City Life

His entrails burst forth like a freshly tailored haggis.
His form had left us.
His smile had left.
However his face continued to spasm and contort; slowly draining his mind of every concept and emotion.
“Drop your weapon!”
His hand lay cold by Brooks’ ankle, harmonizing his entire body, slowly fading, slowly leaving.
His skin writhed and pulsated, pumping to an offbeat, nauseating rhythm.
Brooks knelt on the cobbled pavement and crouched around the form of his prey.
“Look at you; pulsating all over the place, you’re pathetic. You make me feel sick!” Brooks whispered into his ear.
“Drop your weapon!”
Brooks took once glance to his left, and was further disgusted by what he saw.
“I bet you feel like a big man now, don’t you.” said brooks, his voice echoing into the barrel of a 44. magnum, “Well congratulations, you have your dominance. Cuff me or kill me, your choice.”
“What have you done to my brother?” The officer shouted.
“If you kill me now, I’ll die a man with no regrets.” Brooks said. His face returning to its primal mask of happiness. One cast of sadism.
“You…”
The gun let out a lethal, passionate scream, resonating through the streets and back alleys. “You punk, did you just feel lucky then?” the officer screamed as his victim slowly shrived and perished.
“Luck is seldom witnessed in these depressed times. That’s why you make me fell sick, physically sick!”
The officer tipped his trilby and strolled into the night, his mind clear his conscience at rest.
“Brooks oh, Brooks. You were a bad man; no longer will you do me wrong.” The officer whispered into the clutches of the New York night life, one of drugs, hot jazz and prostitution. He then gazed back onto Brooks, his body already beginning to fester and deteriorate, soon to be harvested by the great bird of the night.

The officer, lost in his thoughts, stumbled and fell, his landing accompanied by an audible crack.
“Oh my God! My legs, my legs!” The officer suddenly became still.
He knew time was coming… soon. The great bird was nearly here, a 1000 foot, anarchistic, result of nuclear experimentation that dominated the New York skyline every night at 3:32 am. And the officer knew he would be its next victim.
“Oh no, Oh my God!”