Friday, January 01, 2010


























Jackson stepped into the room and saw his girl friend tied to a chair with the robber standing beside her. He pointed to the pistol on the table beside him.

"Pick it up!" Ordered the masked man.

"I said pick it up now!" He ordered again, this point pushing the .38 pistol against the side of her forehead.

Seeing his beloved in such pain, he bent down to pick up the pistol on the floor, bearing the excruciating pain as blood oozed from his shin.

"Put it to your brain, Blow it!" commanded the robber.

"Will you really let her go?!" He asked.

"Shut your trap and take it like a man! Do it!" the robber commanded the second time.

"No! Please! Kill me instead! Jackson! No! Don't do it!" pleaded the girl.

As he held the gun to the side of his head, his eyes welled up with tears. Not because he is going to die. Rather, it's the last time that he is going to see his beloved girl and not knowing whether his death can be exchanged for his girl's life.

All these while, when these thoughts were flashing through his head, his girl was pleading him, but it all sounded so minute given the intense internal struggle that he is having inside of him.

The question remains, his girl might not live, even if he pulls the trigger. But he had no choice. It would mean a definite death for his girl if he do not follow the robber's instructions. At least there was a chance and he had to take it.

"Do it!" the agitated man raised his pistol up high and gave a hard knock on the girl's hind head.

"No, please! I'll do it!" pleaded Jackson. "Don't hurt her! I'll do it!"

Taking in a deep breath, Jackson braced himself for what was going to come. In a few seconds, it'll be over.

*Bang!

2 simultaneous gunshots were heard.

Jackson fell to the ground, so did the robber.

"Jackson!" the girl shrieked while she lost control of herself.

"Go! Go! Go!" the Storm Team charged in.

"Suspect is wounded and one victim dead." was radioed through the Comms.

Thunderous applause came immediately after that.

The "victims" and "injured" robbers arose from the ground and stepped forward to greet the crowd and receive their standing ovation. The show, is finally over~

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home

screen printing
Free Website Counters
screen printing