Move Back Three Spaces
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Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
637
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Move Back Three Spaces
Move Back Three Spaces
By Enoc Ayende
Your Dream, my nightmare
Gunshots popped through the streets, as a child it was the sounds of fireworks cracking through the air on July fourth but now it was the sound of 9 millimeter glocks and automatic rifles penetrating through door windows and bodies. It was about 9:30 pm in a warehouse and we just intercepted a cocaine traffic from Honduras; with 2 teams of ten we had the entire placed surrounded and the issue was it surrounding a warehouse of 30 men all armed with M16 commandos and AK 47s. The men were afraid, it was a fear to have to enter a room of death; it was pressure to have to enter a room with the feel of death taking its hand and caressing it down your back and your throat tighten as if the air wraps its hands around your fragile neck. The closer we got the thicker the air, it was the feeling you get when you tried to breathe into a pillow as if you tried to kill yourself. My eyes wondered all throughout the streets as we approached the warehouse, its exterior dark maroon blood with faints of white dripping down the building; several homeless men crossing the entrance door with filled carts suspiciously attract their attention toward my team. The voice of one of the homeless men was raspy, like a dragging roar of a 1975 mustang; his voiced filled the streets with ecstatic yelling.
it was the moment to come my men panicked as gun shots went off, Tony hit the ground like a falling cabinet his body heavy banged against the floor; it was then when time had paused the riflemen shot from on rooftop of the warehouse, you could slowly see the bullets exit the rifle but our hesitant movement paralyzed all 20 men in a single place. It felt like a year as the bullets smacked against the floor shredding the concrete and then with the little strength our minds allowed us to obtain we began to move, the bullets which seem to move with a slow pace move with persistence and precision. Tony didn't move he layed there as the hole put into his stomach begins to overflow with a gushing blood even over the sound of ricocheting bullets and exhaling rifles you could hear his blood gush out. They removed an officer without care and in fear of the same we took cover removing the fact from our head a father of three children is dieing on the floor and like mice we hid with fear.
It was over whelming me, men withdrew from the doors off of the roof top and front entrance of the warehouse with automatic rifles unloading clips and reloading them. This was no joke the car I hid behind was being filled with holes, from a far it seemed to look as if it was disappearing; the rear of the vehicle was completely gone the bullets struck though the car as if it was aluminum foil. I had no choice I chose to use my memory of the placement of the men outside of the warehouse one was at the corner of the building from the left of the entrance. Two men at the top of the warehouse were hiding behind the air conditioning vent and the Homeless men that end up being distractions.
It seemed we were figured out, someone had to tip them in order for them to know that we were arriving the day of their transportation; the homeless men were distractions armed with micro Uzis they were the pawns. The actually move was being made, I noticed as I was studying the pawns firing at us that 5 men were coming from the left of my men armed with ak 47s, I took my chances and fired back my M 16, the bullets charged out of the gun. the bullets piercing through the head of the two men on the rooftop, penetrating their skull, rotated into their cranium taking everything with it; as it exited from the rear of the head the brains sprayed against the rooftop chunks spewing through the air.
The fired shots from my left whizzed by me, two of them injured my right arm shredding through the skin, the burning sensation sizzled but it was the adrenaline that pumped through my fear filled heart in which pulled the pain inflicted together. The screaming of injured officers were frightening, men yelling screaming for their lives though shots fired echoed through the streets like a marching army the voices over came the noises; the streets were poisoned with lead and blood, I was left with two officers and backup was called 2 minutes ago there were 15 me left it was then when they appeared from my right, I saw them approach us the leader of the group, Rico Manuel, as he held a machete his men shot my officers in the back of the head there bodies slowly threw down onto the floor faces directly staring at me with an empty look partial head removed from the portrait of fear. Rico approached me his voice low and raspy disrupted his words with a thick Hispanic accent.
"Chu know officer, I never seen someone take out my men like Chu did, bu I bet Chu never had yo face skinned?"
He glanced behind him toward his right hand.
“Tirar a tu brazo y pierna derechos apagado.”
They pointed the gun toward me and pulled the trigger, the bullets sprayed into my arms like burning rain drops; piercing my bones and body the pain withdrew and the feeling of my right arm and leg were completely gone. My tears Rivered down my face as the blood spewed out through my body drowning me in my own death. I couldn't let him go so easily, the anger pumped through my veins. I could see his face repeatedly through my mind as I faded away, his grin showing his devilish teeth as they overlapped each other; yellow followed with a sinister laugh only found in mythogical evil figures. But this was no figure, this was my nightmare and what I chose is to take away what he worked to take away from me. My life. I yeld at Rico and with the little power I had.
"Rico! you know I’ve never seen someone kill my men like you did, but I bet you never looked death in the face!."
I pulled the gun as fast as I could with what little strength I had, the weight felt like it would never come past my waist, but it did and it was pointed to his face with intent of killing him, his facial expression was priceless, the one you would recieve from surprised children; when they've done something wrong and tried to fix it, but as they did were caught in the act.
"So take a good look mother fucker!"
I pulled the trigger and slowly the bullets exited the rifle entering the right side of his face, each bullet shredding his face apart. His skin splitting from him tearing into the air like torn cloth. His body dropped like did Tony’s. I faded as I watched his men point and pull. Flashes fired like cameras blinding my last view of the cold world I swore to protect and abide by.
