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Baby, oh Baby,
I wanna be there!
I wish I was
The One
laying beside you-
The One
you'd be holdin'
and cuddlin'
in your arms...
I wanna be there!

Oh Baby, oh,
I wanna be there!
I know I'd love to be
the woman
beside you
sharin' our bed.
I wanna be there!

I wanna be there!
Instead; Baby,
I am here-
rockin' myself
to sleep,
with a lonesome
for the lonely
Baby, I wanna be there!

Baby, I wanna be there!
to have you
holdin' me close!
You and I
makin' love
And then,
us cuddlin' one another
in the after-glow
of our love makin'!
I wanna be there, Baby!

I wanna be there!
I wanna be...
Baby, I wanna be...
Oh Baby, I wanna be...

I wanna be there!
Instead; Baby,
I am here-
rockin' myself
to sleep
with a lonesome
for the lonely
Baby, I wanna be there!

Baby, baby,
I wanna be there!
But now...
I'm always at wonder;
'Is she in your
arms tonight?'
"Did you give her
the lovin'
I want to have
as mine?'
'Are you cuddlin' her
as I long to be
holdin' you?'
Baby, I wanna be there!

I wanna be there!
but I'm here-
I wanna be there
with you!
Oh Baby, I wanna be...

I wanna be there!
Instead, Baby,
I am here-
rockin' myself
to sleep,
with a lonesome
for the lonely
Baby, I wanna be there!

My Baby, oh
I wanna be there!
I've never had anyone
to really count on-
I'm tired of feelin'
so alone!
Of always bein' last...
I wanna be first!
I wanna be there!

I wanna be there!
I wanna be...
Oh, I wanna be...
Oh Baby, I wanna be...

I wanna be there!
Instead; Baby,
I'm here-
rockin' myself
to sleep,
with a lonesome
for the lonely
Baby, I wanna be there!

I wanna be there!
Holdin' you
as you'll be
a'holdin' me-
I wanna be there!
I wanna be there!
Baby, I wanna be...
Oh Baby, I just wanna be...
There! (whispered)


COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
Why Can't I Just
stop lovin' you...
I've fallen too hard!
Why Can't I Just
let you go...
I'm holdin' on too tight!
Why Can't I Just
set you free...
I'm hidin' the magical key!
Why Can't I Just
tell my heart no...
It's not listenin' to me!
Why Can't I Just
turn it all off...
I wasn't made with a switch!
Why Can't I Just
stop all these dreams...
I'm still awake!
Why Can't I Just
come to my senses...
I'm not ready to!
Why Can't I Just
see the truth...
Sometimes, love is blind!
Why Can't I Just
close my eyes and walk away...
I can't give up yet!


COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
You and I...
or am I just dreamin'-
I'm not sure-
is far too good,
too real,
to ever
Oh no...
don't wake me
if I'm dreamin'-
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My

You and I...
we're outdoors in the country-
surrounded by trees-
green grass all around us-
star-filled sky-
night sounds
fill the quietness;
frogs croakin',
crickets chirpin',
babblin' brook
cascadin' into a waterfall
splashin' into a pond-
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My

You and I...
makin' plans
for our tomorrow's
talkin' of our
holdin' hands-
sharin' passionate
Lovin' this night...
this moment-
right here-
right now-
locked forever
in my heart-
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My

You and I...
cocooned in a blanket
after our love makin'-
a fire blazin' in the pit-
illuminatin' us with it's
each of us
as satisfied
as the other,
feelin' fully spent-
snugglin' together,
as we close
our eyes-
the dawn just peakin'-
greetin' us
with a new day-
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My

You and I...
or am I just dreamin'?
I'm alone-
you've already
had an earlier start
to the day-
sun is shinin' through
our open window-
illuminatin' me with it's
night sounds?
Oh no...
it's my alarm clock-
I'm runnin' late again!
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My

You and I...
or am I just dreamin'-
Come Back Into My


COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
Livin' my nights...
Layin' in my empty bed,
All alone-
I could reach over
And pull you close to me-
Rememberin' the nights
When you were, once mine.

