If the Doctors are able to save this wonderful girls life, a huge part of the coming months of surgery and physical recovery and ultimately her very survival will depend on her "will to live" and she very well might not have any at all left after such an experience. After calling for the medics I returned to find her surprisingly conscience though, the only look I got from her eyes was one of, "I am completely lost and there is NO way I will ever find my way home."
I put a couple of pillows behind her head as she refuses to look at the monsters who had assaulted her, their faces reduced to spray spread on the wall and the blood pooling on the floor. Playing Psychologist is dangerous business but, as I look at her, I know what I have to do.
My voice cold and hard I said," Do you remember what happened here? Do you remember what these slime-balls were doing to you?" She nodded her head. You're a hero I said, I'm just an executioner, but you're a hero, because of you, these two pieces of fried ass donkey sh*t, WILL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN. Look at them, DO IT, I commanded and while she did I kicked them both one at a time in the side of their heads sending a new wave of blood and tissue onto a previously clean wall. She started to whimper and I again with my command voice ordered her to STOP f*cking CRYING. NOW...
She couldn't or wouldn't, as I screamed at her that shedding tears in the presence of this Evil, doubled, was granting consent for Satan to laugh at her and all of humankind. I then walked to her and placed the Ruger in her lap, she looked at the weapon in pure horror. I ordered her to pick it up, and she surprised me again when she did.
I shot this foul crud the first time, now it's your turn, the look of horror tripled and I could see she was too weak to lift the pistol, so I held it up and aimed it while I yelled co*k IT and showed her how. Put your finger on the trigger, that's it, right, now squeeze. No way her eyes said, so I started yelling again LOOK, I SHOT 'EM BUT IT WAS YOU THEY WERE KILLING AND THEY NEVER HURT ME AND SO I'M FEELING GUILTY AND I NEED FOR YOU TO HELP ME. Shoot the bastard; he's already dead so you aren't doing any killing, f*cking DO IT, DO IT! NOW! I said and she did, f*ck that a**hole, as more of the brain tissue found the last remaining clean wall. One more time for the other twice-dead minion of the Evil Ones and again she did it and she quickly averted her eyes and I heard her choke back a major sob.
But, when she again turned to look at the bodies and then to me, she sat up just a little straighter and failed but, at least tried to give me a little smile.
Well neighbor, I said, this has been quite a day. I hate to say this right now but any minute, 9000 cops will be coming for us with sirens a'blarin and tires a'sceechin. Cops and DA's tend to frown on even slime-balls being shot in the back of the head and there will be the explaining, and then with the explanation hopefully being accepted in lieu of 20 years for manslaughter times two that really shouldn't be too difficult with the testimony of, "whole truth, nothing but..."
Those last two shots, are going to be extremely difficult to cover with nothing but the absolute truth. So, I see this as hopefully promising to be one of the first, last and finest performances in my new role as the avenging angel in suburbia with, I believe, only one little fabrication required. If you find yourself thinking of it as a Lie, then we mustn't do it. We both must agree that I dropped the pistol by you after I had killed them both but you thought you saw movement and in a moment of renewed panic, grabbed the gun and administered the coup-de-grace. What do you think? Will the cops go for it? Will Saint Peter overlook such a minor exaggeration?
She answered, with an inner cool I found endearing under the circumstances, that she understands my reasoning and the necessities for which, and she totally accepts that not even Peter will object. We both need only stick to this line and even if their suspicions are aroused, so what. Prove it! And, I know now why you made me shoot, thank you, for my Life. Oh, and my Godfather is a 20-year veteran of the Prosecutors office and my Favorite Uncle sits on the State Supreme Court. I believe I can assure you that the questioning won't come even close to a third degree.
And, just one more thing before I either pass-out or begin screaming of the pain; I want a hand-gun and a carry permit and I want you to teach me how to handle it correctly and safely. And to hit what I am aiming at! And...and, I want to know you better. Thank You again for saving my life, twice I think.
Wow! She is going to be all right. She will make it. She's smart and tough and she will be beautiful again when she heals.
Damnit! What If.... Each of those 32 students and faculty had been armed?
I put a couple of pillows behind her head as she refuses to look at the monsters who had assaulted her, their faces reduced to spray spread on the wall and the blood pooling on the floor. Playing Psychologist is dangerous business but, as I look at her, I know what I have to do.
My voice cold and hard I said," Do you remember what happened here? Do you remember what these slime-balls were doing to you?" She nodded her head. You're a hero I said, I'm just an executioner, but you're a hero, because of you, these two pieces of fried ass donkey sh*t, WILL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN. Look at them, DO IT, I commanded and while she did I kicked them both one at a time in the side of their heads sending a new wave of blood and tissue onto a previously clean wall. She started to whimper and I again with my command voice ordered her to STOP f*cking CRYING. NOW...
She couldn't or wouldn't, as I screamed at her that shedding tears in the presence of this Evil, doubled, was granting consent for Satan to laugh at her and all of humankind. I then walked to her and placed the Ruger in her lap, she looked at the weapon in pure horror. I ordered her to pick it up, and she surprised me again when she did.
But, when she again turned to look at the bodies and then to me, she sat up just a little straighter and failed but, at least tried to give me a little smile.
Well neighbor, I said, this has been quite a day. I hate to say this right now but any minute, 9000 cops will be coming for us with sirens a'blarin and tires a'sceechin. Cops and DA's tend to frown on even slime-balls being shot in the back of the head and there will be the explaining, and then with the explanation hopefully being accepted in lieu of 20 years for manslaughter times two that really shouldn't be too difficult with the testimony of, "whole truth, nothing but..."
Those last two shots, are going to be extremely difficult to cover with nothing but the absolute truth. So, I see this as hopefully promising to be one of the first, last and finest performances in my new role as the avenging angel in suburbia with, I believe, only one little fabrication required. If you find yourself thinking of it as a Lie, then we mustn't do it. We both must agree that I dropped the pistol by you after I had killed them both but you thought you saw movement and in a moment of renewed panic, grabbed the gun and administered the coup-de-grace. What do you think? Will the cops go for it? Will Saint Peter overlook such a minor exaggeration?
She answered, with an inner cool I found endearing under the circumstances, that she understands my reasoning and the necessities for which, and she totally accepts that not even Peter will object. We both need only stick to this line and even if their suspicions are aroused, so what. Prove it! And, I know now why you made me shoot, thank you, for my Life. Oh, and my Godfather is a 20-year veteran of the Prosecutors office and my Favorite Uncle sits on the State Supreme Court. I believe I can assure you that the questioning won't come even close to a third degree.
And, just one more thing before I either pass-out or begin screaming of the pain; I want a hand-gun and a carry permit and I want you to teach me how to handle it correctly and safely. And to hit what I am aiming at! And...and, I want to know you better. Thank You again for saving my life, twice I think.
Wow! She is going to be all right. She will make it. She's smart and tough and she will be beautiful again when she heals.
Damnit! What If.... Each of those 32 students and faculty had been armed?
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