Avoid if triggered by misplaced apostrophe's. (essayel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-04-30 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | chad, icene, sniper |
Riverwalk Park, 11 pm
Kendo and Bruce - those weren't their real names, but they thought they sounded cool - eyed each other as the footsteps crunching the gravel drew closer.
Just a bit of fun, that's all. The place was full of vagrants and while they didn't usually have much money sometimes they had other things. Things that could be taken. Things that could be played with then destroyed. People like that didn't matter, did they, or they wouldn't be sleeping rough and drinking out of a bottle in a bag?
They SHOULD have been home because it was a school day tomorrow but it was a long time since their parents had given up trying to tell them to do anything. Hanging round the park was much more fun.
Peering through the bushes, they saw a dark figure wrapped in a heavy coat shuffling closer and Kendo grinned at Bruce and they both took out their knives.
They wouldn't use them, not this time, not unless the old guy cut up rough.
They jumped out, shouting, pushing, demanding. "Come on, pop, what you got?" Bruce demanded, always the more aggressive. He flashed his blade in what little light there was and Kendo gasped excitely, "Go on, stick him!"
The well wrapped figure stumbled back and raised his hands. "That's right, pop," Bruce urged. "Hand it over."
Then Kendo saw it - the dark object gleaming in the steady hands levelled at Bruce's face.
The shots were shatteringly loud at close range and Kendo sucked in a breath to scream - but there wasn't time. No time.
Two more shots and a quick flurry of movement, then the two bodies were tumbled back into the bushes, stripped of cash, phones, iPods and trainers.
The figure shambled away, keeping to the shadows, and had reached the far side of the park before he saw the first lights and heard the first sirens.