Chapter 1
As the chubby man lean forward against the counter starring into the microwave he could not help but think of how his life should have been different. He always knew he was going to end up alone. He wasn't the best looking man but he had always wanted to be a good man. He wanted to be a better man than his father. All his father ever cared about was money. Wanting to be different from his father he had become a cop. He did a good fore a while too. He became a cop and quickly moved up the ranks to being a homicide detective. He made friends and became partner with one of the youngest detective. They quickly became friends with their similar background. Like all things, life quickly changed.
As much as a baster his father was, he always made sure that they lived a life filled with the finest things money could afford. Living on a cop salary did not allow for the fine living that he was used to, so he became a dirty cop. He should have known better. His partner was too smart not to figure out what he had been doing.
Spending ten years in prison gave him a long time to think. He wanted a chance to make things better. He had a lot of work ahead of him because he had done a lot of wrong things to a lot of good people. He was hoping that he was taking a step forward in these plans by making the phone call to his ex-partner.
The beeping of the microwave pulled him from his thoughts. He quickly grabbed his TV dinner and went to the living room he set down his dinner and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. After being in prison for so long, he realized that this was the finer living; not being surrounded by hundreds of angry men and not being watched every minute of every day. Nothing was better than having a nice cold beer.
He took a big gulp of beer and swallowed it down. He notice it's weird taste and his years as a detective kicked in. he took a sniff and know instantly that he had been drugged. He felt the panic in him grew. Things began to get fuzzy and he knew that he had to get to a phone fast. As soon as he stood up and try to take a step he fell on his hands and knees. He tried to crawl forward only to collapse. With his last once of strength tried to pull his body forward towards the phone that was when he heard the footsteps.
He first saw the mystery figure from the corner of his eyes. The figure moves toward the coffee table and takes the bottle of beer. The figure kneeled next to him and he saw the mystery person. As the person poured the beer into his mouth, all he could do was stared into his murder eyes. He knew this was the end for him and he had lost his chance at redemption. He wished now that his ex-partner would had shot him when he had the chance, at least then he could had died knowing that his death had brought some kind of closure.
AN: I got almost half the story written already and I already wrote a summary of how I want this story to go so I might be able to update this regularly. However I am looking for someone who can help me edit and give me feed back so anyone who like to help please PM me.