Below Rock Bottom [prt.1], a short story by Green Phantom. Date added: 2012-05-22. Times viewed: 1310.
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- Intro: Since they're childhood, they've always been obsessed with 'Justice'.
Below Rock Bottom
Written by Green Phantom®
[Genre: Action, Drama & Fantasy]
[Inspired by Pure Imagination]
Copyright (c) 2012 This written piece may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the author.
Saturnville High, 2009
“Where the hell are those two?” Chandré asked her friend Greg.
Class D of the twelve graders from Saturnville High, were in the middle of writing their final English exam, but two of the class’s desk were empty.
The one desk belonged to Trevor Milton, while the other belonged to Leon Kelso; two of the schools biggest class clowns.
“They better have a damn good excuse for missing this test”, the grouchy teacher whispered, as he overheard Chandré.
Four blocks away…
“What the fuck is wrong with you kids!!?” the exhausted man yelled out over his shoulder, as he ran down the alley with a stolen purse.
“Drop the damn purse!” Trevor shouted back, as he chased after the thief, with Leon close by.
A few seconds later, the thief dropped the stolen purse… but that didn’t satisfy the two ‘justice seeking’ teens, yet.
They kept chasing after him, kicking the purse out of the way.
“Okay! I dropped it!” the man yelled again.
“Yeah, we noticed!” Leon shouted out.
“Then stop freakin chasing me!”
“We’ll stop when the police show up!” Trevor replied.
The thief moaned to himself, frustrate; “screw this”, he said and jumped up against the fence on his side.
With no energy left, he couldn’t even pull himself up, and just ended up hanging there while he tried to catch his breath.
Leon and Trevor eventually caught up with the ‘hang man’ and crouched down to catch their breath too.
The thief let go of the fence and landed back on his feet; “What’s up with you kids? Are your father’s cops or what?” he asked, turning to face them.
“We made a pact with Justice”, Leon answered plainly, and Trevor nodded in agreement.
The man looked at them miserably; “are you fuck’n serious? You know how corny that sounds? Justice ain’t even real!”
Suddenly Leon and Trevor’s mood and expression darkens significantly, as if they’ve just been personally insulted.
“You talk shit about Justice again” Leon griped; “and we’ll fuck you up. Come on! I dare you! Just say something again!”
Surprised, the thief studied them; “justice… ain’t… SHIT!”
Trevor and Leon both launched at the guy.
Saturnville Police Academy.
Three years later, Trevor and Leon finished their training at the local police academy and joined the force.
Since they’re childhood, they’ve been obsessed with ‘Justice’.
They’ve even gone so far as to portray ‘Justice’ as a graceful woman, in need of their help.
The two best friends, standing amongst the other eighteen recruits, all dressed in their uniforms, smiled at the cheering crowd, with their hands behind their backs.
“We’re one step closer to Justice, bro”, Leon whispered to Trevor.
“No shit” he replied; “I can’t wait to get my first bust.”
“How about a race?” Leon suggested playfully; “First one to jail fifteen criminals gets to embrace Justice first, after we’re eventually worthy of meeting her of course.”
Trevor smiled, thinking about it; “you’re on”.
Two days later.
“Ain’t this a bitch…!?” Leon said frustrated.
The two, being assigned together after a half an hour plead, sat in their police issued vehicle, staking out a house in the ‘Brailoa’ neighbourhood.
This was definitely not their thing.
They understood catching criminals, yes, but waiting like this for something to eventually happen, was not their thing at all.
And on the other hand; the ‘Brailoa’ neighbourhood was one of the safest upper class neighbourhoods. It was rare that something illegal went on in this area.
“Tell me about it…” Trevor remarked, miserable, and gave his captain a call on his cell phone; “Captain here’s nothing happening… Leon asks if we can leave now…”
Leon quickly punched Trevor against the arm; “No I didn’t, Captain!” he shouted over at the phone.