Those nights of bein'
With you~
As close as we could be!
Wantin' you, needin' you,
Kissin' you, holdin' you,
Lovin' you, feelin' you,
Touchin' you, tastin' you,
Desirin' you, achin' for you~

Now I'm dreamin'
My nights' away-
Wishin' for times again
When I wasn't so lonely!
When I had you,
For once, as mine~
The way I'd long
For your kisses, to see you,
To be with you, to touch you again!

I wanted to be
Your everythin'!
Now I'm
Wishin' I was
Your somethin';
Your someone!

Your someone~
To dream with, share with,
To hold for always.
To chase away
Those empty lonely nights'.
Fillin' my dreams
With everythin'
I've dreamed of wantin' in you!

You're my tears!
Tears I wouldn't shed
If you were finally mine!

Don't you wanna
Hold me, feel me,
Touch me, kiss me-
Once again?

Reachin' for you-
Wantin' you in my arms
As we'd lie together!

Searchin' to feel for you,
Needin' to feel
Your heart beatin',
Feelin' your breath
Against my bare skin-

Yearnin' for your arms to be
Drawin' me beside you.
Hearin' you sigh-
Lettin' a moan escape
From my dreams,
(day and night)
As I remember the times
We shared!

Lovin' the way
You felt beside me-
The way I felt
Beside you~

Achin' for the ways
You'd be touchin' me, teasin' me,
Pleasin' me, kissin' me,
Wantin' me, needin' me-
As I do you!

Makin' me feel
Whole and complete!
Will I ever
Feel you this way

Or is it all now
Just a recent
Livin' my nights away
Dreamin' of you-
Til you are, once again


COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
I'm holdin' on a rope,

Got me ten feet off the ground.

I'm hearing what you say,

But I just can't make a sound.

They tell me that you mean it,

Then you go and cut me down,

But wait.

You tell me that your sorry,

Didn't think I'd turn around ,

And say;

That it's too late to apologize,

It's too late.

Said it's too late to apologize,

It's too late.

I take another chance, take a fall, take a shot from you.

I need you like a heart needs a beat-

It's not from you.

I loved you with a fire red and I was turnin' blue.

And to say;

Sorry like the angel,

Heaven let me think was you.

But I am afraid;

That it's too late to apologize,

It's too late.

Said it's too late to apologize,

It's too late.
I thought the lyrics from onerepublic's song apologize would make a lovely piece and well,this is what I could make.
Anne Oct 23
Holdin your arms tonight
Giving me all of you tonight
Giving me strength of you and me
Thinking bout us behind the trees
I never thought of us before
Now that I knew you I loved you more
As the time goes by
You're the one that left me behind
Humming and I started saying this words
Sittin’ in the sand, holdin’ hands...
talkin’ ‘bout stuff.
Twinkle in your eye, just a wrinkle in time... curtesy of love.
I watch your mouth.
Trying to figure it out.
Every word on the cusp.

I know that someday, we all fly away.
If we can live out loud - we can figure it out.
Somewhere, there’s time.
A piece of mind.
I’ll have a bite, if you will share it with me.

We’ll fly like a dove, so happy in love.
No cover-ups.
No time for injustice...
it’s just us.
So, let’s just discuss our inhibitions...
And stop all the fuss.
We’re so lucky to be us.
Jeff Gaines Oct 31
Gary French hated cigarettes … The smell of the break room turned his stomach. He could still see and smell the memory of his father smoking at the dinner table. Holding his breath and his nose, he poked his head in … looking for his partner. Officer Jay Skeen laughed at him while he snuffed out his cigar. Being well aware of Frenchy’s distaste of tobacco, he teasingly blew his last pull across the table at him …  

   “Hey smoke stack … C’mon … We got a bad-guy walkin’ around shootin’ up the Franklin Street Mall!”

