Mrs. Crowne the supercop (Short story)
It was 6 in the morning, the sun doing its routine, shining through the windows of her bedroom.
Miss crowne working for NYPD dressed up to do her morning routine exercise -- cycling 10 miles up north.
her boyfriend Smith was sleeping late. "better not disturb him he has a long day ahead of him".
by about 7.10 crowne returned home. when she opened the front door she was bewildered to find smith lying on the floor, face down with blood soaking the carpet by the bullet piercing his head from the sniper shot.the ominous silence of the room was destroyed by the creeking of a fan over his body.
crowne knew too well who did it.she was expecting this.
she immediately reached for her gun kept in the drawer next to the door. she knew that the killer was still in there from the fresh smell of cigarettes.
crowne inched her way to the corpse, removing her shoes to keep out the noise, "he must have been alerted by the door knob anyway", she thought.
the only way out of the house was through the front door, so he had to pass through her to get out.
"i am going to kill him this time, that ..." her thoughts were disturbed by the apparent noise of vase breaking. "in the kitchen".
she jumped her way into the kitchen with the revolver aim following her vision. there in the far end she saw a man donned in black pullover. "it is you mark!... you, YOU didnt have to kill smith."
mark was a sniper shooting expert, the best in business, working for kingpin gerard. crowne was interfering too much with their dealings and they wanted to get rid of her once and for all.
she charged at him diving the whole length of dining table aiming the revolver at his forehead.
she fell on her back thrown back, by the bullet force piercing her heart. everything around her was dark and her ears still resonating the swift sound of bullet.
she was too slow for him.
"child's play" were the last words she heard as she saw him disappear through the front door.
laying down still in the last moments of her life she thought ,"this shouldn't be happening"
"where did it go wrong?" "am i not a hero?"
"this was how it always worked, heroes always worked their way through villains killing
hundreds of thugs and evading thousands of bullets effortlessly. That’s how they show in movies."
“but yes, this is reality. the movies fool people showing a super hero. There is no super hero. No super hero, no sup …” her mind failing her
"where am i?". "phone service in heaven?"
the voice became louder and louder as she regained her conscience. "am i not dead?"
"hello miss crowne. AJ here. director asked me to brief you about today's shoot"
"you enter your house, find your boyfriend dead, search for the killer, dodge his bullets, kill him, escape from 40 thugs surrounding you dodging their bullets and get out of the house before the whole place blows up".
"this is more like it", she said replacing the receiver.
Miss crowne working for NYPD dressed up to do her morning routine exercise -- cycling 10 miles up north.
her boyfriend Smith was sleeping late. "better not disturb him he has a long day ahead of him".
by about 7.10 crowne returned home. when she opened the front door she was bewildered to find smith lying on the floor, face down with blood soaking the carpet by the bullet piercing his head from the sniper shot.the ominous silence of the room was destroyed by the creeking of a fan over his body.
crowne knew too well who did it.she was expecting this.
she immediately reached for her gun kept in the drawer next to the door. she knew that the killer was still in there from the fresh smell of cigarettes.
crowne inched her way to the corpse, removing her shoes to keep out the noise, "he must have been alerted by the door knob anyway", she thought.
the only way out of the house was through the front door, so he had to pass through her to get out.
"i am going to kill him this time, that ..." her thoughts were disturbed by the apparent noise of vase breaking. "in the kitchen".
she jumped her way into the kitchen with the revolver aim following her vision. there in the far end she saw a man donned in black pullover. "it is you mark!... you, YOU didnt have to kill smith."
mark was a sniper shooting expert, the best in business, working for kingpin gerard. crowne was interfering too much with their dealings and they wanted to get rid of her once and for all.
she charged at him diving the whole length of dining table aiming the revolver at his forehead.
she fell on her back thrown back, by the bullet force piercing her heart. everything around her was dark and her ears still resonating the swift sound of bullet.
she was too slow for him.
"child's play" were the last words she heard as she saw him disappear through the front door.
laying down still in the last moments of her life she thought ,"this shouldn't be happening"
"where did it go wrong?" "am i not a hero?"
"this was how it always worked, heroes always worked their way through villains killing
hundreds of thugs and evading thousands of bullets effortlessly. That’s how they show in movies."
“but yes, this is reality. the movies fool people showing a super hero. There is no super hero. No super hero, no sup …” her mind failing her
"where am i?". "phone service in heaven?"
the voice became louder and louder as she regained her conscience. "am i not dead?"
"hello miss crowne. AJ here. director asked me to brief you about today's shoot"
"you enter your house, find your boyfriend dead, search for the killer, dodge his bullets, kill him, escape from 40 thugs surrounding you dodging their bullets and get out of the house before the whole place blows up".
"this is more like it", she said replacing the receiver.
posted by Subro @ 1:44 AM
0 comments
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home