Grand Fur Auto - Payback is a bitch
A while back, someone asked me why I like lions. My answer was "Why not?" That should speak for itself.
Grand Fur Auto
Payback is a bitch
My little brother was only six years old the day he died. He died because he saw something he shouldn't have. Just by chance. That was all. Wrong place, wrong time. And he died.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nicholas, and I'm sixteen. But my friends used to call me Nico. That was back when they used to be my friends. I'm a gold lion. Well, I'm more tawny really, but my mane is really close to a golden colour. I'm around 6ft 3, last time I checked I was. I'm pretty lean, and I have a good build. At least that's what people tell me at the gym when I can be bothered to go there.
My little brother looks a lot like me, although lighter in colour with a really short mane. His eyes were a clear green colour, just like our mothers. His name was Allen. He was a great little brother, always smiling and full of life. Just the way I want to remember him.
My parents divorced not long after Allen was born, and my dad left us with my mom. All he ever did was lounge around the house drinking while our mom worked as a secretary in a law office. Turned out he had been sleeping around. A lot. My mother cried the night he left. She blamed herself for not doing what it took to keep him around. I blamed my father, and no-one else. I never blamed my mother for anything.
The divorce took its toll on my mother. She was weak physically, but emotionally she was the best mother my brother and I could want. But she hid her health behind her smile, and she died when Allen was three. She went really quiet, in her sleep. The only luxury death can offer you. It was only when she died that we found out how bad she really was health wise, and to this day, I blame my father for her death.
My father has never bothered to contact us, so I never saw a reason to contact him. My brother and I live in my mothers house, I still call it that, even today. I did call my father the day my mother died. It was his wife after all, but I hated leaving the message anyway. He never even called back. So I blocked him my mind. It was better that way.
My brother and I lived on welfare, as I was apparently too young and underqualified to take on real work. But the money we got was enough for us to keep the house and live happily. Although we couldn't buy anything really expensive. There were a few things we had to miss out on, but we made best with what we had.
The day my brother died, it was like any other day.
He was dressed and ready for school as I was cooking breakfast for the both of us. I had to smile as I saw how adorable he looked in his school uniform. His shoes were bright and shiney, cause I made him clean them every night. His white socks were hooked up over his knees to keep them up, and his blue uniform was clean and well ironed. I took care of the laundry each day. He stood by the table, his chin barely reaching the top as he smiled up at me as I nodded my approval to how he looked.
"Ready for school Allen?" I asked him as he sat at the table in our small kitchen. He had an eager smile on his face. He could smell the scrambled eggs I was cooking on the stove. Scrambled eggs were his favourite. It was also the cheapest thing I could afford to cook.
"Ahuh" he said as he sat, fidgeting a little as he waited for breakfast. "We're gonna learn about turtles today. And seahorses, and starfishies, and lots of fishes."
"Oh really?" I asked as I loaded up his plate with the eggs and placed them on the table with a knife and fork. I remember we had no toast, cause I hadn't been shopping for bread. "And how come you are learning about all that stuff at school today?" I asked him.
"Ahuh. Cause we're going to the aqu... aqe.. aqau-ri-um today" he said as he managed to get the word out. I had to smile at how cute his little face looked when he stammered. He was still learning big words.
"Oh, is that today?" I asked as I loaded up my own plate and sat down beside him.
"AHuh" he said with a nod as he started to eat. He got a couple of mouthfuls in before he stopped and looked up at me, suddenly looking worried. "Did you sign my thingy so I can go?" he asked.
"What thingy? Oh, your permission slip, is that what you mean?" I asked him as I faked ignorance. I liked to tease him. Specially that day.
"You didn't forget, did you?" he asked as he whined a little. I had to chuckle as I removed a slip of paper from my pants and handed it to him. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. Normally, I wasn't able to sign them, as the permission slips had to include a fee with them, something I could hardly afford. He had missed out on school camp that year, and two other field trips cause of the costs. Allen had been very disappointed he couldn't go, but he didn't cry in front of me. He cried in his room when he thought I couldn't hear him. It had always made my heart ache to hear him cry. But this time, there was no cost, and he was able to go.
"Of course I didn't. You've been too good not to reward you" I said with a smile to him as he got out of his chair with a happy squeal and hugged me tightly. Truth be told, he had been a good boy. He got his homework done, got his clothes in the laundry and kept his room tidy and helped to do the dishes every night without complaining.
"Thank you Nikky, thank you" he cried happily. I laughed and hugged him back. Hugging was always a good feeling to the both of us. Any reason we saw to hug, we took.
"Your welcome little man. But you'll be taking out the garbage for a month now" I said with a smirk to him. He nodded quickly and resumed hugging him. I think at that moment I could have gotten him to agree with anything. A horn sounded outside and we had to let go.
"There's the schoolbus. I swear it gets earlier every day" I said as he grabbed his backpack. "Now, do you have your lunch money?" I asked him. He nodded a yes and showed me the little wallet in the front pocket of his bag. He got a paid lunch once a week. Only enough for a pie and a small milk, but he was happy with that.
"Do you have your homework to hand in?" I asked. He unzipped his bag and showed me the assignment. He had done it in front of the tv while I had watched the news while I did the ironing. His writing was getting better with less mistakes.
"And your slip?" I asked. He nodded very happily as he shoved it into his pocket.
"Good. Now get going before your late" I said to him as I knelt down and kissed him on the cheek. He giggled in a cute way and kissed my cheek and hurried out of the front door, yelling a "Bye Nikky" at me.
I smiled to myself as I heard the front door slam and the house went quiet. I went to the table and started to clear away the breakfast things. I went over a mental list of things I had to do today.
I had to collect our fornightly check from the welfare office, get some shopping and then come home and tidy up before going to the gym. Plenty to do before my brother came home from school.
Had I known then that he would never come through the front door again, I would have never signed that permission slip.
I was riding the bus home from the shopping plaza with the groceries beside me. My mobile was in my hand. I was texting a friend to see if he wanted to come over and spend the weekend with me while Allen was at a sleepover with his friend. I didn't get a reply from my friend when the bus pulled up at the stop two streets from my house. Allen got to sleep over at a friends house every other weekend. I think it was cause his friends mother pitied him more then she did me.
Well, I say my friend, but he was really my boyfriend. Yep. I'm gay. I keep it hidden from Allen, cause he's too young to know about it. My boyfriends name is Mark, and he's a dragon. A red one with gold highlights. And a twelve inch dick if you have to know.
When my mother died, I had to drop out of school and look after Allen full time. My friends were understanding at first, at least I thought that they were. But when I was unable to find the time to visit them, or let them come over, they started walking away from me. They claimed that since I had no time for them, they had no time for me. God I had been hurting that time, feeling like a loner with a child to raise by myself.
