the shot once taken

the death of a freedom fighter!

“Stand up Brothers and sisters,” a man stood behind a podium before a sizable crowd in a park in the middle of the city,” Stand up for yourselves!”
The crowd cheered briefly.
“They want you to be satisfied!” he stated then paused.
“They want you to be compliant!” He again stated then paused as the crowd began to agree with what he was saying.
“They want you t…” He said a third time, only to get interrupted by an unseen force pushing him backwards, spreading his blood on the podium in front of him.
Within a few split seconds the sound of the shot rang out, sending the crowd in a panic to distance them from the obvious danger zone. It was totally everyman for himself, as man trampled man, women pushed their way through women, hoping to get away before they were perceived as targets.
The body laid on the stage in a small pool of blood. The lifeless remains of the freedom fighter laid there with no one around him. As the body hit the stage he was alive, but fear of another shot being taken drove people to hide behind anything that would conceal them from view, stopped anybody from getting to him. The slight gurgling sound came from his mouth, each time softer than the last one, till it finally stopped and this life was over.
As the crowd stampeded away, the police came rushing in with their weapons drawn, surrounding the stage looking for some indication of who could have done this vile thing.
After about two minuets, a single police officer made his way across the stage, inch by inch, step by step, with weapon drawn, looking around as he made his way to the body. Once he got to it, he slowly reached down, pressing two fingers to his throat for a few seconds before turning to another officer and shaking his head indicating that no life was there, and that this evil deed was done.
The sound of sirens began to fill the air, coming in from every side, as multiple units of police, including swat and patrol officers, as well as fire and rescue personnel made there way there to assist all those who were injured in the courtyard in front of the stage as the crowd stampeded to get away from the spot.
As the units began to arrive, they were horrified because of the sheer number of people lying on the ground, some injured calling out in pain, some passed out from pain, while still others who were dead. The ones who got trampled were men, women, and children. no one was spared the terror that fear can bring.
“Central, this is seven-zebra four,” A police officer spoke into his microphone clipped to his chest, the horror of what he saw there filling his heart.
“Go ahead. This is central,” the voice answered over the radio.
“If you have any more ambulances to send get them here now. And you better get more officers and rescue personnel down here. Alert the hospital of a trauma alert here.”
“Ten-four! Will do,” the female voice answered again,” What is happening down there?”
The color in the officers face drained away quickly as shock began to settle in as he looked over the scene,” A massacre!”
Meanwhile, a distance from the scene, a well dressed man steps from a building carrying a dark colored case. puts his sunglasses on and walks in the opposite direction from where the assassination, a slight smile on his face, as half a dozen police cruisers fly by with lights a blazing.
he pulls out a phone, dials a number and puts it to his ear.
"It's done," he says into the phone , then puts it away, producing a set of keys, unlocking a passenger side door to a dark colored sedan putting the small case inside and getting in and driving away. A smile ran across his face as he drove through the chaos that existed now because of what he had done.
"Now, the people will think that the terrorists did it," He thought.
"How can I help you Martin," His car computer asked.
"I want to make a call Cheryl."
"Ok," the computer generate voice replied emotionlessly," Who do you want to call?"
"Paige."
"Ok, calling Paige."
The voice went silent for a second before the sound of phone ringing could be heard.
"Hello," A female voice answered, sounding a little out of breath.
"Hi, Paige," He said," I'm done with work now and I'm heading home for the day."
"Great!," She said with a surprise in her voice, "We going to dinner tonight, like we talked about?"
"But of course," he answered, as if there was any other answer he could have given," I just have to stop by the office a second to drop off something, but then I'm all yours."
"So how long till you get here?" she asked innocently.
" about a half and hour."
" Ok see you then."
"Ok, Love you!"
"Love you too," she said, then the line went dead with a beep.