  Jay’s eyes went blank … He saw himself and his wife strolling down that very street … Just last weekend. He watched the trolley car whisk down the Cobblestone. He could see the birds hopping across the sidewalk to grab the bread his wife threw down for them as they luncheoned at the side walk café …

  He couldn’t see someone walking down the mall … shooting …

   “Ya jokin’ me?”

  “Nope … just came in … He’s walkin’ down the street … shootin’ everything.”

  Jay dropped the half-snuffed Hav-a-Tampa in the tuna can ashtray and grabbed his bottle of water.

  He poured some over the cigar and stared at his partner. “Everything?” He asked.

  Gary was nodding … “Everything … birds, storefronts, light posts …”

  He turned his head and looked right at Jay.  “People … EV-ER-Y thing!”

  He wafted the strong smell of cigar back towards Jay as they turned out the doors toward the parking lot.

  “Lucky us, huh …?” Frenchy quipped. “ … We had to be three blocks away.”

  As they raced toward the heart of downtown Tampa, more information about the situation was streaming across the screen in their cruiser … Jay read it aloud while he toggled the siren switches … He let them go as his mouth dropped open on the last line he read.

  “You just ain’t even gonna believe this …”He announced, his Texan accent revealing his growing disbelief … His eyes couldn’t leave the screen. “ … There’s a report that he’s carrying a small boy …”

  Frenchy’s chin fell … He thought of his own two sons … trying to pry up one of the bricks in the cobblestone street, the last time he had taken them downtown for lunch.

  His eyes turned from the road to his partner … “Now YER jokin’ ME … right? … RIGHT?”
His beckoning voice quivered, as Frenchy’s own disbelief now exposed itself.

  Jay shook his head and hoped that more info would come across the screen. Gary rolled his eyes as he turned his head back to the road … “Oh my *** … What next …?” He sighed.

  Jay’s finger was tapping the refresh key … he still couldn’t take his eyes from the screen.

  “*** I hope that’s bad info”

  “You can say that again Skeeny Baby …” Frenchy nodded. ” … Any word on the perp?”

  “Not yet”

  “No ID … No nothin’?” Frenchy begged.

  “Not yet.”

  “What about the hostage?”

  “Nuh uh … nothin’at all.” Jay’s head shook, but his eyes stayed glued to the screen.

  His finger never stopped tapping the refresh key as he toggled the siren at a car that wouldn’t yield. He scowled though the windshield at the car …“Hey … Get his tag will ya?”

   Jay made an evil face at the driver as they went around him. ” … We’ll see you later …YOU ****!” Frenchy tried to grin as he looked, both ways, at the intersection of Tyler Avenue and Jefferson Street … He could see his partner writing that guy a stack of tickets … But he just couldn’t bring his lips to do it … He could not stop thinking about the poor boy … “How did this come to happen?”

  The tires sang on the hot pavement as the cruiser tore around the corner and headed for Franklin Street …

  Their siren echoed up and down the Cobblestone Street as the cruiser turned onto the mall and stopped …

  The two seasoned officers looked in amazement at the scene before them … Gary looked at his watch …
“Twelve-forty.” He muttered. He HAD to look again … Just to make sure it was indeed 12:40 …
It was lunchtime … on Tuesday … in downtown Tampa … This Street should be packed …

  But it wasn’t today …

  All they could see were bodies …

  Scattered  …

  Everywhere …

  Gary’s foot eased off the brake pedal and let the cruiser idle forward …
Both men were scouring the street for the shooter. “My *** … there must be twenty dead … maybe THIRTY!” Jay was nodding …” Neither could believe their eyes. Jay held the mic to his lips …
“Ah, one-thirty-two, we’ve got at least two-dozen seventy-ones in the street, dispatch … maybe more …
  It looks like a war zone down here!”
  Both the windshield and the driver’s window shattered simultaneously as the first shot echoed down the empty mall … The sound of crashing glass drowned out the partners frightened cursing.

  Gary hit the brake and slammed the shifter into reverse … “ One-thirty-two … SHOTS FIRED!” The tires were smoking as the car rocketed backwards up the street. “Repeat … We’re being fired upon!”