Mark was the only one that stayed by my side, and gave me a shoulder to cry on if I needed it when times got tough. And there were plenty of those times. He was a very considerate friend and I loved him dearly, just as much as he loved me.
Allen loved having him around, as he had a very big dvd collection, and since I couldn't afford to rent one all the time, Mark would bring his player and some movies over when he visited. Course, when Allen was watching his movies, Mark and I would be in the bedroom having some fun of our own.
My phone beeped as I got off the bus. I put one of the bags down and fished it from my pocket and flipped it open.
Sry I cnt mke it. 2 mch hmwrk. Wll try & get it done erly if I can.
I had to smirk at that. I hated the way he texted sometimes. Made me wonder how he knew what he was talking about himself. I typed in my reply and pressed Send.
I hope your studying figures in the mathbook and not in Playdude.
I smirked as I picked up the bags and started to walk back to my house. He probably was looking over Playdude instead of studying. But he would probably get it over quickly since I asked to come over. He rarely had a real excuse not to do so anyway. And Allen was probably going to enjoy having him over too. He had picked up the new Twilight movie, and since it was a safe vampire movie, he was excited to see it.
I was smiling as I walked the distance back to my house. I didn't mind the walking distance really. I had my learners permit, and still had my mothers car, but I wasn't going to take chances. Besides, riding the bus gave you time to think about things, whereas driving a car made you think of only the road.
As I turned the corner and my house came into view, I barely heard the phone beep as I saw the police car and two officers in front of my door. My heart leapt into my throat and stopped beating for a few seconds as there could only be one reason they were there. Is there any other reason why a police car is in front of your house, waiting for you, if you're not running from the law. I almost dropped the grocery bags right then and there.
"Oh god, please no" I said out loud as I walked forward, my fingers tightening around the plastic bags. Every step I took forward made my heart grow heavier and my breathes became shorter. My heart began to race as they came closer and closer to me.
They say that this is every parents nightmare, coming home and finding the police at your door, and your child no-where in sight. Well, my nightmare was right there. I didn't do drugs, I kept out of trouble, and we didn't have anything worth stealing from the house, so why else would the police be there?
"What's going on?" I asked as I walked up the officers. They were both wolves, one black and one white. The white one was leaning against his cruiser, looking down the slope in the street. The black one turned to me from where he was on my doorstop. I noticed his namebadge as he got closer. Officer Haden.
"Are you Nicholas Shepherd?" he asked me. The tone in his voice only made my worries increase. It was kind and gentle. He was about to deliver bad news and I knew I didn't want to hear it.
"Please, let it be my father" I thought, the first time in a long time that my father had been in my thoughts. "Please, let him be dead, or in jail, or anything. Don't let it be Allen" I prayed to any god who happened to be listening.
"Yes. What happened? What's going on?" I asked. I could barely get the words out. My throat was going dry, and my heart felt like it was going to break out of my chest with the way it was pounding.
"Oh god, please don't let it be Allen. Let it be my father" I was practically screaming in my mind.
"I'm sorry, but your brother is dead."
I remember dropping the shopping bags, and the milk carton broke open, splattering my jeans with milk. Half the groceries rolled out around my feet. But other then that, nothing else really registered and Officer Haden had to catch me as I nearly fainted.
The school had done a typical thing and walked to the aquarium, since it was only a couple of blocks away. Some stupid thing to do with kids being able to walk that far. Either that, or because there was no cost for the school trip, they didn't use the school bus to transport everyone.
My brother had been walking in the spot assigned for him, a few paces behind one of the teachers. Somewhere near the end of the line. She thought he had been following until she turned around and saw him a fair way back, looking down an alleyway.
She had called out to him to hurry up, but he hadn't replied. She told the kids around her to keep following the others and she walked towards him, calling out for him to keep walking with her.
The teacher had taken a couple of steps before a loud gunshot pierced the air and my brothers head exploded as he was shot between the eyes. She screamed before his body hit the ground.
I barely heard those details as Officer Haden and his partner told me in the living room of my mothers house. The words hadn't really sunk in, because in the back of my mind, only one thought kept repeating itself.
Allen is dead. Allen is dead. Allen is dead.
Officer Haden had been talking about the details for the past half hour. It could have been more. I wasn't sure at the time. I only really heard the basics of what he was saying, in between that one thought in my head.
Allen is dead. Allen is dead. Allen is dead.
"Your brothers body is at the city morgue. We'll need you to come down and identify it for protocol" Officer Haden had said to me as he stood in front of me in the living room. "We don't know who shot him, but we know it wasn't random. We think he saw something in the alley that he wasn't supposed to see" he finished saying. The tone in his voice told me he was trying to be nice to me, but it was protocol for them to be nice at times like this.
I was unable to talk, or ask anything. I felt like I was going to puke if I opened my mouth. Everything felt surreal, as if it was like a dream. You know the kind, the heavy kind of dream your mind puts you through that seem to take forever to get through, but when you wake up, only a few minutes have passed.
"We're sorry we had to bring you this news" Officer Haden said to me as he handed me a card. I barely remember taking it from him. He placed it into my shaking hand and closed my fingers around it. "Please call me at the station if you need any assistance" he said kindly. False kindness. It was easy to identify once they've said it enough in their lives. He and the other officer left the house after that.
I heard the door close behind them, and the house became silent. I don't remember how long I sat there, but I know it was already late when I finally stood up, my whole body trembling.
Allen was dead. He was never coming home. I was completely alone.
My mind tried to persuade me that those words were not fake, that it was the truth. But I slowly made my way up the stairs to our bedrooms, my feet feeling like they were made of lead with each step. I could hear my brothers laugh start to play in my mind. I could see his smile with every step, like he was guiding me in a way.
I don't remember crying at that time. I'm not sure I could have then, to be honest. It's like you want to cry, because its hurting so badly, but you can't bring yourself too, cause either someone is watching, or you know you won't be able to stop.
My mothers bedroom was on the right, my bedroom in the middle and my brothers room on the left. Only the bathroom and toilet were between all three. I looked at the doorway to my mothers room. The door was firmly shut. I had closed it the day of my mothers funeral, and had not opened it in over three years.
I turned away and slowly walked down the little hallway to my brothers room. I could hear his laugh in my head as I stood in the doorway, looking into the room.
His bed was neatly made, neat blue sheets and a blue pillow laid ontop. His meagre collection of toys were lined neatly on the shelfs, and a few books here and there. There were plenty of posters and pictures on the walls. He often cut up my magazines when I was done with them and put his favourite pictures up on the walls. It made the room brighter, more cheerful, and less empty.
