A/N: Thanks to Anti-Social-Turtle for helping me come up with this idea! And thanks to Lynn for the support and ideas. Review and tell me what you think! Enjoy!
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One Last Shot
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Chapter 1
Around and around I walked, contemplating whether I was really gunna do it. Around and around I went, occasionally putting my hand in my pocket to feel the cold, hard metal of the deadly weapon that had been carefully placed there only hours earlier. I hadn't ever done anything like this before. . . I mean, I know I'm a screw-up; I know I've done some pretty bad things in my life, but never like this.
Why was I gunna do it? It's simple, really. . . They told me to. They said if I didn't do exactly what they told me, they'd stop givin' me my stash. I didn't want to do it at first; thought it was a bad idea. But after awhile of pondering on it, I figured, hell, a few kids here, a teacher there. . . it wouldn't be all that bad, just as long as I didn't get caught.
I had to do it. I needed the dope.
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~Bosco's POV~
"She's a brick. . . . hooouuse. She's the one, the only one – " Faith cut me off before I could get to my favorite part of the song. I was in a good mood. We had just busted one of the biggest drug dealers in the city, and we were finally on break. Life was good.
"Bosco, would you cut it out already?" Faith whined. I can't really blame her though; I don't have the greatest singing voice in New York, but hey, I try.
"She's a br-ick. . . ." I started up again, knowing that I was pushing Faith's buttons. She's just so easy to mess around with "Bosco, if you say – "
"HOOUUSSE!"
We both broke out in laughter on account of my horrible singing skills when we drove up to Hagerty's. I parked the RMP and started getting out of the car when the radio crackled to life. "55-Charlie requesting backup at 48th near Riverdale High School. Shots fired, I repeat, shots fired."
"Damn it." I said, angry that we were being called off our lunch break. This damn city just has too many problems. "Come on, Faith." I sighed as I sat back down in my seat and started up the RMP. I looked over at Faith, who seemed to be suddenly stark white. "Faith?" I asked, realizing that something wasn't right. "Faith, what is it?"
"Emily goes to Riverdale." She whispered, now practically frozen in her seat.
I felt my heart stop for a short instant, but quickly composed myself for Faith's sake. Panicking wasn't going to do either of us any good at the moment.
"Faith, I'm sure it's nothing," I tried to reassure her. "Don't worry about it, let's just go, and we'll see what we see, okay?" I encouraged, trying to hide my own fear about what could be going on at that school.
"Yeah." Faith straightened up. "Yeah, it's probably nothing."
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I had done it. I had really done it. I stepped into the school, virtually unnoticed, and I shot someone. And you know what? I didn't care. I really didn't give a damn. . . This was going to be easier than I thought. . . Except for the wailing sirens of the cops comin'. . .
There were people running all over the place after they heard the first shot. Kids were running out of their classrooms and straight out the doors, teachers were panicking and trying to get everyone in order. But they were so terrified, and I personally loved it; I had the power, and no one could stop me. I was the one with the gun. I was in control
I slid the gun in my pocket as I ran into an open room, and shut the door. Soon they would have to lock down the school, and no one would be able to get out. That's when I would have my chance. That's when everything would really start.
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~Bosco's POV~
As we neared the school, I started to see kids running in every direction that was away from the school itself. They were screaming and crying; they all looked so scared. That's when I knew that this wasn't "nothing". The shots that had been fired were in fact inside Riverdale High School, and Emily was in there. . . In danger.
I looked over to my partner to see how she was holding up. "Faith?" I softly said, trying to help. I knew how hard this must have been for her. We didn't even know if Emily was inside, much less safe. "Faith, are you gunna be okay?" I asked, not sure she should be working on this case.
She turned her head slowly towards me, and took a deep breath. "I just. . . " She stopped mid-sentence, trying to find the words, "I just need to do my job."
With that, she got out of the RMP and headed over to 55-Charlie.
