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That's an easy problem to fix." As she made this remark, Kelly stood and swung the gun at me. However, I was
ready for it and caught it by the stock. We fought for the gun for a moment until, though I still don't know how,
it fired. It clipped Kelly in the shoulder, causing her to lose her grip on the barrel and fall to the ground.
Now, unlike Kelly, I am not a fast thinker. I panicked, ran out to my car and backed out of the driveway. As I
looked in my rear-view mirror, I saw the police pulling up. I looked at the house and saw Kelly run out onto the
porch, clutching her shoulder, pointing at me. I rolled down my window and heard her shout "That's him! That's
the killer!" I began to panic more than I already had. I decided to try and get away. I dropped my foot onto
the gas pedal and sped off.
As I was getting toward the middle of the city, I decided to look back and see how close the cops were. There were
a large number of cruisers behind me, as well as a chopper in the sky. Looking back was a stupid move on my part,
because I decided to count them. About the time I got to eleven, my car hit something in the road, and began swerving
uncontrollably. I slammed into a telephone pole, lucky that I was wearing a seatbelt. I stumbled out of the car,
and ran to the first house in front of me. I swung the door open, pointed the gun, and got the people in a circle
on the floor. This brings the story to the present moment.
The police were yelling for me to drop my weapon. I tried to think, but this wasn't exactly the environment for
that. I looked back at the three hostages. Wait a minute, I thought there were four of them?
**The next day**
I wake up in a hospital bed, and look over to see a police officer sitting in a chair. "You're awake,"
he says. "Good."
What happened?"
"Well, one of your hostages snuck around you and knocked you out. About the same time, the SWAT team charged
through the front door. They hauled you out on a stretcher, you,ve been out ever since."
"I guess I've got a long time as someone's bitch ahead of me in some federal 'Pound-me-in-the-ass Prison'."
"Actually, no. Your girlfriend didn't die. The bullet missed the vital organs, and she told us the truth.
We have the other girl locked up in a room down the hall until her shoulder heals. She confessed to the attempted
murder."
"What about the family I held hostage? I would press charges if I were in their position. I can just imagine
how the wife must have felt when she got home."
"Well see, that's the funny part. There is no wife. The people you were holding hostage were running a meth
lab in their basement. We never had the information neccessary to bust them, though. You breaking in there and
holding them hostage gave us the right to be on the premises. Once there, it didn't take long to get the evidence
we needed to lock them up. You're actually a hero. Congratulations."
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