“You’ve done broken in to ma private property,” said the man with the rifle.
Benjamin and Julie stood staring at the figure. The lit cigarette in his mouth provided for the sole source of light in the shed. It was enough to reveal a foul interior – dead rats were hanging from the ceiling by their tails, and empty turtle shells covered the floor.
“What do you want?” said Julie.
The man chuckled. “All I wants is justice.”
“Justice?” said Benjamin.
“Yeah, ye know, justice! Two handcuffed law-breakers done break into my private property!”
“Just let us leave!” said Benjamin. “Please, sir!”
“NO!” screamed the man. “You don’t get to go.”
“Well what do you want?” said Julie.
“I wants to shoot ya, of course!”
Benjamin started to speak, but before he could get out a word his wife Julie shoved the shed door open and dragged him out, by the iron-chain handcuffs linking them together.
The shot boomed loudly, but the man missed. He fired a couple more rounds, but they escaped from his property alive and stopped to catch their breath on the sidewalk.
“That was close!” said Benjamin.
Julie punched his arm as best she could. “I hate you!”
“What? Why?” said Benjamin.
“You’re such a wimp! You would have let us die there!”
“Well we shouldn’t even be in this predicament in the first place! A police themed Halloween party, really? You made me steal regulation uniforms from the station for that? What’s the matter with you Julie?!”
Julie grew misty eyed. “I just wanted to do something fun. For once, I wanted to do something fun.”
Out of nowhere, three police cruisers pulled up and stopped on the pavement just short of them. The lights flashed brightly and one of them spoke over the loudspeaker.
“Get down on the ground! Get down on the ground!”
Julie sniffed, and started to lower. “Guess this is it then. This is where it ends.”
Benjamin looked at her, back at the cops, then back at his wife. “No.” He tugged the chain bonding them his way.
“What?” she said.
“GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!” Came the shout over the police speaker.
Benjamin smiled, then whispered. “Run.”
He bolted, and Julie followed behind. The cruisers burnt rubber to start after them.
“Benjamin!” Julie screamed. “How are you planning to get away? There are police cars covering the area, and police-in-uniform at the end of the street!”
“I have a way!” He said, yelling over the sound of their foot smacks. “We might die, but I think it could work!”
“We might DIE?”
The husband and wife continued their flight. The cruisers were right behind them.
PART 4, COMING SOON!
– Thomas M. Watt