"Faith!" I called out from behind her. I knew she wasn't okay; I knew that she shouldn't be working on this. I know Faith, and she was upset. Any parent in their right mind would be upset about this. "Faith, wait." I called out again, hoping that this time I would get a response. But Faith, being her usual stubborn self, just kept walking.
I sighed, and started walking over to 55-Charlie, where I saw Faith talking to Sullivan and Davis. Maybe they had a lead on this whole thing; maybe it was all a misunderstanding. . . Whatever it was, I was going to find out.
"You guys got anything?" I asked hopefully.
"We got this Bosco. Go see if the lieutenant has something he needs you to you to do." Faith's words cut me like a knife. She was practically telling me to just leave her the hell alone. I knew that; she didn't have to be blunt with me. "But Faith, I just – " I tried to interject, but she cut me off again. "Bosco, just go. Please."
I looked at her soft eyes, now filling with tears, and I nodded. I would do anything for Faith, and I knew she just wanted to be left alone, so I respected that.
I traded glances with Sully, making sure he got my implied demand to make sure Faith was okay. Sully nodded, understanding my concern for my partner.
I quickly put my hand on Faith's shoulder for reassurance, and walked away.
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They closed off the building after all the chaos had stopped and the cops got there. I was still walking around all the hallways deciding what my first move was going to be. I had already shot a teacher, but that was only the beginning. I would call it warm up. . . The kids were next.
I climbed up the stairs and turned into the first room that I saw. The door was shut and locked, so I knew I had found my target. There had to be some people in there, and I was going to get to them no matter what it took.
I politely knocked on the door, being the civilized person that I am. "Police, open up." I said, almost laughing to myself. This was too easy.
After a second of no response, I tried again. "It's the police, you're safe, just open the door please." I said, putting my hand to my pocket. I heard the door handle start to turn, and I prepared myself for my next action.
The door slowly opened and I saw a woman, maybe in her early forties, standing in the doorway. Another damn teacher. I wasn't going to let her get in the way, so I raised my gun to her temple, and gently squeezed the trigger. That's all it took for her to hit the floor, her brains scattered all across the floor and walls.
I heard cries and screams of all the kids in the room, having just seen the murder of their teacher. And I was about to go over to them when I heard the piercing sound of more sirens approaching. " Damn it!" I cursed. The damn sirens were ruining my concentration. "Make it stop!" I screamed to myself.
I looked to my left and saw that there was a window leading out to where the crowd was. I decided that I was going to make those damn cops shut up by threat. I pulled on my mask and walked over to a kid, and grabbed her by the arm. "Come on." I said as I pulled her in front of me.
I opened up the window and raised my gun up in the air, firing my "attention" shot. Everyone in the crowd became silent, and I knew what I was going to do the second that I saw my brother. . .
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~Bosco's POV~
"Mo, make it stop!" I heard the voice of the shooter coming from the upper floor window. "Mo, make the damn noise stop!"
In that instant, it came to my realization who the shooter was. There was no other person on this earth who called me Mo except for my little brother. My own flesh and blood.
I walked up in front of the window, despite Lieu's efforts to hold me back. "Mikey?" I said, practically speechless. What the hell was going on? "Mikey is that you? What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled. Mikey wasn't like this. He couldn't do something so horrible. . . I didn't know what to do.
"Shut up Mo, just make it stop, or this one here gets it!" Mikey yelled out of the window, holding a young girl in front of him. "Mikey, come on man – " I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn't listen. "I mean it Mo!" He screamed, putting the gun up to the scared girl's head.
I realized that Mikey wasn't joking around, and he wasn't going to chicken out on his deal. I reached for my radio and told ESU to turn off their sirens for the safety of the girl. When the sirens stopped, he lowered his gun from the girl, but stayed at the window. I didn't know what the hell he was doing. I mean, he had gotten what he wanted, but apparently that wasn't enough.
He raised his gun out the window towards me. "I'm sorry Mo." He said as he cocked the gun. "Mikey – " Before I could reason with him, he pulled the trigger. The second I heard the loud shot of the gun, I felt the sharp pain of the bullet tearing through my shoulder.
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TBC. . .
