Love, unrequited , Chapter 5
"Jake, help me!"
"NOOO!!!"
"Jake, help! ahhhhh!!!"
"NO!!!!" Jake screamed and woke up from his dream. His bedsheets
were drenched in his sweat, he was dreaming of his dead wife
again.
The man, the one armed man, the murderer of his wife, his
silhouette still vividly appearing in his mind . Jake was losing
his mind, the murder of his beloved wife was too much to bear, he
started sobbing.
"why is this happening?" Jake sobbed. His soft sobbing was suddenly
and rudely drowned out by police sirens. There was a loud crash in
his house, someone had broke down the door.
"THIS IS THE FBI!" screamed detective John, his handgun pointed at
Jake.
"please help me, my wife was murdered, when I came home there was a
man in my house, he had a..."
"shut the fuk up and put your hands where I can see them!" John
screamed.
"are you suggesting that I killed my wife? how dare you." Jake
replied in anger, he seems to be saying that alot the past few
days, everyone seemed to think he murdered his wife. He had called
the police but they didnt give him any answers, and now this, it
was too much for him.
"THIS IS MADNESS!" Jake screamed in anguish.
"madness?" detective John said with a sneer.
"THIS IS SPARTA!!!!"
with a swift kick to the stomach John laid Jake low as he moved in
to handcuff him.
"this is detective John, I have the situation under control, over."
he said on his radio, but he was not prepared for what was
coming.
with inhuman strength born from fury, Jake grabbed John's right
hand and flipped his arm over, dropping his gun from his grip as he
bent his arm.
"what the....suspect is resisting arrest!" John screamed into his
radio. Being a seasoned detective, he was no novice to fighting, as
the initial surprise died down, John did a sideways flip and
loosened Jake's grip on his arm, as he delivered a sweeping kick to
Jake's calf and brought him to the ground. John dashed for his
fallen gun but Jake crept back up with incredible speed, an insane
look on his face, an
kicked the gun away from John.
"I repeat, suspect is resisting arrest, need assistance!" John
managed to say into his radio before a Round House Kick sent it
flying out of the window. John managed to dodge the kick in time
but Jake came on again with a tornado kick.
"whoa are you fuking kidding me, you pulling a 540 on me?" John was
impressed and angry at the same time as he landed on his back from
the kick. Jake moved to pick up the gun and pointed it at John, who
raised up his hands.
"Do not shoot! I'm the FBI! you fool!" John threatened.
"I did not kill my wife!" Jake screamed in anguish. At this moment
more footsteps sounded at his house. Jake realized what was
happening, he was going to be arrested. with only a few seconds to
think, he jumped out of the window of his 2 storey house.
"He went out the window, release the hounds!" shouted detective
John.
Just then, a huge explosion lit up the nigh sky. and all went black
for John.