I could still hear his laugh in the back of my mind, I could still see the smile I loved, his sparkling eyes that looked at me in adoration. I don't know how long I stood there, listening to my memories of him before I closed the door to his room. The door creaked loudly, even louder then it normally it. It rang through my mind, and when the door clicked shut, it felt like a gunshot.
As soon as the door clicked shut, it was like a switch went off in my head. His laugh, his smile, and his eyes just disappeared, like they were shut off. Just like that, in the blink of an eye, my brother was gone. And he would never return.
I screamed. I cried. I shouted. I called out his name as I collapsed on the carpet, the tears finally hitting me and streaming down my face. The reality had hit home, the truth was finally found. And it hurt. It hurt badly.
My brother was dead.
I was lying there for hours, just sobbing onto the floor, my body heaving and racking with cries. I only stopped when I felt like I was going to be sick again. My cries died down and my body just quivered as I held myself.
How could this have happened? He was so happy this morning, nothing had been wrong. He was going to school, going on a field trip. He should be home now, worn out from telling me about his day and be in bed right now, asleep and safe. He should be safe here, with me.
But he had been taken. Taken away in a split second, and nothing could ever bring my little brother back.
I think I eventually fell asleep. I had to, although I didn't know I had. One moment everything was dark, the next moment everything was bright from the morning. I sat up, not quite sure what to make of it all. It felt strange, like I was awake, but not quite. For a moment I wasn't sure what to believe as I picked myself up. Was it all just a dream?
When I saw the door to my brothers room was closed, reality hit me like a hammer again. This was no dream. God, reality was such a fucking bitch.
I couldn't cry, but I wanted to. I must have been out of tears, my eyes felt like they were on fire from all the crying, and my throat was burning from the screams. My entire body rocked and ached as I stumbled down the stairs.
When I made it to the bottom, I had to lean against the wall for support otherwise my legs would have dropped off. I wasn't sure how long I could be able to stand up. But I felt something press against my leg from the inside of my pocket.
Numbly I pulled it out. It was my phone, and it was flashing across the screen, showing I had a message. Somehow I flipped it open and looked it up. It was from Mark.
Hah. I wld rthr stdy yr fgre n e day.
That must've been the reply I had missed yesterday.
"Oh Mark" I found myself saying hoarsely, my body quivering. I really needed to hear his voice, to speak to him. It was probably too early to call him anyway, but at that moment, I really needed him.
I found his name in the phonebook and pressed dial. I held the phone to my ear with a shaking hand and bit my lip, trying not to burst out crying as I listened to the dialtone.
"Hello?" came a sleepy voice, just in time before the voicemail clicked on. "This had better be good" Mark grumbled into the phone. He sounded annoyed. Well, I had just woken him up at whatever time this was.
"Mark" I began to say, but my voice was hoarse and I could barely talk. He let out a surprise gasp as he realised who it was and he was suddenly wide awake.
"Nico? What is it? You sound terrible. What's wrong? What happened?" he asked. I felt better by the genuine concern in his voice, but it still took me a minute or two for me to even talk.
"It's Allen, Mark. He's dead"
There was silence on the other side of the phone. I was biting my lip as I trembled against the wall, waiting for his reply. It felt like agony.
"I'll be over in twenty minutes" he finally said as he phone clicked and I heard the tone in my ear. I dropped the phone onto the step and closed my eyes as I felt like screaming again.
I felt totally lost as I stood there, seeing nothing but darkness in front of my eyes. My whole body trembled and ached as I stood there for several minutes. In the back of my mind, I thought that if I opened my eyes, I would see my brother at the table, dressed and ready for school, eating his breakfast like normal. God, how I wanted that to be true.
I opened my eyes slowly and the living room and kitchen started to come into focus. I felt like I was in a haze, one that I still hadn't woken up from. But as I gazed at the table, there was nothing. My brother was not there.
A small flashing light caught my eye. The haze felt lighter as I focused on the source of the flash. It came from beside the phone next to the t.v. in the living room. I managed to find the strength to walk over to it.
The answering machine had the number three flashing on the display. I must've missed the calls yesterday. Vaguely, I wondered when as I pressed the button with a shaking finger.
The auto voice said I had missed the first call when I was shopping yesterday.
"Nicko, it's Barry from EZ-Games. Your 360 console is ready to be picked up when you're next in."
I sighed to that. My welfare payment was barely enough to save anything with once all the bills had been taken care off, and it had taken me over six months to afford to buy an Xbox 360 console. We both wanted one, but Allen thought we couldn't afford it. I had been planning on surprising him with it that Christmas.
The next voice message said I had missed the phonecall around six pm last night. I think I was upstairs crying then.
"Nicko, this is Mr Belland, the school principle. I'm sorry about what happened today to Allen. It was a very unfortunate thing. I'd like to ask you to come in when you're able to, to discuss a few things."
I knew Mr Belland well enough to know he was a nice puma, bit on the old side though. He probably wanted to talk about what to do with Allens school things.
The third message actually surprised me. It had called in at three that morning.
"Who calls at three in the morning?" I asked myself as the message started.
"Nicko, this is Officer Jackson, from this afternoon. I need you to meet me in the alley behind Dominecks' Pizzeria this afternoon at four. I need you to come alone."
There were no more messages after that, but I probably would not have registered them if there had been. I was too busy trying to figure out what the message meant.
Officer Jackson must have been the white wolf that had come around with Officer Haden yesterday. I wondered why he wanted to meet me behind the pizzeria, and why I had to come alone. What was going on? Did he have information for me? If so, why didn't he call me on the phone?
I was still mulling things over about that last message when the front door opened and closed. I only looked up when Mark stood beside me. He was the only friend of mine that had a housekey.
He looked so perfect right beside me. He had dressed in a hurry, and his shirt was on inside out, and his jeans were dirty. His dark red hair was astray across his face, and he smelt like he had just gotten out of bed. But right there he was, driving across town because I needed him. One word, and he was right beside me because he cared. No wonder I loved him.
"Nicko, tell me what happened" he said softly to me as he wrapped his arms around me. His arm scales felt so warm against me as he drew me against his body. I couldn't help it. I started to cry again, and my whole body shook as I sobbed into him.
He just held me close, running a hand through my mane as he let me cry. He didn't try to stop me, he just held me and let me cry it out. For some reason, it felt better to cry with him holding me, rather then crying alone.
After I stopped crying, I was able to tell him what happened. He didn't say anything as he let me talk. I was still crying as I talked, so it took me a good while to get it all out. He sighed as I finished and just held me as I sniffed and rubbed my eyes.
