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Last Rounds Chapter 1
By Giant Wang
The Last Rounds were fired, and all was quiet...But minutes before it was a loud riot.
The shells had fallen and the job was done, Revenge for the killing of his loved ones.
His postition was do or die, And all he had to say for himself resulted in a loud sigh...
It was over. It was done. He wishes he weren't sober. He wishes to see his son...
His life torn from him, nothing but an open road, he never sinned, and he let it show...
One day never to forget, one day that resulted in death, it was over now, the Last Rounds
were fired...
- Giant Wang/Matt
There I was, lieing flat on the floor near a pair of box seats, my back spurting with blood. It was a split second, a split second in which so much had happened in. I looked to my left towards the wall, it was red. My eyes squinting, trying to figure out if it had been paint on the wall, or had it been from me, my blood, the liquid that makes all humans alike. I tryed not to think of that, I tryed to remember memories, the good memories I had. But they all came together as one blur, one built up blur that I couldn't see through. Blocking my sight, and my thoughts. But it was almost over, I can feel myself getting tired and my eyes drifting downward. Was it over? Was this how my life was supposed to end? Questions; un-answered questions raced past my sight as I tryed to keep my eyes open...thinking, would I make it through the night? But only time would tell, time I felt I did not have. The gang members had ran around the stairwell and could not find me, I had crawled over ten yards and leaned back against a chair. I pulled out the magnum I had in my back pocket, it was covered in blood. I just felt the sudden urge to scream something out...and warn the group of men who had killed my family. But no, I didn't. I said something to myself, something soft, nothing but a whisper. "You ruined my day, I'm gonna ruin your life. Hell I'm gonna end all of your lives." It was reassuring to me, and I liked that fact. So I wiped the blood off the magnum with my shirt and stood up slowly, it was going to end and I was going to end it. I was faint on how this all started, but I did remember it. It was one of those weird feelings, that you don't want to go back and ruin the past. Maybe even mess it up more than it already is, or was. But I have to say it all started dismorning, around 7:30.
I was dropping my kids off at school, watching the gleam in their eyes as they saw their friends walk by. I knew they were the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I would do anything for them. I would swim across the ocean to see them again, I would climb Mount Everest. But really there was no need, they were right there. Right in front of my eyes, and as I finished thinking of that and everything else, they were already inside the school. Then as my smile faded just a little, I turned up the radio slighty. And there it was, the single phrase that ruined my life. "Be caller number six and get free hockey tickets." So there I was, just thinking how much I love my kids and what I would do for them; and I thought, "Why not?" I reached for the cellphone in my right side pocket, and dialed the phone number, but I took my time. I waited, until after two rings and then a mans voice came over me. "Hello, you are caller number six. You have won a family four pack of tickets to see the New Haven Kings." I was in a trance for a moment, and accepted my tickets. Tonight was the night that I get to spend with my children and my wife. Before last week did I rarely ever see my kids, I was a cop. The most dangerous cop known to live in Connecticut, that is why I was fired. I blew up a whole neighborhood, no one was injured or hurt but it was my fault. When I went into that office, I felt as if I could have boiled eggs on my head. But now, I'm searching for a job and all I know is now I've been getting to do things with my family; which is the greatest thing ever to come across me. I couldn't wait to see the look on my kids faces when I show them the tickets, when I show them tickets to their favorite sport...
My name is Damon Waters, Ex-Cop, loving father and husband, and the man who has been laying down the law for over 15 years. It's hard getting over the habit of chasing people, and telling them they have the right to remain silent. But I was getting tired of such a job anyways, I've become 35 and I sound more like my father everyday. And of course my father rejected me and never believed in me, but we are alike in some ways. I've grown into a much more childish man, who does anything for a laugh. I guess that is why I was fired, I've done some dumb shit in my life; most of it as a cop. I once got drunk on the job and wandered into a grocery store naked. Of course they called the cops, and boy were they embarassed when they found out it was one of there own men. But thats me, and now I bet your wondering; "How did this Hockey Game tragedy come about?" Well, I'll tell you. I will of course but it's not for the faint of heart.
But it was around 7:00 and I was rushing my kids and my wife to get ready. The game had started at 6:30, and I couldn't help but feel a little funny. Funny as in something was going down, something was gonna happen, but I shrugged it off. All because as a cop, you really can't go on every instinct. If you did, you'd be missing something more important. Bad things can happen in short periods of time. I would learn that later. But back to what was going on, my wife to my suprise was ready before my children. They came out in hockey shirts and even one with a helmet. Both of them standing as if waiting for your signal to head to the car. So for some funny reason I lifted my right hand and extended my finger, pointing to the car out the window. They hurried out fast and hopped in the Jetta, my wife was smiling at me. "I'm so glad your doing this for the kids," she said with a smile. "Yeah, we are doing it with the kids," I replied. "Yeah but it's extra special when you do to, you never used to," she said while smiling. "Thank me later, right now we are really late," I said while pushing her slightly out the door.
