Stringer 1

The seizure splits and leaves and I'm left looking up at the boots
of the cop.
-Not much fun, is it now?
-No, not much fun at all.
-You gonna get up or should I leave you here?
-No, I'll get up. You gonna let me leave?
-Not with the shit, no.
-K, let me get up.
And I'm booking down the alley, hearing him scream something about
shooting and then the shots whiz by my head. I make a sharp turn into a
doorway and tumble into a junky shooting up.
-Sorry.
-No, problem.
I race out of the doorway and into the adjacent alleyway. I see the cop
out of the corner of my eye. Then, the demons come and I'm racing down
a throat, having trouble navigating my legs on its tongue.
-Oh, shit, Oh, shit.
The gun is still firing and I can see the bullets whiz by me now. They
have hungry mouths and they search for me, look over at my strung out
body and decide it's not worth it - move on.
-Freeze!
A cop is in front of me now, another one, and his face is potholed with
mouths and they're all telling me to freeze. I look down at my legs and
they're frozen to the tongue. I try to move and I can't. I pull the bag
out my pocket, for it has now grown the temperature of the sun and I
hold it up as a shot passes me.
-It's here - have it.
The cop behind me grabs it out of hand and then kicks me in the chest.
It feels like a gun shot. I'm on the ground now looking up at both cops
who've turned into great octopuses with their tentacles all over my
stash. I think I'm crying now.
-Shoot him?
-Nah, leave him here, if what I hear about this shit is true, he'll
kill himself.
This puts me over the edge and now the alley begins falling apart like
toothpicks and I'm looking around at hell. Demons off to the right come
slowly out of a burning mound of bodies, circle and come for me. I've
been here before and I can handle it, to a certain degree. But, what if
this time I am dead and this is OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD