Hey y'all. So I wrote this quickie for an English assignment (The teacher actually demanded to read some of my works, though I really didn't have anything that wasn't high-fiction back then). I decided to combine the obligatory with the practical and went out of my comfort zone to write this one in first person (as opposed to the third person perspective I'm more comfortable with).
While CnC is ALWAYS appreciated (No sugarcoating required, though try to be nice ;3), it's really not that necessary for this one. As it isn't my habit to write non-fiction or write from a first person perspective, and as this work is to a certain degree quite rushed, I don't really regard this as a work of quality thus there may be some sloppy mistakes here and there. I just decided to share this one with ya folks for fun (some fruit for those who like to read ^^).
So without further ado, here's the story. Enjoy!
Law and Order
Nearly right after leaving the premises of the headquarters I realize that it’ll be a rough day, judging from the fact that I’m already able to tell where we’re headed simply by the sounds of the gunshots.
Promptly me and my squad enter the armored vehicle. It’s become routine as of late. Fling open the doors in the back, yell at the folks to get in ASAP, jump in and slam the doors shut behind me. Then soon we’d be on our way to take care of the nth situation that’s gotten out of hand. It’s happened so much as of recent that I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve actually been dispatched.
It’s always the same. Some crooks thinks they can earn some quick cash, pull out a gun in a bank or a store or something of the likes, then the first shot is fired and it all goes right to the shitter from there. From there they send the cops, you know, the men and women who’re used to writing parking tickets, chasing speeders and arresting belligerent drunks.
Then one of them makes a wrong move, and all goes wrong. Some lad thinks he can be a hero, pops out of cover. One of the bad guys goes trigger happy, and then the gunfight starts, and when the baddies are holed up in the building and it’s costing the men and women of law too much in terms of manpower, then we’re sent in.
Us, the big guys, armed with the big guns, big bodies and big voices. They call us to go and shoot at kids and chaps that are barely past their twenties. I never really realized what it was that I signed up for ‘till they shoved a weapon in my hands and told me to shoot at those guys with the sunglasses and the bandanas.
Now, countless jobs later, I find myself taking a leading role among the “big guys”. It wasn’t easy at the start, doing what I do. It was hard to process it all. I was supposed to kill these guys because they saw themselves forced to rob people of their money in order to survive. Surely, folks as young as them wouldn’t do what they did if they weren’t in some sort of trouble?
I’ve often thought about those moments, were those boys really the culprits, or were they simply the victims of a much larger, vicious system? I suppose I never really stopped pondering on it, even now I reflect on my past actions. Sometimes I feel as if this wasn’t the path laid out for me, but someone’s ought to do the dirty work, and this way I can at least make sure the lads receive all the chances they can get.
The car stops and out of habit my hand reaches upwards and slaps my helmet into place, and I watch as the rest of the crew does the same.
“Alright ladies, lock and load, get out there and give the bastards hell!”
(The work's one page in google docs so it is in all its right a shortie ;) )
EDIT : So apparently there's this show called Law and Order with this theme song that I wasn't aware of. Please note that that's just a stupid coïncidence cx.
