I'm testing the waters on this story to see how it goes and if there would be enough people interested in it for me to continue. I already have a few chapters written so updates would come pretty quickly/evenly.
This takes place after the finale, but for the purpose of this fic, I'm pretending the last scene with the new SecNav, Vance, and Tony didn't happen.
This was something he had never seen before. He read about it in books sometimes. He liked to read. He even saw it on a TV show once, before his mother changed the channel. But he'd never seen the real thing. A real live murder. Two murders.
The ugly, sweaty man was holding two guns, one in each hand.
He watched the scene unfold in the clearing below him with fascination. The clearing was in the woods near his house. He liked to go there with his books and read in the trees. Today he didn't want to read, though. He watched the events occurring below with avid curiosity.
The ugly man pointed his guns at two guys wearing uniforms. They were holding money and bags of white stuff. Maybe it's sugar, he thought. There was sugar in the pantry at his house. He liked to eat it sometimes but then his parents would catch him and they would take it away. He didn't like that very much. But he did like sugar.
BANG! The ugly man that had given the uniformed men the sugar fired one of his guns. A red spot bloomed on the chest of the taller of the two and he fell down.
"Give me the money!" The ugly man yelled.
"Put the guns down!" The short uniformed man said. The tall one was still lying on the ground. He wasn't moving and the red blood was spreading everywhere.
"I will kill you right here. Give me the money, NOW."
"Forget it. You killed him! This was supposed to be quick and easy. Tell your boss to forget it. Deal's off, understand?" The short man started to walk away. He was taking the money with him.
BANG!
The ugly man shot him too. Then he picked up the sugar and the money and looked around. He ran off into the woods and left the two bloody men wearing uniforms in the clearing. They were probably dead. Murdered.
The boy's sparkling blue eyes stared down in amazement.
Thanks for reading.