By Enoc Ayende
Your Dream, my nightmare
Gunshots popped through the streets, as a child it was the sounds of fireworks cracking through the air on July fourth but now it was the sound of 9 millimeter glocks and automatic rifles penetrating through door windows and bodies. It was about 9:30 pm in a warehouse and we just intercepted a cocaine traffic from Honduras; with 2 teams of ten we had the entire placed surrounded and the issue was it surrounding a warehouse of 30 men all armed with M16 commandos and AK 47s. The men were afraid, it was a fear to have to enter a room of death; it was pressure to have to enter a room with the feel of death taking its hand and caressing it down your back and your throat tighten as if the air wraps its hands around your fragile neck. The closer we got the thicker the air, it was the feeling you get when you tried to breathe into a pillow as if you tried to kill yourself. My eyes wondered all throughout the streets as we approached the warehouse, its exterior dark maroon blood with faints of white dripping down the building; several homeless men crossing the entrance door with filled carts suspiciously attract their attention toward my team. The voice of one of the homeless men was raspy, like a dragging roar of a 1975 mustang; his voiced filled the streets with ecstatic yelling.
it was the moment to come my men panicked as gun shots went off, Tony hit the ground like a falling cabinet his body heavy banged against the floor; it was then when time had paused the riflemen shot from on rooftop of the warehouse, you could slowly see the bullets exit the rifle but our hesitant movement paralyzed all 20 men in a single place. It felt like a year as the bullets smacked against the floor shredding the concrete and then with the little strength our minds allowed us to obtain we began to move, the bullets which seem to move with a slow pace move with persistence and precision. Tony didn't move he layed there as the hole put into his stomach begins to overflow with a gushing blood even over the sound of ricocheting bullets and exhaling rifles you could hear his blood gush out. They removed an officer without care and in fear of the same we took cover removing the fact from our head a father of three children is dieing on the floor and like mice we hid with fear.
It was over whelming me, men withdrew from the doors off of the roof top and front entrance of the warehouse with automatic rifles unloading clips and reloading them. This was no joke the car I hid behind was being filled with holes, from a far it seemed to look as if it was disappearing; the rear of the vehicle was completely gone the bullets struck though the car as if it was aluminum foil. I had no choice I chose to use my memory of the placement of the men outside of the warehouse one was at the corner of the building from the left of the entrance. Two men at the top of the warehouse were hiding behind the air conditioning vent and the Homeless men that end up being distractions.
It seemed we were figured out, someone had to tip them in order for them to know that we were arriving the day of their transportation; the homeless men were distractions armed with micro Uzis they were the pawns. The actually move was being made, I noticed as I was studying the pawns firing at us that 5 men were coming from the left of my men armed with ak 47s, I took my chances and fired back my M 16, the bullets charged out of the gun. the bullets piercing through the head of the two men on the rooftop, penetrating their skull, rotated into their cranium taking everything with it; as it exited from the rear of the head the brains sprayed against the rooftop chunks spewing through the air.
The fired shots from my left whizzed by me, two of them injured my right arm shredding through the skin, the burning sensation sizzled but it was the adrenaline that pumped through my fear filled heart in which pulled the pain inflicted together. The screaming of injured officers were frightening, men yelling screaming for their lives though shots fired echoed through the streets like a marching army the voices over came the noises; the streets were poisoned with lead and blood, I was left with two officers and backup was called 2 minutes ago there were 15 me left it was then when they appeared from my right, I saw them approach us the leader of the group, Rico Manuel, as he held a machete his men shot my officers in the back of the head there bodies slowly threw down onto the floor faces directly staring at me with an empty look partial head removed from the portrait of fear. Rico approached me his voice low and raspy disrupted his words with a thick Hispanic accent.
"Chu know officer, I never seen someone take out my men like Chu did, bu I bet Chu never had yo face skinned?"
He glanced behind him toward his right hand.
“Tirar a tu brazo y pierna derechos apagado.”
They pointed the gun toward me and pulled the trigger, the bullets sprayed into my arms like burning rain drops; piercing my bones and body the pain withdrew and the feeling of my right arm and leg were completely gone. My tears Rivered down my face as the blood spewed out through my body drowning me in my own death. I couldn't let him go so easily, the anger pumped through my veins. I could see his face repeatedly through my mind as I faded away, his grin showing his devilish teeth as they overlapped each other; yellow followed with a sinister laugh only found in mythogical evil figures. But this was no figure, this was my nightmare and what I chose is to take away what he worked to take away from me. My life. I yeld at Rico and with the little power I had.
"Rico! you know I’ve never seen someone kill my men like you did, but I bet you never looked death in the face!."
I pulled the gun as fast as I could with what little strength I had, the weight felt like it would never come past my waist, but it did and it was pointed to his face with intent of killing him, his facial expression was priceless, the one you would recieve from surprised children; when they've done something wrong and tried to fix it, but as they did were caught in the act.
"So take a good look mother fucker!"
I pulled the trigger and slowly the bullets exited the rifle entering the right side of his face, each bullet shredding his face apart. His skin splitting from him tearing into the air like torn cloth. His body dropped like did Tony’s. I faded as I watched his men point and pull. Flashes fired like cameras blinding my last view of the cold world I swore to protect and abide by.