AN: This is the product of an essay task which had to have the title of "Hunted" so here it is. (My publishing virginty has officially been broken)
"Bang, bang, you're dead." And he was. He dropped right in front of my eyes, in front of hers, in the lobby of the Dakota. I emptied the barrel of my .38 calibre into his chest. He was dead on arrival. She cried, but I stood still. The guard I befriended, came running in. The other one told me to leave. Where was I to go? So I went outside and read.
"Phoney must die, says catcher in the rye" He was a phoney, and he did. I vaguely remember the times I idolised him for speaking of not needing worldly possessions. Yet, he had millions. Five luxury apartments in the Dakota. Four farms. A sixty-four foot yacht. He was the biggest phoney of them all. I liked him. But, he deserved his fate.
"I am Mark David Chapman. I am Holden Caulfield." He doesn't fit anywhere and I don't. My dad never hugged me. I don't fit anywhere and he didn't. I am the catcher in the rye of my generation. It was my duty to rid the world of a phoney. We didn't, we don't fit anywhere.
"I was a nobody, till I killed the biggest somebody of them all." His name was John Lennon. I waited for three days. When I woke up that morning, something in me clicked into place like a bullet clicking, sliding into a barrel and I knew: Today was the day. I hunted him down, waited for hours. After I got his autograph I waited some more. But that day, I killed John Lennon.
"And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to do over the cliff. I mean if they're running and don't look where they're going. I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all." And I was. And he was dead.
John Winston Lennon
09/10/1940 – 09/12/1980
Quotes:
Paragraph 1-4: The Killing of John Lennon
Paragraph 5: Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 22 – JD Salinger
