Wild Dog
Banned
A few nights ago I was out patrolling a nearby neighborhood. It was the witching hour and I noticed a house with the front door ajar. Knowing it was game time, I racked a round into my shotgun and entered, ready to blow away any street scum I came across. As I explored the house I heard a noise behind me, I then turned around and fired. I struck the punk in the left knee. He screamed and writhed in agony on the floor, I put a foot on his shoulder to keep him in place. The blood loss began to make him hallucinate and he sobbed for his mother.
"Mama can't help you, now," I said, shoving the barrel of my weapon into his mouth ready to administer the coup d'grace.
As my finger hovered over the trigger, pictures on the wall caught my eye. I looked, and saw the dirtbag I held at gunpoint in most of them. I then realized it was his house. I proceeded to get the hell out of there before the cops showed up.
Fast foward to tonight. I heard the guy I shot was in a medically induced coma and the cops sent me an order to cease and desist my so-called 'vigilante' crusade. What a load of crap.
What do you guys think I should do?
"Mama can't help you, now," I said, shoving the barrel of my weapon into his mouth ready to administer the coup d'grace.
As my finger hovered over the trigger, pictures on the wall caught my eye. I looked, and saw the dirtbag I held at gunpoint in most of them. I then realized it was his house. I proceeded to get the hell out of there before the cops showed up.
Fast foward to tonight. I heard the guy I shot was in a medically induced coma and the cops sent me an order to cease and desist my so-called 'vigilante' crusade. What a load of crap.
What do you guys think I should do?
