Trapped Within

Reign of Terror

The wind was howling as I was limping down the sidewalk. The cause for my limping is a sad truth about him. Lucas slapped me so hard that i fell and twisted my ankle. Didn't think much of it then but i am now. It was another hard day at the gym. I was walking in the creepiest part of town... Hmmm, weird... There's usually the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. I took a long whiff of the night air. Strange not a single cigarette is lit. Most gangs hang out here, but tonight was an exception. It was dead silent then 3 cops slowly walked out, from the shadows. I was clearly outnumbered but that didn't matter. I fought way more guys. I slowly pulled out my hand gun. As the one short cop came at me full speed. If I could slow it down I would. The ground shook with every step he took. I was smirking away and then I yelled, "What's taking you so fucking long buddy!" But in reality it only took 10 seconds. I got bored with the bastard so I aimed and shot. Down he went, he made the loudest sound ever. His head hit first with a powerful boom. It was mind-thrilling how the one little bullet caused this chaos. The chaos is something i bathe in. I love creating chaos it helps me deal with all the madness in my life. In a split second he was dead. His brain crushed from the impact. The other two cops looked at the lifeless body once and then without grabbing the body they ran off like a bunch of bitches who was about to get their ass whooped. It was surprising that they even qualified for cops. But that night was the first and certainly not the last that I killed someone. It was only the beginning of my reign of terror.

Author note: sorry if was really short. Trying to make this story more than 4 parts... kinda hard doing that 😂 much love 🔥🖤