“Trevor” the Captain replied; “you stay there. That’s your assignment, okay? You stay there.”
In the Captains office.
The captain stands over his desk, in front of the phone, with six other police officers around him.
Everyone’s trying to keep in their laughter.
“Yes captain” Trevor says from the other side of the line; “I’m just saying, I can’t say see anything illegal happening over here… this area is one of the most innocent areas in town.”
The guys look up at the captain, almost breaking into laughter.
“Just stay there for another few hours or so…” the captain replied, almost breaking into laughter now, himself; “I’m sure something will come up…” and with that he ended the call and finally broke out laughing.
The others all joined in around him.
Back in the ‘Brailoa’ Neighbourhood.
“Screw this”, Trevor said and cocked his ‘SIG-Sauer P220’ pistol, in front of his face.
“Woah…” Leon commented, looking at Trevor.
“What?” Trevor asked him curiously.
“That looked sick just now”, he replied; “the way you said ‘screw this’ and then cocked you gun.”
Trevor smiled curiously; “What? Serious? You do it quick, let me see.”
Leon quickly sat up straight and prepared himself for the demonstration, pulling his face serious and drawing his own ‘SIG-Sauer P220’ pistol.
“Wait a minute” Trevor says; “I don’t pull my face like that.”
“Yes you do.”
“What? No I don’t…” Trevor replied.
“Dude, I see you every day. You do pull your face like this. Everytime you enter a building, get out the car, or when a hot girl walks by; you pull your face like this.”
“Seriously?” Trevor then looks up at himself in the mirror and studies his face.
“Alright, here I go”, Leon said, and Trevor turned to face him.
“Screw this” Leon said grouchily and cocked his gun in front of his face.
Trevor laughed slightly; “Shit bro, that does look sick, but I do not speak like that.”
“Yes you do”, Leon replied.
“No I don’t.”
“Dude-“, Leon then sighs annoyed; “never mind.”
The two then get out of the car; “wait, what are we doing?” Leon asks curiously.
“The captain thinks the guy that lives here, might be up to something illegal” Trevor replied; “so he wants us to sit out here and watch the guy. But I say that’s boring, so we’ll go and take a closer look”, Trevor heads towards the house.
“Wait… how close…?” Leon asked curiously.
Three minutes later.
Trevor and Leon busts open the front door and rush in, waving around their guns.
The house owner, being a middle aged man, is caught red handed; sitting in front of his coffee table snorting cocaine with a girl half his age.
“Freeze Yourself!!” Leon yells out, in a grouchy voice, trying to imitate Trevor.
Annoyed, “This is the police!!” Trevor adds on.
Due to the surprise, the cocaine snorting man suddenly started to cough out seriously.
His girlfriend, on the other hand, had already jumped up and threw her hands into the air, her big breasts bouncing in her blouse along with her movement.
“Good girl…” Trevor commented, staring at her mounds.
The old guy couldn’t stop his cough and reached into his pants’ pocket.
“His got a gun!!” Leon suddenly cried out and shot the guy in the shoulder.
“No!!” the girl yelled out and crouched down immediately to tend to the guy; “he was just getting his inhaler!” she yelled out again; “how could he even fit a gun in these tight pockets!?”
“A very good point, mam” Trevor agreed and smacked Leon against the head.
“Dude” Leon said; “I’ve seen a gun the size of a mouse once…”
“The ‘North American Arms Guardian’ gun, is the size of a mouse…” the guy nearly bleeding to death, commented.
“You see!?” Leon added, excitedly, and received another smack against the head from Trevor.
Two hours later.
The Captain’s office.
“Leon!” the captain snapped; “you fucked up. And you Trevor, you might as well have just fucked up as well. You two are like peanut butter and jelly.”
Leon smiled; “We’re good on-“
“-No!” the captain snapped; “you’re disgusting! Peanut butter and jelly makes me sick! It tastes like shit!”
Leon reacted offended.