“Copy, one-thirty-two … cover is code three”

  Jay had drawn his weapon and was trying to peer out his open window to see where the shooter was …

His blood ran cold when he saw them … There … in a doorway … not one block down … Was the man … Holding a boy in his left arm … and waiving a pistol with the other. The boy’s arms were wrapped around the shooter’s neck while his legs straddled him front and back. His pale, thin face was blank and expressionless … while the shooters seemed wild eyed and frightened.

  “No way to get a shot off at the guy … He’s holdin’ that kid like a shield.” Jay shouted.

  “Well … he quit shootin’ at us … maybe he just wants us to keep our distance.” Frenchy reasoned.

  He put the car in park at Tyler Ave. and switched the siren off. How he hated that sound … he found it to be the only curse of this job that he loved so much. He couldn’t wait to make detective and thereby use it a lot less  … he hoped.

  Frenchy’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the shooter. “Oh my *** Skeen … That’s ol’ Michael the perv!”

  Jay replayed their last run in with Michael in his mind as he squinted to confirm Gary’s proclamation. They had listened to him trying to approach a small boy in the bathroom at a local park. His intentions were both clear and repulsive. Jay’s teeth clenched together as he remembered the perv trying to run away as they identified themselves. Had they not been there trying to catch guys like Michael, ”Lord only knows what would have happened to the poor boy.” He thought.

  As he remembered tackling Michael and placing him in cuffs, it occurred to him that Michael’s rap sheet showed absolutely no penchant for violence … aside from running away, he gave no resistance …

  “How on earth did he come to this?” He wondered.

  Frenchy pushed open his door and drew his weapon in one motion … In one more motion, he was on one knee with his gun leveled at the shooter. He could feel the racing pulse in his arm as he rested it in the crook between the door and the car … The end of his barrel pinged against the chrome spotlight.

  He looked through the car at Jay and told him to radio for the swat team  …

And a sharpshooter …

   Jay radioed the scenario to dispatch and then clicked the **** over to P.A.

  “Michael, set your weapon down and let the boy go!” He commanded.

  The shooter lowered his revolver and looked at the boy … the boy looked at him and then the cruiser.                   Turning his head back to them, Michael raised the pistol in slow motion …

  He fired two rounds through the radiator and the steam blocked Frenchy’s view for a moment. In between clouds of white steam, he saw the shooter tossing his gun across the cobblestone … His lungs exhaled in relief …”That’s good punk, now put that poor boy down …” He thought.  As the last of the steam billowed straight up, the partners couldn’t believe their eyes … Michael had reached down to his waist and drew yet another pistol … this one was an automatic …

  “Holy smokes Frenchy … You seein’ what I’m seein’?”

  “Oh yeah … I definitely concur, number one” It was his best Jean-Luc Picard impression.

  Both were now staring at the array of handguns tucked into the waist of the shooter’s pants.

  “I count three … maybe four … Besides the one he’s holdin’  … I can’t tell past the kid’s legs!”

  “Ditto!” … Frenchy’s voice sounded monotone … He felt horrible for the helpless little boy.

  Jay opened the Mic again …  “If you just stop shooting … maybe … we can talk this out!”

The reply was four more shots through the flashing blue and red lights on top of the car … Pieces of the colored plastic went flying in every direction.
  “O.K… . Well … I guess THAT’S our answer!” Gary shouted.

  He looked through the car at Jay and then scanned the broken glass that now covered the front seat. They could hear sirens coming from every direction … their wails echoed around them like a hurricane.

  “Tell dispatch to keep them one block back for now … this ****’s libel to freak if he sees more units!”

  Jay nodded and clicked back over to comm on the radio.

  “One-thirty-two … this guy is highly unstable … and he definitely has a hostage!”

  They looked at each other as he spoke … “A young male, approximately six to eight years old …”

  Jay took a deep breath as he tried to remember Michael’s last name … but in the excitement, he couldn’t.

“Perpetrator is a known ******* … First name Michael … approximately six foot tall, brown hair and eyes, late twenties to early thirties …” He paused and then un-keyed the Mic. He took another deep breath of the thick summer air. “Please advise covers to remain TWO blocks back.”