"Nicko, I'm sorry" he said to me as he helped me to the couch. He kept his arms around me and held me close.
"I'ts not your fault" I said to him as I rubbed my eyes. "It was just dumb luck" I said numbly against his warm chest. I inhaled his scent deeply through his shirt. He smelt so good right there beside me.
"It couldn't have been" Mark said to me as he ran a hand through my mane. "Something must have happened to make it happen. No-one shoots a kid as good as Allen for no reason" he said.
"But why? Why did it happen to him?" I said as I trembled. I felt like crying all over again. "He was so happy this morning. He didn't deserve to die like that" I cried into his chest. "He should be here, with me...not...not dead..." I wept.
"Shhhhh" Mark said to me as he held me gently. "It's ok Nicko. I'm here. I'm not going to leave you" he said softly to me as he held me.
"Thank you" I said to him as I closed my eyes. There was probably more I could have said, more I could have asked, more he could have spoken, but I was too physically and mentally drained to do anything except hold onto him.
I guess then Mark knew that we had no answers. What happened had happened and nothing could have changed it. But he did know that I needed him more then anything, and he was there. He held me all that morning, just stroking my mane and holding me close.
I didn't say anything as I was held. He just held me close and let me cry when I needed to, or doze in and out of a restless sleep when I was too exhausted to focus. At some point, he turned the tv on with the remote and was flicking through the channels.
We didn't get up for lunch, although my stomach did rumble around noon. He chuckled to how loud it sounded and I blushed.
"You didn't eat anything last night did you?" he asked me. I shook my head at him.
"No, I guess I didn't" I said as I started to sit up. My body protested as I did. I needed to stretch out my muscled. They felt underused.
"What do you feel like eating?" he asked me. "You need to eat something and get your strength up. I could go out and get take-away if you liked. I don't mind paying." Normally, I would have said no. I kinda had something against him buying stuff for us, even when we really needed it. I was about to reply when I saw something that took my mind off of food.
You ever see something that takes your mind off the current situation, and you absolutely have to have it? Well, I saw his dick in his jeans, lying against his leg like a snake in his trousers, ha ha pun intended I guess.
Instead of replying, I undid the fly on his jeans before he could protest and dove my hand into his pants.
"Hey...woah. Nicko, wait. Are you sure about this? I mean, after what just happened...." He started to say. I ignored him as I worked my hand around in his pants. Luckily, he had not put on his underpants before he arrived. And he was the kind of dragon to have his equipment hanging out in the open.
"Mark, I need a distraction right now" I said to him as I pulled his half hard dragonhood out of his pants. "I need something to clear my head, and you're the best thing right now to do it" I said to him.
"But Nicko...this shouldn't be right" he protested. Although he was protesting, his dick wasn't as I felt it got hot and hard in my hand. "Nico, you're not thinking properly. Stop, ok? You don't have to do this now." I had to smile. He was trying to do the right thing, at least for my sake. Truth be told, it probably wasn't the right time for sex. But, if I didn't get my head cleared and my mind focused, I was probably going to stay on the couch in his arms weeping all day. And that was not the reason I wanted to be in his arms. Another reason why I loved him.
I didn't say anything to him as I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. He tried to continue his protest, but after I sank down on his cock, his protesting was nearly silenced to nothing. I could feel the heat in my throat as I relaxed my muscles around the hard shaft.
"Oh Nicko" he moaned as he picked up his hand and ran his fingers through my mane. I started to purr around his thick shaft as I moved my head slowly up and down on the dark red dragon meat. He had obviously stopped fighting and decided to go through with it.
"Oh yeah...don't stop baby" he moaned as he tilted his head back and rubbed his fingers against my ears. I fumbled my hands around his crotch and managed to undo the buttons on his jeans with his cock still in my mouth and opened them up. I dug my hand in and pulled out his balls. They were nice and heavy, and I rolled them around in my hands as I bobbed my head slowly up and down.
"Nico, you're such a fucking tease" he moaned out loud as he bucked his hips a bit. I felt a few inches slide down my throat and my nose came into contact with his crotch hair. That's right, he had pubes. They were a nice red colour, and they tickled my nose in a pleasant way. And he really liked it when I ran my fingers through them.
His cock was throbbing in my maw as I bobbed my head up and down on that thick shaft. He was really moaning by now and his fingers felt so nice in my mane as he ran them over my skull. I rolled his heavy balls around in my hand as he moaned, and I could feel the pre spurting against the back of my throat.
"Oh fuck Nico, don't stop" he moaned as he tilted his head back and growled out loud as he humped against my face. I felt his entire length go into my maw, and I purred loudly against his crotch, my nose in his pubes as he face fucked me slowly. I felt that hot dragon meat slide in and out of my throat, and I wanted more.
He was really moaning now and he was panting. I knew he was close as his fingers clenched against my ears and he held my head against his crotch as his dragon cock pulsed in my muzzle.
"OH FUCK" he all but shouted as I felt his balls draw up in my fingers and he started to flood my maw with his spunk. It was hot, and very thick. And sweet. It was very sweet and I gulped it down greedily, like a baby sucking on a bottle. My stomach wouldn't complain after a good dosage of protein like this as I gulped down his offering. He was sighing in pleasure as he sank back against the couch and let go of my ears.
"Oh Nico, you must have been desperate" he chuckled weakly as he ran a hand over my head gently. I purred loudly against his loving touch as I kissed the tip of his cock and slid my arms back around his waist.
"I needed it" I said to him as I rested my head against his stomach. It felt warm as I left his pants open, his softening cock was resting against his leg as he stroked my head.
"I'll say" he said with a chuckle as he growl/purred in his own way as he stroked my head. "Do you feel better now?" he asked as he looked down at me.
"For now" was all I said. I could feel the distraction starting to wear off and reality was starting to set in again. I closed my eyes as I felt the overwhelming sensation of what was happening settle in, but it wasn't as bad as before. It was more bearable, but still hurt a lot.
We sat like that for a while, Mark sitting back against the couch with his pants open and his cock hanging out as I rested my head against his stomach. I gave his dragonhood a lick now and then, getting that sweet taste into my mouth as we both half watched the tv.
I kind of dozed in and out of sleep as I listened to the tv. I wasn't paying attention to it. My mind was beginning to settle back into what it was before, heavy, hurting and hazy. But, as I kept my arms firmly around the one person I had left, it felt bearable.
I almost jumped when a certain program came on. It was ‘Malcolm in the Middle', and normally I would watch it without question. I absolutely loved that show. Some of the best comedy I had seen in ages. But what made me jump was the fact that it was three o'clock.
