Shot to Pieces: Dead Bang
Shot to Pieces
Chapter 1: Blood Bath
It was three o clock in the morning, and aside from a few barks and the sounds of the rain, it was quiet. Cars lined the street in front of Detective Go Dakis apartment, where he stood at the base of the small wooden steps. He knew that his fiancé, Oko, was inside waiting for him. He had called her before he came home.
Its over, he had said, nearly crying at the sound of her voice, I can come home now. She had cried also, and the conversation had been an enjoyable, albeit tearful one. For years Go had been undercover. While doing so, the young detective had picked up a smoking habit. Go took a drag of his cigarette. He walked up the steps and unlocked the door. A smile came over his sharp face as he took one last drag and threw the butt to the side.
As was custom, he removed his shoes before stepping into the hallway. Framed posters of western musicians lined the walls. Nice touch, he thought, slowly making his way past the kitchen.
Are you asleep? he called out, assuming so. Still he was given no reply.
Suddenly, he stopped and his nostrils flared. Just as suddenly, he continued through the apartment. He kept his hand on the gun tucked in the back of his belt. He stopped just before the door of their bathroom. That is when his hand drew the gun and foot broke the door.
There was a click as the thirty eight, which Go had previously held onto so tightly, fell to the bathroom floor. He felt his heart fall right along with it. He had found Oko, but not like he had hoped. Where had expected to see a smile, he saw blood. Her head had been blown upon the bathroom wall. Her slender figure lied naked in a bath of blood.
Go fell to his knees. Tears in his eyes and, a hole in his heart, he grabbed the .357 magnum. For a moment he held it under his chin. He tried to pull the trigger, but his hands wouldnt stop shaking.
Fuck, he barely managed to mumble. Again, the thirty eight hit the floor. The detectives eyes darted from the gun to Oko, his mind racing more and more. Somehow he was able to get to his feet.
What&? Why&, asked Go, sounding more and more like a mad man with every word. Only the ring of the telephone brought him out of his daze. Even so, he didnt answer it. Instead he kept his gaze on the tub and the gun. The phone rung a final time, and he let the answering machine divide his attention.
Detective, are you there? came the voice from the other line.
Gos eyes immediately darted to the phone. Shageki, his mind screamed. For some reason he had expected his supervisor, Chief Mura to call.
Listen, I hope Im not interrupting anything. I know that your wife was really looking forward to-.
The phone was in the officers hand now.
So, you are there? said Shageki, his voice just on the brink of laughing.
Go said nothing.
I always liked that about you. You dont talk much. Thats good, because I want you to listen. Its been eight years since I found you. You were just a wannabe before I found you. Just another spoiled child with a knack for trouble, remember?
Of course you dont. It was all pretend remember? Just a fucking paycheck to you, neh?
Did you just call to talk about old times? Go spat back, Why did you do it, and how do you know who I am?
If there are rats in my trap, then its only natural that there are rats in yours, explained Shageki, his voice getting rougher now, And as for why? Ask yourself, or better yet, come outside. We can talk face to face. My phone bill is getting expensive these days.
Before the infuriated detective could say anything else, the conversation ended with a click. He could feel his blood boiling. He went back to the bathroom, said a prayer for Oko, and grabbed the magnum. He checked it before he went outside.
Shageki leaned on a car across the street, as promised. Go stared him down as he came down the steps. As soon as his foot touched the sidewalk, a man rushed him from his left. He was stopped, however, by a knee to the stomach. Coldly, the detective pushed him into a car. The passengers side window was shattered, as a bullet entered his throat and came out the other side. The man who came from his right was shot in the sternum.
He went into shock in the middle of the sidewalk. Four, thought Go, keeping track of the rounds he had left. When he made it to the car, within inches of Shageki, all four of its doors opened. Men in suits and sun glasses stepped out. Each man carried a pistol.
You might as well drop it, cop, said the Yakuza boss, You only have four shots left. Either way this goes, youre going to die.
I dont give a fu-, he began to yell, but the feeling of cold steel at the back of his head robbed him of his boldness.
You might want to start caring, because these guys certainly dont. I dont want to kill you, detective. I want to help you.
You want to help me!? How!? I dont even know why any of this is happening, answered Go, his voice threatening to choke with tears.
There, there. Its alright. Remember Chimoko?
Chimoko brought up a memory. A memory that he would have done anything to forget.
So, you knew? The whole time, you knew? asked Go, all emotion fading from him.
Of course I knew. Why do you think I killed your woman? I was looking out for you. She died thinking that you were always faithful. Secrets like that are hard to keep, neh? You might be some kind of super cop, but you wouldve broken. At least I saved her heart, explained Shageki, Its not her death Ive come to discuss, though. Im more interested in mine.
Come on, lets take a ride. As a show of good faith, Ill even let you keep your gun. All I ask in return is that you unload it.
You dont leave me with much choice, grumbled Go, spinning the chamber out of the revolver. The sound of hollow tips hitting the black top echoed into the night. Without any warning, Shageki pulled a nine millimeter from his belt. The man waiting by the back door on the left let out yell when he was shot three times in the chest.
Wouldnt want my guest to be uncomfortable. Please, get in detective, he said, putting the gun back in his belt. Reluctantly, Go did the same. I watched you die, he thought, I saved your life. Then he lit another cigarette, and got in. Where he was going, he did not know
« Last Edit: December 28, 2008, 10:22:45 PM by jigoku kaiten
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