The cold night wind rushed through the trees. The rain fell to the ground in bucket loads. The river was running fast. The water was rising slowly, as the temperature rapidly dropped.
Bosco slowly walked to his apartment cursing about rain. The rain fell heavily against him. He looked down the dark alleyway. It provided more shelter and was a quicker way home, but it was also dark. Bosco thought about his options and decided on the alleyway. He quickly walked through the alley. Walking through the rain had given him a chance to reflect on what had become of his life. There was no longer anybody in his life, he was alone. Faith had lied to him and betrayed him more than once in recent months and he wasn't willing to let it go. He knew that he was alone in the world. Lately he'd been doing his best in avoiding familiar faces, he didn't want any more people trying to run his life for him. Bosco would see them staring at him from afar talking about him as e went by, at least his new partner didn't ask questions. Every now and again Kim, Carlos or even Jimmy would try and get him to talk. He wasn't going to talk to anyone. Nobody would ever know what was going on in his life or mind. The sound of a car interrupted his thoughts. The engine was revving, the headlights fixed on the young man's body. Bosco began walking faster to the end of the alley, he could see the street not far ahead. The car began creeping forward, not letting Bosco get out of its range. Bosco was beginning to walk even faster trying to lose the car. Inches before he reached the street another car appeared blocking his exit. Bosco was trapped. All the lights were focused on one person. All eyes were focused on one person. Bosco tried to remain calm. One of the car doors opened, echoing in the emptiness.
" Maurice, listen closely to the words:
There's a bullet in your gun
There's a fire in your heart
You will move on mountains that stand in your path
Till the end of all time
I'll be by your side
Always dream that I'm yours
And I'll dream your mine
Like fire with fire, like fire with fire
Like enemies with love"
Bosco tried to make some understanding from the song. He had no idea what was going on. He pulled his gun out and aimed at one of the cars and began shooting. The sound of guns firing was heard by an un noticed old man on the street. One of the men hiding in the shadows approached Bosco from behind. The rain continued to fall, blurring the vision. Bosco hoped someone heard the shots and called for help, but in this storm it was unlikely. Bosco felt a sharp pain in his neck. He tried to struggle under the grip but was just injuring himself more. Men rushed towards him from in the cars. A cloth was placed in his mouth as another man handcuffed him. Bosco looked around trying to see the culprits, but no one looked familiar. The rain was getting worse; thunder and lightening were beginning. Darkness surrounded the city. Darkness began to cloud Bosco's mind as someone injected him with a drug. Everything was becoming distorted he could barely make out where he was. With one last final struggle Bosco succumbed to darkness. One of the men shoved Bosco's limp body into the car. They did a final to check to make sure he was still alive and hurried out of the alleyway. A cell phone was ringing in the alleyway, waiting for someone to answer it. It echoed in the darkness.
Faith slammed damn the receiver. Where was Bosco?
Hours later the storm was still going. It was worse than before. The winds were strong, the rain was pouring down and the river was flowing rapidly. Bosco slowly opened his eyes and noticed he was in the back of an unfamiliar car. Nobody else was in the car. He tried to sit up but regretted it moment's later. Pain was flowing through his body, especially near his neck. He could feel blood trickling down his neck from a cut on his head. The handcuffs were sitting beside him on the car seat.
"Yeah!" A voice yelled from outside. The crunching sound on gravel warned Bosco that he was getting closer. A man opened the door and looked at Bosco's body.
"I think we did too much." He said prodding Bosco. Bosco sat up suddenly and kicked the man backwards, allowing him to escape the car. Bosco ran through the trees trying not to slip in the mud. He could hear people frantically yelling after him. A car started up hurrying onto the main road. People chased after him; their guns ready to fire. Bosco had no idea where he was and didn't know if he could run much further. The river was going out of control; the water was deep and running fast. Bosco made it to the main road and looked around trying to find somewhere to hide. A black car appeared to the left. The men sighed when they saw the officer. Bosco ran to the right, knowing all to well that he was only getting himself into deeper shit.
Minutes later Bosco was standing on the bridge. He knew that they'd find him soon. Slowly he climbed up onto the railing, preparing to jump in. The carload of men appeared on the bridge. On of the men hurriedly jumped out with his gun fixed on Bosco.
"Step down! Now!" He yelled in a gruff voice.
Bosco looked down at the raging waters beneath him. He knew it was a big risk.
"Don't move!" They yelled at him again. Bosco stared up at the sky, it didn't look like the rain was going to stop anytime soon. The rain fell to the ground sending water droplets flying. The river raged beneath them. Bosco prepared himself to jump. One of the men saw him beginning to move and fired his gun. As Bosco jumped he felt one bullet rip through his shoulder and the other connect with his hip. The pain was unbearable. He landed in the water, not knowing how he was going to keep afloat. Bosco could barely keep his head above the water. More bullets came after him, he was just lucky none of them hit him. The car sped of the bridge, hoping they'd finished the job. The pain was getting worse, he couldn't hold on much longer. Darkness was beginning to sweep over him. The river kept flowing, carrying the wounded man with it.
"Take this, for evidence."
The police had responded to the man's report of gunfire and only found a cell phone and a piece of bloody cloth.
