In everyone's life, there is always a moment that changes everything drastically. Maybe you meet the love of your life. Maybe you lose someone dear. Or you have the worst accident that changes everything.
For Mark Drummond, a officer for the Chicago...
Heavy boots stormed the back alley in Chicago as Mark pursued the heartless son of a bitch who just robbed and killed an innocent old woman over her pocket-book. It was a horrible sight to behold. Mark and a few other officers were on their lunch break at the local food truck when they heard the shrill screams of the poor woman trying to fight off the bastard that was threatening her with a knife. Everything happened so fast that she was on the ground before anyone realized what was going on. Mark saw red as a puddle spilled over the sidewalk. The group of officers darted across the road to chase him. Blood boiling, heart racing, and sweat dripping from his face from the summer heat, he got closer and closer. The other officers were not far behind, but Mark was faster. Despite being more of an IT guy in the department, he took care of himself and worked out daily. The scruffy, unkempt murderer darted to the left in a poor effort to lose him. Not a smart move on his part. Like the typical criminals in the city, he had a good layout of the alleys. Dead end. He was cornered. Mark hollered at the man to drop. The man turned and he saw the man's face .The perpetrator's face twitched, eyes pin-points, and his arms shook. A terrified look on his face, realizing what he had done. He robbed and killed that old woman for money to get another hit. Mark growled low, pure rage engulfed him. That poor innocent woman. Someone's mother, grandmother, friend. Gone.
"Get on the ground! NOW!" Mark warned, going to withdraw his gun. Not fast enough. Mark cursed as he saw the murderer draw a hidden weapon. Bang! Bang!
Nothing in this life prepares a person for the day they are shot. An annoying ringing filled Marks ears as he stared at the man in front of him with a gun pointed, arm shaking violently. His eyes were widened. Terrified, but not totally there. First murder, then shooting a cop. Probably suffering effects of withdrawal or being high. Everything was happening too fast for Mark to register, that the man probably had no clue what planet he was on.
Mark's eyes looked down as he felt a hot wetness pooling over his thigh. How he was still standing was nothing short of amazing. His adrenaline already pulsing full force was making the blood pump out of his artery faster. Another gun metal shot and Mark went down, not having much time to react he pulled the trigger on his own pistol, downing the man as he went to his knees. Pain sieged through his right arm. Mark let out a blood curdling bellow to alert his fellow officers. Vision spotting, Mark collapsed on the gravel scattered alley way, panting and writhing in pain. The last thing he saw were the other officers approaching and yelling. Mark couldn't hear any of it before darkness engulfed him.
(First update! Unedited, just wanted to give a sneak peak and show I am still alive!)
Here is Mark Drummound :3 *I LOVE Micheal Stokes photography! This gentleman really captures how I imagined Mark* ~Enjoy the eye candy!
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