"Shit" I said out loud as I jumped off the couch. Mark jumped too, since he didn't expect me to react like that.
"What, what happened?" he asked as he stood up. He had to grab his pants as they almost fell off. It was kind of funny with the way his cock flapped about. Normally, I wouldn't object to him getting naked like that, but I didn't care for once.
"Sorry, I just remembered I had to meet someone right now" I said as I hurriedly tried to remember where I put my wallet and my phone. Cripes, where did I leave them? I couldn't remember. I dashed around the lounge in a desperate attempt to locate them.
"Is it important? Cause if it isn't, you don't have to go" he said to me as he held his jeans up.
"Sorry, it is important. I have to go" I said to him as I located my goods and turned the tv off. "Sorry, I can't really explain it. It's....I'm not sure what it is" I said. I wasn't exactly lying, since I didn't even know why I had to meet Officer Jackson.
"Do you want me to wait for you until you get back?" he asked me. I was glad he wasn't asking too many questions, cause I wasn't sure if I could have answered him or not .
"I don't know how long I'll be" I said to him as I watched him button his pants back up. "Would it be alright if I called you after I'm done?" I asked. He nodded ot that as he walked up to me and kissed me on the lips.
"I'll wait for you" he promised me. No wonder I loved him.
Dominecks Pizzeria was one of those tacky Italian places, with those paper thin pizzas with barely anything on it, red checkered tablecloths and the fat angry Italian pizza cook that's always shouting and swearing at customers. Mark dropped me off out the front and gave me a goodbye kiss as he drove off. I waited until he was out of sight before I looked around.
I spotted a police cruiser in the alleyway beside the pizzeria, and I recognised the white wolf behind the wheel. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I slowly walked towards it.
Officer Jackson was smoking a cigarette as he saw me walk up to him. He didn't say anything as he took a drag and he indicated for me to get into the passenger seat. The door was unlocked as I slowly opened it. I slid into the seat and shut the door behind me. I still wasn't sure what to think about this.
"Thought you weren't going to come" he said to me as he blew smoke out of the window. He didn't look angry, or even remotely pissed off, and the nervousness settled down a little.
"I wasn't sure if I should" I admitted to him. "And I kind of forgot about the time for a while" I admitted again. He nodded to me.
"It's ok kid. I expected you to be late" he said to me. There was no kindness in his voice, or anything forced. He was just talking regular. "So don't worry about it. But we have to be quick. I don't have all day" he said as he stuck the cigarette between his lips and pulled something from the glovebox in front of me.
"This is the reason I called you" he said to me as he handed me a photograph. I took it from him and looked at it. It was a police mugshot of a horse. The horse looked like he was wasted, and probably still high when the picture was taken. He was black with a blue beanie on his head and dog tags around his neck. "That's the guy that shot your brother" he said.
I actually dropped the photo onto my lap in pure shock. Had he actually said that to me? This guy in the photo, he had shot my brother.
"Are...are you serious?" I asked him in a low voice. My hands were shaking from the confrontation of my brothers killer.
"I'm serious" he said to me as he took another drag on his cigarette. He blew a cloud of acrid smoke out the window then rubbed his nose with a finger. "That's the guy. Don't ask me the details of how I know" he said to me. "I just know it was him" he said.
I didn't know what to say about that as I picked up the photo again and looked at it. I wasn't sure what to think. This guy had robbed me of my brother, and ...where was he now? The thought entered my head as I looked back at the officer.
"Is he in jail?" I asked. I was hoping for a yes, but my heart skipped a beat as he shook his head.
"This guy is going to be let off with practically a slap on the wrist once we convict him" he said to him. I was stunned. My mouth dropped open to that statement. He saw the look on my face.
"The guy is a drug dealer, and he's a key figure in a mob we're trying to get to" he said to me. "We've been after this mob for a couple of years. They're involved in drugs, prostitution, murder, and weapon dealing" he said as he took another drag. "But, since we're watching this guy, the DA is not gong to convict him of anything in case it jeopardises out investigation."
"You...you can't be serious" I said to him. My hands started to shake again, but this time it was in anger. "This ...this asshole....he took my brother from me...and....and he's going to get away with it?" I felt like shouting it at him.
"Even if we did convict him, he could give us a lot of names" he said calmly as he took another drag. The cigarette was far from finished. "The names would most likely be useful to us. If that's the case, his court case would be held at the latest date possible, and he'd be put on house arrest with a tracker on his ankle in the meantime" he explained to me.
"Most likely two years, minimum. Then, when the case is finally brought out, it would take ages to get a conviction. Then the judge would give him minimum five years, with parole in three" he said as he blew the smoke out the window. It was starting to smell like ash in the car and it was starting to feel warm.
"Then, the judge would say that the two years of house arrest would be taken from his sentence and he'd get parole in a year" he said with disgust. "One year sitting comfortably in a minimum security prison before he's out again, dealing like he never went to jail" he finished saying.
I was shaking in silent anger, practically trembling all over. All I could see was red. So, my little brothers death would be brushed aside for information from a druggie? And a year in prison? That was what my brothers life was worth?
"That...that can't be right" I stammered out loud.
"I'm afraid it is" he said as he took another drag. "That's what's going to happen if he gets convicted. You should know from watching the news that the people who commit crimes, they're wellbeing is always looked in favour over the people they've hurt" he said to him.
"Fuck" I said out loud as I punched the dashboard. He didn't tell me off for that. But it hurt like hell as my hand ached. But it helped a little. "So, what are you going to do?" I asked as I lookd up at him, my hand aching.
"I'm not going to do anything" he said to me. I saw red in front my eyes as I stared at this officer, this white wolf casually smoking a cigarette beside me. I was about to object when he held his hand up. "At least, not officially" he said to me.
I didn't say anything for a moment or two. I was pretty surprised by that statement.
He reached into the back seat of the car and pulled out a small bag. He handed it to me. It felt bulky, and heavy.
"See that car over there?" he said to me as he pointed out a green saber that was parked across the seat. I nodded. "We impounded that car when a drugged out drunkie was driving it on the freeway. The licence plates are false, so you won't worry about getting it recognised" he said to me. He then handed me a small envelope.
"Keys are in there. And the address of where he'll be tonight" he said to me as he finished his cigarette, but he didn't flick the butt out the window. He just rolled it around in his fingers.
"What...what am I supposed to do?" I asked him. I didn't open the bag. To be honest, I was rather afraid of doing it.
"Whatever you feel like doing" he said to me as he flicked the butt out of the window. "Officially, I don't know anything about this. I don't know you, and I didn't meet you here. If you get caught, you're on your own" he said to me. "Unofficialy" he said as he leant across the seat. "Unofficially, I don't feel right about not giving you a chance to do what you think is right here" he said to me.