The water was rushing over Bosco's body, making matters worse. It was only a matter of time before his time was out
Bosco slowly walked to his apartment cursing about rain. The rain fell heavily against him. He looked down the dark alleyway. It provided more shelter and was a quicker way home, but it was also dark. Bosco thought about his options and decided on the alleyway. He quickly walked through the alley. Walking through the rain had given him a chance to reflect on what had become of his life. There was no longer anybody in his life, he was alone. Faith had lied to him and betrayed him more than once in recent months and he wasn't willing to let it go. He knew that he was alone in the world. Lately he'd been doing his best in avoiding familiar faces, he didn't want any more people trying to run his life for him. Bosco would see them staring at him from afar talking about him as e went by, at least his new partner didn't ask questions. Every now and again Kim, Carlos or even Jimmy would try and get him to talk. He wasn't going to talk to anyone. Nobody would ever know what was going on in his life or mind. The sound of a car interrupted his thoughts. The engine was revving, the headlights fixed on the young man's body. Bosco began walking faster to the end of the alley, he could see the street not far ahead. The car began creeping forward, not letting Bosco get out of its range. Bosco was beginning to walk even faster trying to lose the car. Inches before he reached the street another car appeared blocking his exit. Bosco was trapped. All the lights were focused on one person. All eyes were focused on one person. Bosco tried to remain calm. One of the car doors opened, echoing in the emptiness.
" Maurice, listen closely to the words:
There's a bullet in your gun
There's a fire in your heart
You will move on mountains that stand in your path
Till the end of all time
I'll be by your side
Always dream that I'm yours
And I'll dream your mine
Like fire with fire, like fire with fire
Like enemies with love"
Bosco tried to make some understanding from the song. He had no idea what was going on. He pulled his gun out and aimed at one of the cars and began shooting. The sound of guns firing was heard by an un noticed old man on the street. One of the men hiding in the shadows approached Bosco from behind. The rain continued to fall, blurring the vision. Bosco hoped someone heard the shots and called for help, but in this storm it was unlikely. Bosco felt a sharp pain in his neck. He tried to struggle under the grip but was just injuring himself more. Men rushed towards him from in the cars. A cloth was placed in his mouth as another man handcuffed him. Bosco looked around trying to see the culprits, but no one looked familiar. The rain was getting worse; thunder and lightening were beginning. Darkness surrounded the city. Darkness began to cloud Bosco's mind as someone injected him with a drug. Everything was becoming distorted he could barely make out where he was. With one last final struggle Bosco succumbed to darkness. One of the men shoved Bosco's limp body into the car. They did a final to check to make sure he was still alive and hurried out of the alleyway. A cell phone was ringing in the alleyway, waiting for someone to answer it. It echoed in the darkness.
Faith slammed damn the receiver. Where was Bosco?
Hours later the storm was still going. It was worse than before. The winds were strong, the rain was pouring down and the river was flowing rapidly. Bosco slowly opened his eyes and noticed he was in the back of an unfamiliar car. Nobody else was in the car. He tried to sit up but regretted it moment's later. Pain was flowing through his body, especially near his neck. He could feel blood trickling down his neck from a cut on his head. The handcuffs were sitting beside him on the car seat.
"Yeah!" A voice yelled from outside. The crunching sound on gravel warned Bosco that he was getting closer. A man opened the door and looked at Bosco's body.
"I think we did too much." He said prodding Bosco. Bosco sat up suddenly and kicked the man backwards, allowing him to escape the car. Bosco ran through the trees trying not to slip in the mud. He could hear people frantically yelling after him. A car started up hurrying onto the main road. People chased after him; their guns ready to fire. Bosco had no idea where he was and didn't know if he could run much further. The river was going out of control; the water was deep and running fast. Bosco made it to the main road and looked around trying to find somewhere to hide. A black car appeared to the left. The men sighed when they saw the officer. Bosco ran to the right, knowing all to well that he was only getting himself into deeper shit.
Minutes later Bosco was standing on the bridge. He knew that they'd find him soon. Slowly he climbed up onto the railing, preparing to jump in. The carload of men appeared on the bridge. On of the men hurriedly jumped out with his gun fixed on Bosco.
"Step down! Now!" He yelled in a gruff voice.
Bosco looked down at the raging waters beneath him. He knew it was a big risk.
"Don't move!" They yelled at him again. Bosco stared up at the sky, it didn't look like the rain was going to stop anytime soon. The rain fell to the ground sending water droplets flying. The river raged beneath them. Bosco prepared himself to jump. One of the men saw him beginning to move and fired his gun. As Bosco jumped he felt one bullet rip through his shoulder and the other connect with his hip. The pain was unbearable. He landed in the water, not knowing how he was going to keep afloat. Bosco could barely keep his head above the water. More bullets came after him, he was just lucky none of them hit him. The car sped of the bridge, hoping they'd finished the job. The pain was getting worse, he couldn't hold on much longer. Darkness was beginning to sweep over him. The river kept flowing, carrying the wounded man with it.
"Take this, for evidence."
The police had responded to the man's report of gunfire and only found a cell phone and a piece of bloody cloth.
The water was rushing over Bosco's body, making matters worse. It was only a matter of time before his time was out