by Krymzen Hall

Created on: June 15, 2009   Last Updated: December 07, 2011

I wonder if they’ll cry when I die.  I wonder if they’ll kill me before I can intervene. 

There’re a lot of pigs out there; scores of semi-automatics to my one.  All the damage.  All the blood.  Can’t forget the blood.  On the floor.  On the bodies.  On my hands.  I swear I can feel each drip from my fingertips landing on the newest corpse.  I guess I should walk over this dead scum and out of the store, or rather, out of this storefront cover.  Hell, I should probably kick my way through.  Treat these bastards like crushed beer cans on hot tar. 

Will the pigs care about my story?  My reasons.  Hell, they should already know. 

Pigs.  Wow.  It’s funny the things you think about once you’ve crossed over to the other side of the law.  Again, I wonder about such matters.  How many assholes have called me a pig?

Guess it’s time.  I take the first step.  “Come out with your hands up, Eddie.”  Yeah, yeah, I get it.  You can stop shouting in a bullhorn already. 

I hope my colleagues remember I was once a good cop.  I’ve collared plenty a criminal, sent away enough murderers and rapists to fill Sing-Sing.

 So why couldn’t I let justice prevail in my case?

 Working in a gang unit for ten years is bound to bring some enemies from arrests and some frenemies from other precincts who - just a little bit (privately anyway) - hold grudges because I got the glory in many successful operations.  I’ve made a lot of connections in this line of work and managed to build networks with these connections; all while I made babies and built a family.  Never thought the two worlds would ever intertwine.  Never thought they would come after my family.  Never gave them credit for being smart enough to track down my personal life.  My life.  My wife.  My kids.  Gone in a hail of bullets and revenge.  Now I take this journey, through a sea of dead gang-bangers, heading to the exit to meet my own fate.

These lifeless bastards I now kick out of my way had been plotting the annihilation of my family since I collared their leader, the drug kingpin known at Bullet.  Bullet.  Couldn’t he have come with something more original?  The state of Texas executed him last month.  His followers executed my family as I was watching

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