He started up the car without saying anything. The meeting was over. I held onto the bag, the envelope and the photo as I got out. He drove off without looking back. For a moment I stood there, watching him go as I wondered what to do. Then I looked over at the green saber, and I started to walk towards it.
When I reached the car, I stood there for a moment. What was I supposed to do? Did all that just happen? Could I really do something about this? I stood there for a few minutes, just absorbing it all before I ripped open the enveloped and pulled out the key to the car.
I was watching the street corner, waiting for the horse to show up. It was late. Almost midnight. The note in the envelope had said the bastard would be at this corner at midnight. I had been waiting for around half an hour, my car perched at the top of a hill that overlooked the corner. The spot I was watching was illuminated by a streetlight. I could see everything.
I took a sip of my Starbucks and kept watch. Someone, hopefully the previous driver, had left a fifty in the glovebox. I thought I deserved a treat. I had never drunk Starbucks before, but I had to admit it was quite nice. As far as coffee went anyways. Besides, the fifty made up for the fact the car stunk. It smelt like piss and cigar smoke.
A flicker of movement made me put my coffee down as I saw a figure walk into the spotlight. My heart skipped a beat. It was the horse. He was hunched over and had his hands in his pockets. He was looking around, like he was looking for something.
I nodded once to myself as he stood on the corner and looked around. Officer Jackson must have set up a deal for him to attend to. Otherwise how else would he be there? The horse shivered a little and looked around again. I could see from where I was that the horse was nervous, and more then likely wasted.
As I watched, I felt my anger rise. This was the bastard that shot my brother, and would get away with it. My heart was beating faster and I gripped the wheel with my hands until the knuckles turned white. I hissed as I drew my lips back and glared at the horse.
Could I kill him? Could I really do it? That was what I was there for, to get justice that wouldn't be given to him by anyone else but me. But was I able to end his life, and live with it?
My neighbour once had kittens. I didn't know he had them at first. If I did, Allen would have found out and begged me to get one. He wanted a pet, but I would not have been able to afford the pet food each week. I found out the guy had kittens when I went into the back alley for the trashcans and found him by a crate, hitting the kittens on the head with a hammer.
It was the most barbaric thing I had ever heard, those innocent little mewls of kittens getting silenced for good. I felt sick as I saw him lift the hammer and bring it down, and a little life was ended. I went up to him and demanded to know why he was doing such a horrible thing.
"The parents are brother and sister" he had said calmly to me. "And they'll most likely grow up retarded" he said with a shrug to me.
I had to go back to my home and be sick in the bathroom when he said that. Was that the reason the kittens had to die that day? Because there was a chance they would end up stupid? I asked myself that day, how someone could end a life so easily and not feel bad about it?
As I stared down the horse from where I was, I knew the answer to that question. The guy could kill them, because he was comfortable with the reason why they had to die. I hadn't been then, but now, I was comfortable with the reason this horse had to die. And I would not regret it in the slightest.
The horse waited for about five minutes, getting more anxious as his ‘buyer' was failing to turn up. I watched him every moment until he decided to walk across the road, obviously having been done waiting.
I flicked on the headlights. They lit up the road and landed on the horse. He stumbled a little in surprise and held his hand up to his head in front of his eyes as he looked my way. I flicked the key in the ignition. The car rumbled to life and purred for a moment. The horse looked relieved. I bet he thought it was just someone turning out to leave.
I revved the engine. The purr turned into a loud roar as the noise echoed in the quiet street. The horse dropped his smile and stared confused as I revved the engine again. Another loud roar echoed into the night and I think he was ready to wet himself.
With a smirk, I flicked the car into gear, and planted my foot on the accelerator. The car flew into the street as I aimed it at the horse.
He broke out of his stare and ran. I thought I heard him scream something like "Holy fucking asswipe" or something. He didn't run away in the same direction the car was heading, like most people did. As if you could outrun a car that was faster then you. Instead, he ran to the right and down the street, keeping on the sidewalk.
I had to slam on the brakes and turn the wheel as I overshot the corner. The cars wheels screamed against the pavement as the car turned and fell still for a moment, the engine running loudly. I didn't feel the rush you normally would, or the endorphins that made you live for the moment. No, my mind was clearer and more focused then it had been these past two days. I clicked the car into gear and drove it forward and around the corner.
Another car started up and lit up the street as it drove out from its parked space. He sped away quickly, his tyres squealing on the pavement as I locked the wheel in place and sped after him. The chase was on.
He turned left and so did I. He drove down the hill and turned onto the mainstreet and didn't stop. The light on the corner turned red, but I sped through anyway, my car landing with a thud on the street as it rocked on his suspension, trying to right itself. Sparks flew with the contact of metal on road as the car bounced. A car squealed to a stop and honked its horn at me, but I paid it no mine as I drove after my target.
"Fuck you" I shouted without looking as I sped after the horse. Like I was going to worry about someone obeying the roadrules. He weaved beside a four wheeler and sped on. I didn't bother overtaking as there was little traffic on the roads this time of night.
He sped down the mainstreet, weaving across the lanes in a pathetic attempt to lose me. His car was not fast. It was one of those beatup kinds that you couldn't identify cause of all the rust and crap. It was a pathetic dealers car that couldn't even outrun cops at full speed. I would have no trouble with chasing him.
The saber had good handling, but it wasn't the best car around. I doubted it could have raced in Nascar or whatever, but it was good enough to chase after this asshole as I sped it through the streets. The car was able to turn the corners well enough, but probably not anything more then that. But I didn't care. I could follow the fucker.
He drove down into a side street and I turned the car after him. He drove straight and turned right, then turned left into another street. I almost overshot it and came dangerously close to hitting the wall as I turned the car after him.
Why didn't driving school ever teach you these kind of tricks so you don't crash if your chasing or being chased?
I could see him trying to avoid me as he hastily drove into another street and sped away. I sped up after him after turning the corner. Thankfully, this street was long and didn't have a corner to curve around for a kilometre or two. I grinned as I gave chase, my headlights lighting up the back of his car.
"You ain't getting away, you fucking asshole" I said out loud as, with a flick of my finger, the headlights turned into highlights. I knew his eyes would be blinded as long as I kept them on, or unless he didn't have a rearview. I smirked as I watched him swerve for a moment, then righted himself and didn't swerve again. Obviously, he had removed the obstacle.
But his car was still slow. As we sped down the street, I pressed down harder on the accelerator and gripped the wheel as the gap between us grew smaller. I could make out his licence plate as the back of his car grew larger. I didn't let up on the accelorater.