“Sir”, Trevor said; “I don’t know what report you received, but we just busted that guy for three illegal fire-arms and two kilos of cocaine. So if you ask me, I’d say we did pretty well.”
“Yeah, Captain”, Leon added; “we don’t know what channel you’re on…. Cause we’re on LSPN…”
Trevor quickly faced him annoyed.
“Shut up! The both of you!” the captain snapped again; “you shot the guy for getting his inhaler! How do you think that’s gonna look in tomorrow’s papers!? And another thing; I thought I told you to stay in the car! Why the hell did you go in???”
Trevor and Leon suddenly found themselves unable to think of a good excuse.
“Cause…” Leon jump to the opportunity, and Trevor just closed his eyes, praying that his partner wouldn’t fuck it up; “Cause…” Leon continued; “cause we could hear the guy snorting from all the way in the street.”
“For fuck sakes!!” Trevor yelled out at Leon, and they both turned to face the captain.
“Get out… now!” the captain yelled at them, and they jumped up.
“Sir, I can fix this” Leon said.
“Get out!! You idiot!!!”
Trevor quickly opened the door and pushed his partner out violently.
“Dude, I can walk” Leon says irritated.
Three hours later.
In the ‘Igor’ fast food restaurant.
The two occupying a booth with pasta dishes in front of them; Trevor just ended a call and puts his cell phone away.
“Who was that?” Leon asked with his mouth stuffed of food.
“Dude, chew and swallow first.”
Leon suddenly spits the food back onto his plate and points at Trevor; “don’t tell me how to eat, okay? I can eat on my own”, then he picks up the same batch with his fork and puts it back into his mouth.
Trevor has his face pulled all disgusted, and eventually just looks away.
“So who was that?” Leon asks, again with his mouth stuffed with food.
“Chandré” Trevor replies, still looking away; “she says they’re having a party at her place tonight.”
Leon quickly swallows; “so we’re going right.”
“Screw that” Leon objects; “Justice might need us over there.”
“Would you stop using Justice to get what you want?” Trevor replies, facing him again; “Justice doesn’t even party.”
“Why the hell not???” Leon asked in disbelief; “everyone likes to have a good time, even Justice.”
“You’re full of shit, you know that?”
“And Justice loves me for it.”
“There you go again, using Justice-”
“-You gonna eat your pasta or what?” Leon interrupts; “you know you gota stock up on your carbs, cause the last time we jogged you went out of breath.”
Trevor suddenly reacts confused; “what the hell are you talking about? We never jog.”
“What?” Leon asked, also confused now; “we jogged just two nights ago.”
“Dude, I don’t know who the fuck you were jogging with, but it wasn’t me. I was at my sisters twenty first party two nights ago.”
“You trippin” Leon comments and continues eating.
“No, you’re trippin”, Trevor replies.
Then for the next two minutes, no one says anything.
All you hear at the table, is Leon’s fork hitting his teeth everytime he takes a bite, which starts to annoy Trevor by the way.
“What about a race?” Leon says, noticing Trevor not eating; “first one to finish their food, is officially titled Justice’s number one fan.”
Trevor takes a few seconds, pretending like he’s not interested, and then the next thing you know, the two are racing away.
Thirty minutes later.
In the car.
Leon, sitting in the passenger seat, lifts up his right leg and forces out his fourth fart.
Suddenly Trevor changes lanes, almost bumping into another car, and then pulls over along the side walk.
“Fuck you, dude” Trevor says and quickly gets out of the car.
Laughing uncontrollably, Leon eventually calms himself down and faces Trevor; “I guess that makes me the winner.”
Taking in his last few breaths of fresh air, Trevor turns to face Leon; “Fuck… You… Dude… that’s the last time we do that contest.”
Leon breaks out in laughter again, and suddenly they get a message on their radio; “are there any units near ‘Rainfall Street’ downtown division? We’ve got a robbery in progress at the ‘Sabre’ electronic store. I repeat; are there any units near ‘Rainfall Street’ downtown division?”