  They winked at each other as Jay finished … Two more shots ripped through Jay’s door … He dove across the glass-covered seat. “Holy smokes, ***** Harry!” He shouted, his voice showing fear for the first time today … “This friggin’ guy’s on a mission!” Neither of them heard the dispatcher’s acknowledgment …

  Gary couldn’t take his eyes off of the boy … He kept looking at them … and then his captor. He felt the frustration in his chest and wished he could help him … he’d never felt so powerless before …

  The boy’s gaze was completely blank … He looked utterly terrified.

  Jay slid over the glass and back into position behind the door. Some of the glass showered over onto the aluminum door jam and down to the cobblestone at his feet. It crunched and crackled under his leather shoes. He readjusted his Kevlar vest and focused in on the unlikely pair that was now standing in the middle of the street. Gary wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced back over at Jay.

  “Ya’ll right?”

  “I’ll let ya know when this guys DONE!” He snapped. “How ya think we should handle this?”

  Frenchy turned his eyes back to the boy … “I guess we wait for the sharp shooter …” He shrugged.

  “ … We can’t risk hitting the boy … Besides, it would seem he only fires if we try to talk to him … Let’s just try and wait him out and see what happens …”

  Jay was nodding in agreement before Gary finished his sentence. “Alright … but what if he starts shooting again?” He turned to look at Gary … “Or what if he shoots the hostage?” Gary never looked away from the boy … His voice was calm and professional …

  “Then we take him down.”  

   The shooter turned and began aimlessly shooting out the storefront to his right. The glass shattered and flooded the sidewalk with a resounding crash …

  They could hear several women frantically screaming inside …

  He stopped shooting for a moment, and then turned his wrath on the traffic signal on the corner. They could hear errant rounds whizzing over their heads. Gary wiped the sweat from his palms … First one hand and then the other … on his blue uniform pants. He could see his wife ironing them as he dressed for duty this morning. He hoped he would see her this evening … And, that she hadn’t come down here this afternoon to window shop … He never took his aim off of Michael.

  Jay’s eyes were caught by something moving in the foreground …

  As were the shooters …

  It was one of his victims … he was trying to crawl away. The trail of blood that he was leaving behind him told the partners he didn’t have long …

  “Stay still guy … Please … c’mon!” Jay pleaded. But the poor soul kept trying to crawl away. When they looked back up to the shooter, he was in motion … He was staring at the poor crawler …
And stomping towards him … When he was just a foot away, the shooter leveled the gun at his head …

  Frenchy closed his eyes …“Oh, no … don’t …”

  The first shot drove the victim’s head to the cobblestone …
  The next four made his body twitch in small spasms. Jay closed his eyes and shook his head …

  “How did this guy get so far OUT there!”? He was interrupted by two more loud pops.

  “ … I’ve never heard any reports of him being violent …” He shuddered at the last two rounds … “Sounds like a nine …” He reported. Frenchy agreed. “Yup, looks like a Glock Nineteen.”

  Jay rolled his eyes and shook his head in frustration … “Great … How many fired so far?”
“Eight or nine, I’m pretty sure.”

  They watched in horror as the shooter stepped over to an elderly woman who was lying just two yards from the crawler … She rolled over and screamed in hysteria … “NOOO … PLEASE DON’T SHOOT ME!” She pleaded.

  She had been playing dead … Michael raised his pistol and fired six rounds into her head … She wasn’t moving after the first two. The partners looked on in horror as he threw the empty gun at her ****** face and drew another weapon … a blue steel revolver.  

  He spun around in the street and randomly emptied it into the bodies that were strewn around him … as if he were trying to make sure they were all dead. The partners shook their heads in disgust … The boy’s lower lip stuck out … as though he were going to cry.

  After the sixth round, Michael slammed the pistol onto the crawler’s head with a dull thud. Jay winced at the splashing blood. Fifteen years on the streets hadn’t hardened him enough for the scene that was unfolding before him. The shooter reached to the back of his waist and drew another automatic.