THUNK! The bumpers on our cars made contact and I felt the impact as the car rocked. His car swerved a little, but he righted it almost at once as I pressed down again.
BAM!! Another collision on the back of his car and his car swerved again, this time harder. The back of his car was dented, the bumper caved in slightly and stuck out on the right end as he righted his car.
I shot a glance up ahead. The road was coming to a close. And there was only one turning. The horse would have no choice but to go that turn. I knew what would happen if I slammed into him again, especially since this turn was on a ramp that led onto the street below. At that moment, I let all the anger I had been building up press down on the accelerator.
CRASH!!! The ends of our car met together and I slammed on the brakes as soon as I heard the collision. Horseboy didn't and his car swerved, right as he tried to turn it against the turn in the road.
His car made a loud crash as it collided side on against the railing on the road, and it flipped over, the speed he was going too fast to make him just crash there. I squealed to a stop as I watched his car flip over and land on the ground with a loud crashing nose that sounded like steel and glass exploding together.
For a moment, I didn't do anything. I just sat idly there, the engine running in a loud but stable purr for a few minutes. I felt strangely calm. I wasn't excited as I should have been, considering I had just been in a car chase and probably should have crashed several times by now.
Where was the rushing high? Where was the excitement? I had none, to be perfectly honest. I was calm. Maybe it was the thought of doing something about this asshole that kept me calm all night. Or maybe, because I had someone to be an outlet on for everything I felt.
After what seemed like ages, but was only a couple of minutes, I flicked the key in the ignition and turned the car off. I grabbed the cash, the envelope and the bag and opened the door to the car. I didn't bother with my coffee, since it was over the floor now. I doubted the smell would have made any difference.
I walked down to the railing and looked over it. The car was right side up, although the passenger side was crumpled and caved in, obviously the side the car had landed on. The car was silent, the engine dead, and I couldn't see any movement on the inside.
For his sake, he should have been dead.
I walked down the ramp and stuffed the cash and envelope into my pocket. My heart was calm as I unzipped the bag and pulled out the only piece of item that had been in it.
It was a micro sub machine gun. A Tech Nine, I was assuming at the time. Or it could have been an UZI 9mm. Maybe. All I knew was it was small, and the magazine clip had at least fifty bullets in it. Up until then, I wasn't sure I was going to pull the trigger. Maybe I didn't have to.
I approached the car slowly. The driver side door suddenly creaked open as the horse somehow managed to crawl out and onto the ground. He was retching and was bleeding from a deep cut on his face. He looked up at me as he gasped for breath as he laid on his hands and knees.
"What..what the fuck do you want?" he shouted at me. I didn't answer. I just stared down at him. He looked up at me and saw the gun in my hand. "You...you fucking asshole" he spat out. "You..you're trying to kill me? What gives you that right you bastard?" I just kicked him in the side. He cried out in pain and crumpled over. From the way he was holding his side, a rib or two must have been broken. I had been lucky in where I kicked him.
"You fucking asshole" I spat at him as I stomped my foot down on his hand. He yowled out in pain as I heard something break and he writhed on the ground as he held his hand against his chest.
"Fuck you" he shouted out as he glared up at me. "What the fuck do you want? Just fucking take it and leave me alone you fucking cunt" he shouted at me.
"What do you think I want?" I said as I aimed the gun at him. He shut up when he saw it aimed at him. But not for long.
"How the fuck should I know?" he shouted at me. "I ain't ever seen you before" he said as he dragged himself up into a sitting position. He tried to edge backwards, but I slammed my foot down on his ankle. He howled out in misery and clutch at his foot, but he didn't move backwards anymore.
"You killed my brother yesterday" I said calmly. I kept the gun firmly on his face as I spoke. He looked up at me in confusion.
"What? I didn't kill anyone. You're going to pay for this" he spat at me. It hit my pants. It was red. He was bleeding on the inside. Like I cared. "I got connections, big connections. And when they find out you beat me up, they'll kill you" he said with a sneer.
"You killed my little brother. He was six years old and walking with his school" I said coldly. A look of realisation came across his face as he realised what I was talking about.
"You...you're that kids brother?" he stammered as he looked up at me.
"Yes, I am. And you shot him between the eyes" I said to him as I glared down at him.
"Hey man, I-I didn't mean to shoot him" he said as he whimpered, as he looked up at me. "I had to do it, I had no choice."
Cold fury welled up inside me, and with all my strength, I kicked him between the legs. He screamed loudly in pain as he crumpled over and spat up blood as he choked from the pain.
"Didn't fucking mean to?" I spat down at him. I kicked him in the side again and he howled in pain. "You had to do it? He was fucking six years old" I shouted at him as I aimed another kick as his side. He spat up more blood and howled in misery. "You shot a little kid for no reason, you fucking asshole."
"Please man, don't kill me" he begged as he looked up at me. His face was streaked with tears and blood was dripping down his chin. "Please, I didn't mean to do it. Please man, don't kill me" he begged.
I glared down at him. He was begging for his life, and he expected me to just leave him alone? Criminals always did this. They killed people, they hurt people, the did unspeakable things to other people, and then, when confronted with their sins, they begged to not have justice done to them. They always begged, hoping someone would actually consider being nice to them.
"You pathetic piece of shit" I spat at him. I could hear sirens in the distance, but I ignored them. "You expect me to let you live after you took my little brother from me?" I spat. He looked at me and opened his mouth to speak, but I kicked him again and he cried out in pain.
"Did my brother beg? Did he get a chance to beg you not to kill him? Did he get a chance to live?" I shouted at him as I aimed the gun at his face. The horse looked at the barrel and looked at me and shook his head with a ‘no'.
"Please man..." he begged me, whimpering with pain and fear. "I'm begging you, don't kill me" he whimpered out loud. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked up at me, pleading for his life. He didn't care about what he did, he wasn't sorry. He just didn't want to die.
"My brother didn't get a chance to beg. Why should you?" I said as I glared down at him. All I could see, was my little brother waving to me as he ran out of the front door, a happy smiled plastered on his face as he ran outside. I could hear him laughing, happy to be going on a school field trip for once. The only trip he was likely to be taking for a while. He hadn't even gotten close to the aquarium.
And the bleeding, beat up horse on the ground beside his crashed car had killed him, and he was begging for his life, a chance my brother never got. In one instant, my brother died. In this instant, so would his killer. I didn't give him time to beg, or even to open his mouth.
One squeeze of my finger and the gun fired into life. The bullets spewed out and into the horses face. The clinking sound of the bullet shells flying out and littering the pavement was drowned out by the roar of the gun as the fire from the bullets lit up the area around us like flashes on a camera. I kept my finger firmly on the trigger until the last bullet blew out and the gun click, the magazine empty.
