Ok here's part 4 (sorry about the dealy, but before that here's a poem)
Lights in the sky flash, and the sound of rumbles follows forth, the tears of the sky cascade down the window of my prison as I watch them dribble down.
Now on to the story!
Jack laid back in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He thought, not just about what had happened today. He thought about what had happened three years ago, the beginning of his decent. It was all because of a woman. She had been the victim of domestic desputes for about six months. She had been living with a large man, he was abusive. The first call Jack had been on involving her he had split her lip, nose and gave her a nice black eye. He insisted that she had been the instigator. If she had been she couldn't really hit him, no bruises on him. She loved him, or so she had said. Jack got to learn more about her, he saw that she had once loved him. Now though, now she feared him with her life. He had slowly become more and more intrested in her. A bad move on his behalf.....a damn foolish move. She had begun to slowly fall for him. after 3 months of talking the man she lived with wisened up ( his senses and mind had been dulled by 4 years of methanphetimine usage. His anger however got stronger) He had beaten her baddly and broke her arm. Jack went to arrest him when he was surprised by seeing a 357.magnum blow a hole through her apartment door. He kicked the door down and yelled at him, saying that jack was to blame. He had been hopped up on meth, he was discharging rounds about the complex where he lived. Jack shot at him three times. The first round hit him in the calf, the second struck him in the stomach the third was in the throat. Jack had run past the oaf as he bled. He should have called the paramedics but he had someone else in mind. Someone else who should live. He ran into there apartment and saw her. Her head in a noose. She stood on a chair.
"I'm sorry jack......" She said as she kicked the chair out from under her feet. Her neck snapped loudly. Jack had begun to run towards her, he crumpled to his knees and began to cry. Her honey blonde hair covered her face. Never would thos doe brown eyes ever flicker again. Jack felt the bile rise in his gut and ran towards the bathroom. He felt ill and vomitted, just as it had happened all three years ago it happened now. He had been the only one to her funeral. He placed flowers at her grave. From the precinct he was on a 10 month paid suspension.
The beast stirred. He felt something. He felt the regret of someone. A strong feeling of regret. The beast thought that perhaps he could manipulate this. He smiled and thought. He thought and grinned.
 Azalin · Sun Mar 20, 2005 @ 09:46pm · 1 Comments |