  Gary beaded the shooter’s head into his sights … His chest felt warm and tight … like it was turning to stone … He had a shot … But  … what if the shooter turned or changed direction?

  He just couldn’t risk hitting the poor little boy … Besides … At the moment, it would seem, only Skeen and he were in immediate danger … Unless that is … someone else was playing dead. His sweaty finger eased off of the trigger …

  “Where’s the **** sharpshooter?” He snapped. Jay shook his head and reached for the microphone. He watched the shooter walk back to the intersection of Franklin and Cass Street as he pleaded with the dispatcher for the whereabouts of the sharpshooter.

  “One-thirty-two … two-fifty-six is en route.” Came the dispatchers reply …

  Frenchys voice was beginning to show his tension … “Tell ‘em ta hurry will ya?”

  Jay relayed the last few moments of their ordeal to dispatch … in ******, graphic detail … at this moment, he could care less about radio etiquette … He needed dispatch to understand the urgency of their requests.

   He pleaded for them to rush the Sharpshooter to the scene.
  “One-thirty-two … two-fifty-six is en route.” The dispatcher repeated.
  Both men rolled their eyes in frustration as Jay tossed the Mic, in disgust, onto the glass-covered front seat. “Well at least he used the cannon on the seventy-ones”

  “I know … that sounded like a three-fifty-seven …” Jay reckoned.

  “At least!” Frenchy agreed. He stuck out his lower lip and blew a sigh across his face … it was a very balmy Florida afternoon.

  The shooter looked up and around at the skyscrapers behind him. He and the boy looked at each other and then he turned and began firing at the buildings … To Gary, he looked like a tiny helpless being, trying to thwart huge, looming assailants. They all watched the glass fall … in silence … to the sidewalks in the distance. Jay envisioned the picture of David and Goliath in his son’s bible.

  “I can’t see the weapon, but I think that’s eight shots!” Frenchy yelled over the ringing booms of the gun. “Eight it is …” Jay yelled back. “ … It sounds like a three-eighty … Maybe another nine!” Gary nodded. The shooter fired two more rounds and then threw the gun, over-arm, at the closest tower … He looked like David; slinging the stone at Goliath … It fell hopelessly short …

  Before he turned around, he had already drawn another weapon … A large chrome automatic … This one had a long barrel … And a laser sight. Both partners took a deep gulp of humid summer air …

  “Oh, greeeat … “ Frenchy lamented. “ … I sure hope that’s a twenty-two target pistol!”

Jay’s eyes were wide with anticipation … “Me too buddy!”

  Their hopes were quickly dashed as the captor opened fire on the trolley car that had crashed into a park bench and came to rest. He was shooting at the head of the already dead driver. Michael looked at the boy and then began shooting out the windows of the trolley. Bodies that were slumped against the windows were falling away into the isle of the bus. The partners could feel the concussion of the high-powered weapon …

  “Definitely a forty-four auto-mag!” Frenchy shouted over the din of the hand cannon.

  “Eight shots fired of a possible … Make that likely … twelve … “ Jay concurred …

  “Let’s hope he doesn’t turn that laser on us!”

  The shooter stopped firing and turned his glare towards the cruiser … Frenchy swore he could see fear in his eyes as he raised his now shaking hand in their direction …

  Without speaking, the partners dove, in unison, toward the back of the cruiser as they listened to the next four shots tear into it … The impact of the huge rounds jolted the car like bb’s hitting an aluminum can.

“Now … That one’s empty … ya O.K.?” Jay was panting with a little panic. His partner was looking towards the sky … “Fine … THAT was TOO close …”

  Gary laid out on the cobblestone and peered under the car for the position of the shooter. He was walking away slowly in the center of the street. He snapped up and leveled his weapon at the back of his head …

  “Don’t try it my brother … think of the kid.” Jay begged, but it was too late … Frenchy was already telling himself not to do it. He let out a frustrated sigh and lowered his weapon.