Every bullet was spewed out and had peppered the remains of the horses head and his torso. His face was completely blown off and splattered along the ground. His torso was like swiss cheese, his shirt dripping with fresh blood. Bullet shells littered the ground around my feet, smoking slightly.
I should have felt nauseous as I stared down at the fresh corpse, killed by my hand. Should I have felt better? Should I have felt remorse? What should I have felt as I looked down at my brothers killer, whose life was just blown away?
I remembered the kittens as I dropped the gun and started to walk away as the sirens grew louder. How the kittens had their life ended by someone who thought they should die. My neighbour had lived with what he did, due to his belief in the reason they should die.
By the time the cops pulled up, I was already a couple of blocks away. I had thrown the bag into a trashcan and ripped up the envelope, sending the papers in the breeze. I didn't look back.
I soon found a bustop and I sat down on the bench. I was calm, even headed even. My heart wasn't racing as I sat there, looking across the street. I wasn't sure how long I sat there. It must have been maybe half an hour or more, perhaps. But soon I saw the headlights of the bus appear not long after.
I paid my fare and sat at the back of the bus and pulled out my phone. I dialled a number in the phone book and waited for the dialtone to end.
"Hello?" came Marks voice as he picked it up. I was a little surprised to hear him so fresh. He should have been asleep by now.
"How come you're not asleep yet? I thought I was going to wake you up" I said to him as the bus pulled away. It started to head down in the direction of the mainstreet, towards the crash. My heart stayed calm however.
"I was waiting for you to call me" he confessed. "I did say I was going to wait for you. I was worried" he admitted to me. I had to smile to that.
"It's ok Mark. I'm all done. It's all finished" I said to him as I looked out my window. I could see the flashing lights in the distance from where the police were, observing the crime scene. "It's all over with" I said as the lights vanished from view.
"Do you want me to still come over?" Mark asked me. I smiled. He was so sweet. "I would feel better, knowing you weren't alone" he added.
"I'll meet you at my house. I won't be long" I said to him.
"Sure thing" he said. "I'll be about twenty minutes or so" he promised. "So I'll see you at your place."
"Hey Mark" I said as I stopped looking out of the window.
"Yeah?" he asked, sounding curious.
"I love you" I said softly to him.
"I love you too" he said, just as softly back as he hung up. No wonder I loved him so much. I smiled as I hung up as well and tucked my phone back in my pocket. I leant my head back and closed my eyes.
A single tear fell from my eye and ran down my cheek as I remembered those kittens. My neighbour could live with his decision. And so could I. I could live with ending his life. My brother was gone, but, as the bus headed towards the next stop, I saw my little brother leave the house, a happy smile on his face as he ran towards the door.
He had been happy that morning. And that, that little moment where he had been truly happy for once, was the way I wanted to remember him.
On the other side of town, the docklands were silent. Only the sound of the boats in the water bobbing back and forth against the piers could be heard. There were no lights on as the piers were closed at this time of night, only the moon and the barely visible stars shone down on the dark waters.
A cars headlight broke the darkness as it drove out to the end of one of the piers. Its engine was purring slightly before it switched off, but the headlights stayed on. The car sat idle for a minute or so, only a faint movement in the drivers side giving any indication the car was occupied. The drivers side door opened up and a dark figure emerged and slammed it shut.
A faint glow came from the figures head as a cigarette was breathed down on, the ash crawling back, flaring the tip for a moment before the figure exhaled and the tip faded slightly. A clunk was heard as the boot of the car was opened and the light from within revealed the driver, and the contents.
"Do you know what I hate about this job?" Officer Jackson said as he looked down at Haden, bound and gagged in thick leather straps. Hadens face was badly beaten up and his left eye was swollen. He tried to speak up against his partner, but all that came out was muffled grunts from the ballgag in his mouth.
"What I hate most is that people like you exist in it" Officer Jackson said calmly as he grabbed Haden by the front of his uniform and hauled him out of the trunk like a sack of meat. "See, we're supposed to serve and protect, but everyone thinks the law is corrupted. And in many cases, people are right about us" he said as he dragged his partner along the ground. Haden struggled, but his bounds were too tight against him.
"And, cops like you, think they can get away with anything because they have a badge that puts them above everyone else" Officer Jackson said as he reached the end of the pier. He grabbed Hadens front and hauled him to his feet. Haden struggled a bit, and was rewarded with a harsh slap against his face.
"Stand up you fucking cunt" Officer Jackson spat out at him. "You stand with some fucking dignity in your life for once you asshole" he snarled. Haden managed to stand up somewhat, but it was difficult to hold himself completely steady with his bounds.
"Tell me something, was it really worth it?" Officer Jackson said as he removed his gun from its holster. Haden tried to protest, but his muffled cries fell on deaf ears.
"See, I thought something was up when you strongly apposed looking into the dealer and what he did. We all knew he worked that street, but you wanted no-one working on the case, coming up with that mob stuff as an excuse. So, I went snooping" Officer Jackson said as he unhooked the barrel of his gun and spun it around slowly as he stared at his partner.
"After all, everyone else in the force was shocked to learn of the death of six year old by bullet between the eyes. Everyone was affected by the news, everyone, except you" he said as he looked his partner in the eyes. "Why was that, do you think?" he asked. "Why did you, of all people in the precinct, not want anything done?"
"I looked through your locker while you were in the stations showers. Thankfully, you give yourself a handjob in the stalls so I didn't have to hurry. But I found the reason why in your hat" he said. Haden glared at his partner and made a futile attempt to struggle out of his bounds, but all he did was sway on his feet. Officer Jackson grabbed him by the front of his shirt and held him steady.
"You were in the alley that day, and the little boy Allen happened to see you there, with the drug dealer we had been following. All he probably saw was an officer talking to a horse" he said as he spun the barrel again, as he looked into his partners beaten face.
"But you didn't think that. You thought he saw the deal you two were making, an officer buying drugs from a local drug dealer" he said. "So, knowing you couldn't take care of him cause every police officer carries police standard bullets, you made the dealer shoot him" he said as he spun the barrel again. Haden swore against the gag and shouted angrily, but Officer Jackson ignored him.
"Tell me, was it really worth it?" Officer Jackson said as he pushed the barrel back into place and raised the gun up against Hadens face, between his eyes. "Was it really worth killing a six year old boy for sixty grams worth of E?" he asked as he pulled the trigger.
The gunshot echoed against the empty piers and for a moment it hung in the air as the only sound, and then it was joined by a large splash, before it all went calm.