Diary of a Madman
By: dotsonga
He sat perched high above the street with a bird's eye view of the entire block. The blueprint of his plan was coming together flawlessly. He'd had many years to plan and perfect his revenge within the walls of the state penitentiary and the time was now. It had taken only a few phone calls and a crisp one hundred dollar bill to find someone willing to put his plan into action. He knew once the pair had found out that their bartender friend had been roughed up in his own establishment it wouldn't take them long to come to his aid.
By: dotsonga
He sat perched high above the street with a bird's eye view of the entire block. The blueprint of his plan was coming together flawlessly. He'd had many years to plan and perfect his revenge within the walls of the state penitentiary and the time was now. It had taken only a few phone calls and a crisp one hundred dollar bill to find someone willing to put his plan into action. He knew once the pair had found out that their bartender friend had been roughed up in his own establishment it wouldn't take them long to come to his aid.
He knew the cars would be sparse on a Sunday morning, so he waited for the gleam of the midnight blue mustang to appear. This is just too perfect; those bumbling cops are too predictable. You think after all these years that they would change some of their patterns, but at least they got rid of that hideous red and white piece of metal called a car. He had thought about this moment constantly over the last twenty plus years and he could feel the rush of blood coursing through his veins. He felt alive now, something the pair had taken away from him so many years ago.
He readied his rifle and focused his scope as he heard the low growl of the car's engine as it came barreling down the street. The car slid to a stop against the curb and he saw his first target emerge from the car. The blond hair shone in the early morning sunlight as it crossed the street. An evil smiled crossed his face as he gently squeezed the trigger when Hutchinson reached the middle of the street. With two quick shots the man crumpled to the ground and yelled to his partner.
Starsky quickly looked to where the shots had come from and returned fire as he started towards his downed partner. More shots rang out at his feet as he neared Hutch and he was forced to take cover behind the door of the mustang. Grabbing the radio he put out the universal call of "officer down". The man above could hear them talking to one another but was too far away to understand their words. But that was okay, because all he needed was his clearing and plenty of ammo. Every time Starsky made an attempt to reach Hutch, he was forced back by bullets peppering all around his downed partner.
The frustrated detective watched the crimson pool beneath Hutch grow larger and larger by the minute as the cavalry came and cordoned off the street. The man above watched as the detective's Captain joined Starsky behind the mustang. He could see Starsky's animated explanation and frustration. He could see the man point to his downed partner and yelling at his superior. He was elated. Again you will know what it feels like to lose someone that you love. I know it won't be long before you will try to get to him again and I will be ready for you. He was shaking with anticipation at what would surely happen next. He had been dreaming of this moment for many years.
He readied his rifle and focused his scope as he heard the low growl of the car's engine as it came barreling down the street. The car slid to a stop against the curb and he saw his first target emerge from the car. The blond hair shone in the early morning sunlight as it crossed the street. An evil smiled crossed his face as he gently squeezed the trigger when Hutchinson reached the middle of the street. With two quick shots the man crumpled to the ground and yelled to his partner.
Starsky quickly looked to where the shots had come from and returned fire as he started towards his downed partner. More shots rang out at his feet as he neared Hutch and he was forced to take cover behind the door of the mustang. Grabbing the radio he put out the universal call of "officer down". The man above could hear them talking to one another but was too far away to understand their words. But that was okay, because all he needed was his clearing and plenty of ammo. Every time Starsky made an attempt to reach Hutch, he was forced back by bullets peppering all around his downed partner.
The frustrated detective watched the crimson pool beneath Hutch grow larger and larger by the minute as the cavalry came and cordoned off the street. The man above watched as the detective's Captain joined Starsky behind the mustang. He could see Starsky's animated explanation and frustration. He could see the man point to his downed partner and yelling at his superior. He was elated. Again you will know what it feels like to lose someone that you love. I know it won't be long before you will try to get to him again and I will be ready for you. He was shaking with anticipation at what would surely happen next. He had been dreaming of this moment for many years.
He watched as Starsky yelled to Hutch but did not get a response, he yelled again and this time there was no movement. The man high above knew that his moment had come. He had scripted it in his dreams. He readied his rifle again and took aim. He caught the blur come from his right as the rotund Captain screamed at the top of his lungs at his distraught detective. He pulled the trigger again and felt all the years of pent up anger released in that one glorious moment. He was finally content, happy, and at peace. The smile split his face as he watched Starsky fall lifelessly upon his partner.
He had already been given the death sentence of cancer while he was serving his time, so his last few months in jail was well worth watching the coroner's wagon cart off the two miserable pieces of garbage that had killed his son and put him in prison for the last two decades. Yes, he would rest easy tonight, no more dreams, just peaceful slumber.
The two Captains thumbed through the diary left behind in the personal belongings of the deceased. He had died in the prison hospital ward a couple of weeks ago and they shipped the diary to the Captains since the plot to assassinate them had been revealed among the pages of an obvious madman's sickening diary.
"Guess Ol' Crazy George got his wish," Starsky nodded towards Hutch, who was behind his desk shuffling a stack of papers.
"Least that's one more we don't have to worry about now. We definitely must be getting older partner, because there seems to be fewer and fewer left to come after us. Who would have thought that we would have outlived them?"
"Come on, Blondie, if I'm gonna be taken out…I want it done by the biggest cheeseburger at Huggy's."
He had already been given the death sentence of cancer while he was serving his time, so his last few months in jail was well worth watching the coroner's wagon cart off the two miserable pieces of garbage that had killed his son and put him in prison for the last two decades. Yes, he would rest easy tonight, no more dreams, just peaceful slumber.
The two Captains thumbed through the diary left behind in the personal belongings of the deceased. He had died in the prison hospital ward a couple of weeks ago and they shipped the diary to the Captains since the plot to assassinate them had been revealed among the pages of an obvious madman's sickening diary.
"Guess Ol' Crazy George got his wish," Starsky nodded towards Hutch, who was behind his desk shuffling a stack of papers.
"Least that's one more we don't have to worry about now. We definitely must be getting older partner, because there seems to be fewer and fewer left to come after us. Who would have thought that we would have outlived them?"
"Come on, Blondie, if I'm gonna be taken out…I want it done by the biggest cheeseburger at Huggy's."