  The shooter turned around and lobbed the now empty, hand-cannon at the cruiser … both men ducked.
It skipped off the hood and crashed into the already broken windshield. They peered around the car and saw the shooter draw what seemed to be his last weapon from his waist.

  “I think he’s almost out of firepower buddy … Maybe we can reason with him now …” Again, without talking, they crept back up to their positions behind the doors of the cruiser.

  “I can’t see any more weapons.” Jay reported.

  “Me neither … Wait’ll he turns around again.” Frenchy snapped in an urgent whisper.

  They watched the boy turn back and look at them, as the shooter carried him back to the intersection. When he reached the manhole cover in the center of it, he stopped and looked at the boy …

  Frenchy's heart raced …  “Oh … NO … *** … PLEASE!” He begged.

  The shooter turned slowly around and glared at them again.

  He looked more desperate than before … like he knew these moments were coming to an end …

  Jay grabbed the mic again …

  “C’mon Michael … you can’t keep shooting forever … Just put the gun down and let the boy go … We’ll get you all the help we can … NO ONE wants to hurt you … I promise, I swear.”

The shooter was sweating profusely as he looked up into the searing Tampa sun. He wiped his brow and closed his eyes to the light breeze that caressed his face. His long, curly hair wafted behind him … He opened his eyes and looked at the boy.

  The boy looked back at the officers … Frenchy called out to the child as loud as he could …

  “You alright son?”

  The boy looked back into Frenchy’s eyes …

  Frenchy was trying to make the perv see the small prisoner as a person and not an object … He was trying to make the boy talk …

  His expression was still completely blank … “Poor thing, he must be in shock from all this.” He thought. Gary’s eyes filled with terror as he watched the shooter slowly raise the gun up to the small boy’s chest …
  Neither partner could exhale …
  The boy turned to the shooter and grabbed the barrel, pushing it away, back towards his chest … The shot sounded muffled as the shooter collapsed backward to the ground in a heap.

  Both men bolted around the cruiser doors, keeping their weapons trained on the shooter … The boy was standing over him with his hands on his waist … staring.

  “You get the perp … I got the boy!” Jay shouted as they quick-stepped over to them.

  “You got it!” Frenchy snapped, as he stepped between the shooter and the gun.

  He kicked it away behind him and watched Jay ****** the boy up and carry him towards the battered, still smoking, police cruiser … Letting out a long sigh of relief, he looked down at Michael … Gary holstered his weapon and knelt down on one knee next to him … squinting into his glazed eyes …

  He patted him down as best he could for more weapons or maybe some identification …

  Nothing …

  Nothing that was going to help make some sort of sense out of any of this day …

  Then their eyes met again …

  The shooter was shaking …

  Gary spoke through gritted teeth …
“What were you doin’ Michael … And WHAT … exactly … IS your problem?” He yelled.

  The shooter raised his head off the Cobblestone Street …
Grabbing up at Gary’s uniform, he was trying to take a deep, gurgling breath …

  He looked straight up into Frenchy’s eyes …

  His gaze froze Frenchy solid …

  He was coughing up blood as he spoke …

  “Leave  … the boy … ALONE!” was all he said, as his head fell back on the bricks with a thud.

  The sound of Michael’s death rattle was interrupted by the sound of Jay’s service weapon …

  Gary pivoted on his toes in terror …

  Jay was coming back down the street … straight towards him …

  Still holding the boy …  

  He was taking potshots at a few of the bodies that were strewn across the mall  …

  Then  … he stopped … a few feet away … He now had the same frightened stare that Michael had had only moments before …

  Officer Jay Skeen spun around and raised the six-shot revolver up to his partners forehead …

  Officer Gary French recounted the last five shots in his mind … all Jay’s …

  He could feel the warm barrel between his eyes …

  He looked up at the boy’s still stony face …

  The boy looked back down at him …

  And smiled.
My first ever venture into horror. But ... it's not what you think!

Were you fooled all along or did you figure it out before the end? I'd love to hear your comments.

That's all I'm gonna say. I hope you have had and are having a safe a fun Halloween!

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