Blood Lust: 2

Jack ran down the alleyway, a feeling of triumph filling him. He had managed to get in, and out, without any interference from the police, a rarity for him. As though they could sense his joy, a few late comers looked into the alley, to secure any escape routes the fugitive may use. “Get him!” they shouted as they noticed Jack, fleeing down the alley. Jack swore under his breath, the chase was a foot. He looked down at the shotgun in his hand, and began feverishly reloading it.

“Now now, Dr. Savage,” the judge spoke with a thick southern accent, his pudgy fingers clutching onto a handful of documents. “We have eyewitness reports that claim you were armed with a firearm. A 12-guage no less! Now, how exactly did you manage to come into possession of such a firearm in this day and age?”

A smile crossed Jack’s face. He looked towards the guards at the doors, then back to the judge, “Stole it.”

Jack managed to load four shells into his shotgun before his pursuers began to open fire. Jack ducked and stumbled around a corner as he dodged the volley of pistol rounds. He ran, dodging bullets, strafing from wall to wall of the seemingly endless alley.

Wall to wall. Wall to grimy wall. Jack ran in his ill lit room, his morning routine for the past three years. Every day, from the moment he woke up, until the moment his meal was pushed through the steel slot on the wall, he ran.

His pursuers began to close the gap. As Jack rolled and dodged to avoid being shot, they ran forward, guns still blazing. Suddenly Jack turned around, running backwards as he fired three rounds into the chasing police. They all scattered against the walls, disoriented by the attack, some bleeding from gaping holes in their chest. Jack stopped and turned around, fired off his last round, killing the police who were trying to get up. He then walked over to the bodies, stealing a pistol from a nearby body. He checked the magazine. Satisfied that it was loaded, he walked out of the alley, into the dark side streets.

Judge Johnson stared at the man before him with a look of utter disbelief. “Jack. You admit to stealing a firearm? Something only available to military personal, and yet you act as though you have done nothing wrong. Tell me Dr. Savage, why you would admit to something that could get you killed for doing.”

“It’s simple judge. Compared to the charges I am facing, stealing from the military is a minor offence.”