Day 669: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday - Prompt: knife
Twin grandsons Dudley and Donald DeVille tried hard to be the poster twins for all representatives of America's dumbest criminals in Virginia.
They were mad at how Captain H.F. Lee had showed their grandmother up to be a liar about the Soames case, and they took their hunting knives and planned to flay him right in front of police headquarters after work, just to make a point.
Right in front of police headquarters, right when all those police officers were getting off from work.
Each sharpened their knife and talked about how they were going to laugh and shed that man's blood to the ground, in front of all his colleagues. Oh, they had a good old time about it.
Then, out they went, Tuesday, after work. Captain Lee walked out of police headquarters at 5:05pm, and they got right up behind him …
They froze at the voice of quiet authority, and became confused as he turned around with a look of quiet pleading on his face.
“I don't want to do this,” he said, his voice just a little uneven. “By the time I was your age, I had already killed at least 100 men in Special Forces, but I really don't want to do it to you.”
The DeVille boys thought about that for a minute…
“My orders have killed thousands, and at this point I'm 45 years old. I'm a glorified data manager. I have a quiet job, in a quiet office, and I live in a quiet neighborhood, in a quiet apartment. I'm not looking for trouble, but trouble keeps looking for me without realizing –.”
The eyes flashed, the body tensed, and the voice thundered –.
“I'm that trouble that even Trouble don't want, as my mother-in-law says it. So, you've got two options – drop those knives and get out of here, or let me know which one of you wants to be no. 186 and who wants to be no. 187. I'll try to accommodate whoever wants to be first in Hell.”
The DeVille boys dropped their knives and ran for their lives. Captain Lee's fellow officers, their guns already drawn, holstered them, and started a round of applause before a car peeled off to bring the DeVille boys in on a bunch of other warrants and charges. Captain Lee waved, smiled, walked evenly to and into his apartment, closed his door, and slid down on the other side of it, in tears.
“Lord, thank You, thank You … I didn't have to do it … I didn't have to do it …not like that … not that way … thank You, oh, thank You!”