I put my gun down, a sign that have not decided to commit murder on the police officer who killed my father 10 years ago.
"I decided not to kill you, Blake. I spared you. Now you promised me to leave town, never again to show your face in this town."
"Okay, Shaun," said Blake. "If it makes you feel better, I will."
"But you better not tell the media I did the killings or else."
I went back to my apartment.
The next morning, I watched the news of how the police officers are massacred last night, except Lt. Blake who has left town after that night. I was happy of having that police officer live as a form of punishment with the knowledge that I, the kid from 10 years ago, tried to murder him. I have decided to go on with my life of being a college student after all.
