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Cold Sunday Night

-Sid Hawk

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Chapter II

Manhunt

It was 7 am. I was driving to a local gun shop to stock myself up with the small amount of money I had, 300 dollars, and was looking for a place I could get some GOOD guns. Sadly, I didn't have enough money, you know?

The next thing I did was amazing. An absolutely desperate move I made to get the stuff I needed. I saw a pimp. A big pimp. A RICH pimp. So naturally, I stopped. I got out of the car and walked up to him. He looked around at me.

"What's up, baby?" he asked. "You need some stuff from one of my girls back home?"

"No…" I replied, "I need money. And you look wealthy."

That moment, the idiot found a chance to look away and imagine himself being so awesome, so that's when I took out the shard of glass I found near the window at my house before I burnt it down. I stabbed him in the throat and then gutted the thing into his shoulder. Before he could choke out his soft cries for help, I got him in the gut, then the heart.

He was, clearly, dead. I took some cash (5,000 bucks, enough to keep me alive for quite a long time, which I would definitely need) and also found a small pistol in his left back pocket (the one back at my place burnt with the rest --- there was no more ammo.) Good thing it was early, so no one was out, really.

I went into the Ammunation that I was JUST in front of and talked to the clerk about the .357, the Uzi and the Silenced 9 mm. They all looked good…but why pay for them? Hell, I already killed 2 men in the past couple of hours. 3 wouldn't hurt.

I quickly pulled out the pistol and shot. As he fell to the floor, my gunshot rang out. I needed to do something, fast. I saw the TV. It appeared to be showing my burnt down house. The reporter was saying something about a gang note being left at the scene, telling about how the man who killed Joey was gonna die.

That was my note of course, but it was true. But shit, I made a mistake. The police will know I'm on the run, and I do have a record, for being caught in possession and under the influence of marijuana. So if I get caught, I'm basically screwed. Well, not basically, just, screwed.

So I took all the guns that could fit into the belt I also took, and it was about 4 or 5; a pistol, a silenced pistol, a .357, an Uzi and a sawn-off. Now wait a minute. What would I do to cover it up?

That's when I got it. The mafia was after me right? So let's just make it look like the same thing happened. They found me and tried to kill me by burning Ammunation down, and failed. I'd also put in the body of the pimp. Then everything would be done.

The next couple of hours were fast…mostly just running to about 10 am; I couldn't remember anything up to the point where a cop saw me. I was smoking a bit of weed and then I heard him call for me. I dropped it and ran. I hid in a dark corner of an alley when the bastard showed up. He waited in front of the shadow, looking in it a bit. Finally he took out his nightstick so he could poke around through there.

Not on my watch. I was starting to piss myself off, because I kept on killing EVERYONE. I shot the cop with the silenced pistol and dragged him into the shadow, behind a dumpster in complete darkness, so the only people to find him would be a guy and a whore finding a place to fuck.

The next sounds I heard were the sounds of a seriously cruel fate. They were the fuzzy sounds of a police radio. All I heard was "On our way" then static, but that's all I needed to hear. I heard sirens in the distance.

I ran. I ran and ran and ran until my lungs felt like they were on fire. Then I ran some more. It was peachy, running from sirens inching closer and closer to you with your lungs so screwed up on pot that it was almost as if your were to die.

Finally I HAD to stop. I hid in another dark shadow in another dark alley.

And there they were, about four or five of them. One of them was a Chief and the rest were some dumb little peons and grunts. I had to take out the chief first, because the rest of them would be afraid. My deep breathing was hard to cease. The chief heard me, so I had to hold my breath, not an easy task at this moment. I held it until he passed me and they followed.

"Johnson!" I heard, "You take a right, and Smith will follow. The rest of you guys look around this alley, I heard a lot of footsteps; running, right when we arrived."

Shit, the bastards heard me. Oh well, I was controlling my breathing a bit by now, so I waited for the chief to come and he was close to the shadow. I couldn't see any others so I kicked a bottle. He came into the shadow, where there was nothing but a few dumpsters. I hid behind one and waited for him. Once he spotted me, I kicked him in the knee-cap, which broke his leg. He uttered a small squeak of pain, but I pistol whipped him in the neck and shot him in the head with the 9mm-SD.

I took his clothes, which was a pretty smart idea. I just took off the chief badge. I decided to walk around as though I was just another cop so they didn't see my face. There were two up ahead, and a turn to the right and a turn to the left, which they blocked. The turn to the right leaded to streets, and the one they blocked to the left lead to the cruiser. If I went right I would still have to go around to the cruiser and risk being seen. I had an idea. I took a bottle lying in the right shadowy turn and threw it over to where the chief was. They bought it and ran to it, which left the left turn vulnerable, so I ran past them and they heard me.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, I don't recognize him… Hey, come back here!"

I didn't. I kept on running to the car and then…

BLAM!

It missed, thankfully. I hopped in the cruiser and just I suspected, they left the keys in the car so I drove off, and drove to a small barber-shop. It was just past 10:30. I died my hair red, and cut it into a Mohawk. The barber wasn't very talkative, but just when I looked at myself in the mirror I spotted my picture on the wall with a safety-pin through my face. I then realized the barber was in the mafia…

I turned around and saw the gun at my head. I grabbed it and whipped it up and he shot the roof. I yanked it away and threw it into the sink. Then he hit me in the face. I ducked down and held my eye with my other hand on the ground and attempted to trip him. He jumped and landed on my foot, which I kicked upward, sending him onto his back. I jumped up and landed on his stomach, and he uttered a cry of pain. I kicked him in the face and shot him with my 9mm-SD. But the earlier gunshot might have attracted some cops, so I decided there was only one way to solve this.

I burned it and ran out the back door. It was about 11 now. I hadn't slept for a while, so I found an abandoned house that I just ran to. No police cruiser, because if I parked that outside, they'd know where to find me. I ran inside, and realized for the first time how exhausted I was. I also realized I had the cops and the mafia after me, and that just about every force of danger was after me. It was hard to make it all out, which tired me even more. I found a bed upstairs and slowly walked to it. I just about got in, until…

SMACK!

I took a pistol in the temple. I looked up and saw a mafia-member. The Don followed and said "Don't kill him; I need to sort him out." The cool blood soothed me, for some reason, so I just lost all energy and passed out on the freezing floor.