The car was cold inside, it was in the middle of winter and my ears began to feel a sense of numbness. I wasn't outside very long, maybe five minutes. It just shows how cold it was out. We were driving on the highway and I was still having a gut feeling, but with my ignorance I still ignored it. But there I was watching the road, when I heard some mumbled screaming. I turned to my window to see a van driving by with men sticking their heads out. They were screaming something, it didn't sound English. I was about to flick a swtich on the dashboard to turn on my sirens, when I remembered that I was no longer a police officer. They continued to drive past at really high speeds and all I could was scream, but I didn't want to scare my kids. The van was now out of sight and I was about to take a left off the highway towards the coliseum. I drove down the ramp and towards a short road, when we reached the end there it was. Standing tall in the middle of a huge plaza, people surrounding the coliseum as if bees around a hive. I unbuckled the kids from the front seat, and kissed my wife on my way back. My kids rushed out and stood outside, and watched as I arose from the front seat. My wife, still smiling had stood up also and was staring at me like she never had. I felt like a million dollars, I was going to have such a great night...
I stood in front of a large statue as I pulled out four tickets, I walked up to the gate. "Your late," said the man at the gate. "We know, my kids were excited and well they wanted to look good," I replied back to the man. The man nodded and ripped the tickets, and that was the turning point. I turned to see something in the parking lot, it was a van. A large brown van, it was the one I saw on the highway. The feeling in my stomach got worse, and I felt like I needed to use the bathroom. So this time I went with my gut feeling and told my family to hold on a minute. I ran towards the bathroom, turning to see my wife and kids smiling and waiting for me to return. After I relieved myself the feeling was still there, it was a kind of pulsing feeling. I washed my hands, and walked out the door of the bathroom pushing the door softly to a close. I turned to my family, still standing. My two boys, tieing their shoes while my wife kept watch over them. I smiled again, couldn't help it. As I walked step by step, I heard a loud boom and fire filled my view. It was impossible to see, people in the lobby running around and all the fire and smoke billowed through my lungs. I was coughing, and finally I threw up. My gut was feeling bad, the feeling wasn't over. Still remaining deep in the pit of my stomach. All I was really thinking about was if my family was safe over on the other side of the smoke. Just as I wiped my mouth, a man ran past me. The man was on fire, running every which way until finally collapsing. It was the most horrible thing I have ever seen, blood was gushing from his side. His ribs were exposed, and it wasn't helping my gut. But then I realized this whole time, I wasn't sick, it wasn't some problem I had. It was being a cop all those years, an instinct I was feeling. Deep down inside somehow I was stopping myself from coming. But I, like a fool ignored those feelings. The fog was clearing and I could make out shapes lieing on the floor. I didn't dare to look, but I had to; it was my family.
I stood; stood in shock. Just a minute ago, hell, a few seconds ago they were alive; smiling. I collapsed to my knees, as people rushed from inside the coliseum surrounding me. They gazed over the damage, getting as close as possible. One women saw the man who was on fire, and sat. She began to cry, and I knew what she was feeling. But as I was about to stand, five tall men walked into the room. They began to shout in spanish, and I hate to admit it, but I was a little rusty. So with half the arena in the lobby, I left. I ran into the arena, rushing into the uncoming crowd I was still crying. Gun shots were heard, and they never stopped. They were ringing in my ears, and finally there were loud screams. Gun shots would stop, quiet and then start up again. I needed a safe place, somewhere to sit and reflect. Then I realized yet again, I; I am an ex-cop and I can take the law into my own hands. Of course, in five minutes the arena was going to be surrounded by cops and SWAT teams. But they don't know what happened to me, and they don't know what I'm capable of. I went towards the upper deck of the arena, and sat on the floor behind a row of seats. People ran into the arena and towards the ice where hockey players were standing wondering what was going on. Two large shotgun blasts were fired and people fell to the floor. The players than noticed what was going on, and skated into the entrance where they had come from. I wiped more tears from my eyes, and pulled out my cellphone. I was going to take these gang members down, and get revenge for my myself, and for my family.
6/4/2002 9:44:49 PM
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