Leon grabs the radio, but Trevor rushes back to the car and grabs the radio from him; “this is Officer Milton and Officer Kelso. We’ll take this one.”
“Copy that, Officer Milton” the girl on the radio replied and ended the transmission.
Trevor then quickly gets into the car again and starts the engine.
“Why do you always have to do that?”
“Do what?” Trevor asked, knowing exactly what Leon meant, and then drives off.
“Everytime I’m about to answer the radio, you grab it from me.”
“Cause you don’t know how to speak on it”, Trevor replied; “Last time you had the woman all confused and shit.”
“That’s bullshit”, Leon said in disagreement; “she was confused cause she couldn’t keep up with what I was saying.”
“No, she was confused because you let go of the button after every third word you said.”
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” Leon asked confused.
“No” Trevor replied; “that’s not what you supposed to do. Who ever told you that?”
Trevor then thinks about it, curiously; “you know… sometimes I think the captain wants us to fuck up…”
“You can’t say shit like that man, it bothers Justice.” Leon says, concerned.
“Ah come on, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it yet.”
Leon then thinks about it, but can’t come up with anything; “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
“Okay” Trevor replies; “what about the time that he told us to take the patrol car parked across the street from the department, and when we did, the engine broke down and they asked us to pay for the damage?”
“That could’ve happened to anyone”, Leon replies unconvinced.
“Okay, what about the time he replaced our guns, saying it was new improved fire-arms, and when we used it, our suspects ended up looking like they just went out paint balling?”
This starts to get Leon thinking; “that was pretty suspicious.”
“No shit” Trevor replies; “and what about the time he gave us that specific box of doughnuts, and we were stuck in the bathroom afterwards for the following seven hours?”
“Okay dammit” Leon snaps; “you’re making my head spin, giving me all this shit to think about… that’s why I leave the thinking to you.”
Twenty minutes later.
Outside the ‘Sabre’ Electronic Store.
Trevor pulls off in front of the store, and the first few shots hit their car.
“Shit, this one is lively, huh?” Trevor says as they both duck, draw their weapons and get out of the car then take cover.
“That’s six left” Leon says randomly.
“What’s ‘six left’?” Trevor asks curiously.
“I’m guessing he’s using a normal Glock 37”, Leon explains as if he knows what he’s talking about; “meaning his got a 10-shot magazine, and he just shot off four bullets, meaning his got six shots left, kabish?”
“No” Trevor objects; “not kabish. How the fuck would you know if he’s using a Glock 37? What if it’s a Glock 35? And how the fuck would you know he just fired off four bullets so far? We only got here now.”
“Just trust me” Leon says.
“No, fuck that”, Trevor replies; “every damn time you tell me to trust you, something happens to us.”
Another four shots hits the car and they duck even lower; “Stop freakin shooting, you fuck’n moron!” Trevor yells out; “We the police, and we gonna catch you eventually, and you just gonna end up apologizing!!”
“Fuck you!” the criminal shouts back and takes another shot at the car; “fuck the police!”
“Why do they always have to say some dumb shit like that?” Trevor asks Leon.
“That’s nine shots so far” Leon replies, and then rethinks it, counting on his fingers.
“Would you drop that shit already? You gonna get us killed.”
“No”, Leon argues; “it’s not shit; I’ve been taking extra weapon-handling classes. So I know what the fuck I’m talking about. Just get him to shoot once more…”
“What…? You want me to ask him; to shoot at us???”
“Just trust me!! For fuck sakes!!” Leon snaps.
Trevor looks surprised, thinks about it for a second, and then sighs; “Yo! Fuck-face!!?” he yells over the car.
“What!?” the criminal shouts back.
“Would you shoot at us, one more time!?”
“What!!?” the criminal shouts back again, this time confused.
Trevor faces Leon and sees him nodding with a smile.
