No.
It clicks.
Light emits from it. It was just a lamp shade. The light isn't very bright, enough to make out shapes, but not detail. A man approaches me and I'm realizing now the cloth gagging me such that I won't be able to respond.
"You're quite fiesty." He said, and I thought I felt him grimace. I also felt I recognized the voice.
"You're smart. You aren't struggling, not trying to escape, not even trying to respond. I'm not quite sure what youre doing, but you appear to do a lot of it. Maybe you analyze everything," this much was true, "maybe you're a super genius," super genius was overkill, above average IQ, certainly, "and maybe you just want to survive. Here's what I do know, however. I just rescued you."
I'm baffled. I wake up, and don't know where I am, or who this guy is. Something strange is evidently going on and I intend to find out what.
"I heard the gunshot, and a thud soon after. I had seen the cop, and a few things looked off, but that shot was definitely out of the ordinary. You must have done something really bad."
I then realized why I knew the voice. I spit the gag out.
"Really, James?"
"How'd you figure it out?"
"I'd tell you all about it but that'll take too long. I need you to untie me and tell me what happened."
"I can tell you what happened, but I didn't tie you up, and couldnt figure out how to undo it. The 'cop' had shot, and missed pretty bad. I could tell cus there wasn't an immediate thud, and I thought I heard a vase break. Then the thud came and I realized something was wrong. You aren't a fighter after all."
At this point I feel I should explain. James is my next room neighbor. Our apartment wall has a bunch of holes as he has a tendency to invite drunk chicks back to his place where his wife proceeds to flip, also being quite wasted. She'd slam things into the wall aiming for the other woman in her apartment. She claims that he does it to be satisfied and she's okay with it if she's sober.
"I busted the door down and the guy was surprised. He hadn't been smart enough to keep something on him when tying you up so I ran behind him and choked him out. Judging by the looks of it, he had used the butt of his gun to knock you out first and I couldn't figure out how to untie it. To make matters worse. He used your neck tie to do it, and I know how you feel about those so I..."
"CUT THE DAMN TIE JAMES!" I said cutting him off.
"Okay, sorry."
He ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife to cut it, turning on the lights as he comes back.
"You know, you don't have to be so mad."
"What?!?!?!" I retaliated. "I don't have to be so mad? A fake cop breaks into my home, tries to kill me but instead tazes me and knocks me out, ties me up, you come and 'rescue' me without fixing anything and I shouldn't be mad? How in the world did you come to that conclusion?"
"Cus you always talk about that one Jesus dude and how you're supposed to try to be just like him or something like that and he didn't do anything like that."
"While I should TRY to be like Him, I won't be able to succeed. He was and is perfect. I'm just human. And in all fairness, he whipped some people out of anger, but due to the righteousness behind it, justification was found."
"Fine, fine, whatever. Anyway, what did you do? Who did you piss off?"
That was a very good question. As a Christian in today's society, everyone knew what we were against, even myself, but not enough knew what we were for, and I wasn't showing it very well lately. I had angered the church through that, strangers through being Christian, and the government by prophesying. Too many people were angry and there was no telling who sent the cop, but I intend to find out.
"I'm not exactly sure." Was my response after a few moments of quiet for me to think. "Knowing me, it could be anyone."
"Well I suggest you find out fast. Otherwise..."
The door flung open again.
"NYPD, GET ON THE FLOOR AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP"
A couple of badged police officers crashed in and scoured the place. I stayed quiet so as not to seem guilty. I didn't want to get arrested for a crime in my own home against myself. James on the other hand, would rather go about saying any and everything that came to mind.
"Evening officers. The gunshot was not from us, rather directed at him. A false cop came in earlier and attacked at my friend here."
"SIR, REMAIN CALM AND BE QUIET"
"Yes officer, but his body is..."
"BE QUIET SIR"
"Okay officer but first let me..."
"Sir, I am going to have to ask you to lay on the ground and spread your body."
James reluctantly obliged...but that's when they found the knife.
"Sir, I'm going to step on your back to keep you down, this is for everyone's safety. I'm also going to proceed to remove that knife from you."
James relaxed and realized not to say anything unless asked. The officer proceeded to take his knife, which was really my knife. My only steak knife. Damn.
"Search the bedroom!" The officer said to the others in the apartment. He looked at me, and noticed I'd been silent the whole time. "Do you have any weapons on you?" He asked.
"I possess a pocket knife in my right front pocket."
"Do not move, I am going to take the knife from your pocket."
He leans over to me and proceeds to reach down my pocket. My mind flashes a hundred possible outcomes, but the most prominent was him being another fake cop here to get me, making my best move right now be to move my arm down in order to push into his elbow and move his hand away. As he is immobilized I could grab the knife and stab his arm closest to his gun, such that he'd recoil in pain. I could spin and sweep his legs from under him forcing him to fall onto the knife behind him that he so carelessly put down. However, as he reached for the knife in my pocket, I noticed his eyes continue to look around the room, examining for clues. He looked back at me as the other officers told him the rooms were clear.
"Alright son, get up. What happened?" He pulled out a pad and pen.
"I was sitting in here alone when a man came in dressed similar to you. He aimed a gun and started screaming abnormally. I aimed to stop my assailant, and he proceeded to try to kill me by firing his gun. He tazed me and knocked me out, and if it weren't for my neighbor over there, well, I don't know what would have happened. But you should take his testimony now. He was only trying to help earlier."
"Alright, thank you. Now you sir, what happened?"
"I heard a gunshot, and a thud, so I barged in to help my neighbor. He was unconscious so I choked out the 'cop' and put his body in the closet in my apartment to throw him off when he wakes up. I will gladly go help you retrieve him. I also stripped him of his weapons. The only thing that knife was for was to cut the tie from around my buddy's hands."
"Alright, take us to the body."
They left the room and I walked out to my balcony, trying to think and figure out what was going on. Who in the world would really want me dead enough to hire someone to commit a felony in order to commit another felony? After all, if you fail at the latter, which he did, and you're caught for the prior, you get arrested. If he had happened to succeed at both and got caught after, he'd have been arrested. So why? It's not like he had a silencer or...
The door is kicked in and I couldn't see who it was, but I heard gunshots.
That's when I jumped over the ledge.