Battler 1
My eyes are foggy, contacts are dry, eyes red & hungover Liquor is my aroma, I'm that guy who never gets drunk (a lush sober) So what?! I celebrated the biggest achievement in my life Graduated with a degree & training for the season at its height Sworn solider born focused to be on a team against the odds A legion, legend squad to dominate any weaker like facades I digress, sweat dripping from my brow strengthening my core Physical exercise is a metaphor for the veterans from before There's history in these black & blues, attitudes, status (that I haven't used) Excellence from those who paved the way with untouchable attributes No slack we're fueled & prepped to use the best to be future vets Scoping the opposition as we boot the steps to combat ruthless threats A veteran, I wasn't. I was taught by the best... or at least it's what I thought His stature was Godly, with priceless respect (if there was a fee I would've bought) The confidence in his walk, the ownership in the words he spoke The passion in his tone was unpolluted like certain folks His shield was transparent & protecting himself was secondary Others came first 'til I realized the truth was just commentary
...It was February, frigid frost on the windshield of the car The windchill touched the bones as if it was gripping your arm (A call comes through), "uh huh" he says a couple words like "You know you my dog" He hung up... looked at me & said "Homie gotta chill with these broads" Out the corner of my eye I see someone approaching afar, (I didn't trust in my heart) Cuz my childhood taught me most people are snakes like Jafar He passes, my idol gets out & calls for the person to stop Breath from the conversation filled the air creating purposeful plot His aggressiveness made me unsure if I should be nervous or not A flickering flash from this strangers burner was shot Immediately... "shot's fired, officer down... I'm in pursuit" Racing past my partner lying on the ground as he didn't move Looking for the suspect through the darkness that consumed... ...Both of us, in the evil night.. I understood I might have to shoot Through intersections & streets he flees from me ignoring my commands "I ain't do shit" he ranted out of breath as he continually ran He made a move down an alley where there was no way to escape Him & I with only 10 yards of space (my gun is drawn aimed at his face) "Get on the fucking ground!" remembering my recent training His every inch makes me think he's reaching like I can see him raising Full of adrenaline, I'm thinkin' of the news & how they'll ruin the genuine If I have to execute brute force & shoot this gentleman
Tempers flaring... "Sir, please I don't want to use my weapon" My radio is cracking voices through.. khh khh... "Yo, Stu what direction?!") I'm too focused, tunnel vision on every flinch this guy moves "I have the suspect at gun point, he's refusing my cues" ...What if I shoot... replays over & over in my head on repeat To leave another man my age dead on the street He tells me he is going to answer his phone & reaches for his hip I tell him to stop his shirt lifts showing me the clip ...I shoot... 1 shot... right to the left of his chest "Shots fired, suspect down" immediately I begin to tremble & sweat Pronounced dead at the scene, next there was an investigation Looking in to every scenario to justify if every step was taken (Digging deeper), the suspect did not have any firearms when he was killed My heart sunk... that cold night revisited (I was chilled) The victim? My partners friend who he was threatening with his weapon He shot himself in the leg to have the rookie act as his henchman As if that wasn't enough they check on my partner... (as you thought it was deep) .....He was the person calling the victim making him reach..... The facts revealed he found out his wife was creeping out at night & lost his mind when he saw his best friend sleeping with his wife
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