Trevor then sighs again; “my partner asks if you could please shoot at us, one more time!”
“You chicken fucking nerd!” Leon adds excitedly.
“What are you doing?” Trevor asks.
“Who’s a chicken fucking nerd!?” the criminal shouts out, furiously; “I hate nerds!”
Then he fires that last bullet, and the next time he pulls the trigger, the sound of a blank magazine echoes in Trevor’s mind.
Leon just smiles, nodding slowly; “now; we make our move”.
Trevor smiles impressed, and the two get up from behind the car, confidently.
The criminal reacts surprised, as if it’s the first time he uses a gun, but then to Trevor and Leon’s own surprise, the criminal draws another gun and fires it at them.
“Shit!!” Leon says and the two immediately duck again.
“That’s the fuck’n last time I listen to you!!!” Trevor yells while punching Leon; “I told you, you were gonna get us killed!”
“Stop it!” Leon snaps; “stop hitting me! I wanne say something!”
“What!?” Trevor asks, as another four bullets hit the car.
“Just think about this” Leon says; “we’re already in deep shit with the captain. If we fuck this up, he’ll probably suspend us…”
Trevor thinks about it, realising it to be true; “So what are you saying?”
“I say, we get back in the car, drive the fuck off, and pretend like we never even reached the store yet…”
Trevor thinks about it; “good thinking, that’s why you’re my partner.”
Trevor and Leon quickly get back into the car, avoiding another four bullets, and then drive off.
“What the fuck…” the criminal says, looking out of the store window at the cop-car driving off.
“Wait!!!!” Leon suddenly shouts out, and Trevor brings the car to a dead-break stop, causing Leon to almost hit his head against the dashboard.
“What!?” Trevor asks; “this was your fuck’n idea!”
“What about Justice?” Leon asks, thinking deeply about it.
The name Justice, suddenly opens Trevor’s eyes as well, and he realises the same mistake.
“Justice says we should go back there”, Leon says.
“No” Trevor replies; “Justice says you’re a fuck’n idiot, and you almost made her hate us.”
“Yes… she says that too…” Leon adds, embarrassed.
Trevor quickly reverses a few metres back, and then spins the car around the other way; “This time we’re shooting back.”
Twenty minutes later.
In the car, on the way to the police department.
“My name’s William, but you can call me Will” the cuffed criminal says, from the backseat.
“Fuck that, your name is Dipshit.” Trevor says, irritated.
“No, my name’s William, but you can call me Will.”
Leon looks over his shoulder, also irritated; “when you sitting in the back of our car, your name is Dipshit, okay!?”
“Then switch places with me”, William says, playfully.
“The only thing you’re switching places with... is with whatever is in the boot…” Leon replies.
William reacts slightly confused; “okay I get what you were trying to say, but it didn’t sound right the way you said it…”
“It sounded okay with me”, Trevor replied.
“Thank you, partner”, Leon replied smiling.
William studied the two officers, in disgust; “are the two of you like a couple or something, cause-“
“-No we’re not a fuck’n couple” Trevor quickly replies, agitated.
“Well you could’ve fooled me.”
Leon quickly tried to think of a comeback; “you don’t even look like you have a girlfriend…”
“That’s because I have two!”
“What? in your dreams?” Leon replied stupidly.
“Okay, you’re starting to irritate me now” William says; “with your grade one comebacks.”
“Your mother is in grade one” Leon replies, and Trevor laughs.
“You’re real immature for a cop, you know that?”
“And you’re real immature for-“
“-a criminal” William interrupts; “yeah I know. You’re so predictable.”
Leon thinks about it; “well what am I gonna do next?”
“You’re gonna piss your pants” William says and starts laughing.
Leon launches to the back and punches William in the face.
“Ow!!” William moans, holding onto his nose; “Fuck!”
“I guess I’m not that predictable, am I!?” Leon teased.
Trevor laughs again; “guess not”.
End of Part 1
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