07-19-2017, 09:30 AM
Officer Reyes stood like a statue, his truncheon brandished at his side while the boy approached with bravado.
“Puerco like you shouldn't show your face 'round here anymore, you know?”
Reyes’ eyelid twitched with growing agitation.
“You hear me perro? You take your papi chulo and get lost, eh?” the boy continued, pointing at Mad Bull, as he approached closer.
He drew so near Reyes could smell the Amaranth on his breath as the boy pressed a finger onto the cop’s badge and sneered, “Or maybe you wanna join your maricon brother in Hell?”
Reyes’ arm flashed overhead and struck down with full force, bludgeoning the boy's head with the tip of the baton. A greasy red smear shown through the boy's scalp where he had been struck. A gasp ran through the crowd when the boy's knees went weak and he dropped face first towards the pavement. Just as the boy began to pull himself up with his arms and hands, another blow from the nightstick rained down on the helpless punk. It thudded against his neck and the boy cried out loudly. Soon, Reyes was straddling the boy and had gripped a fistfull of collar, holding the limp boy up as he thrashed him with one clubbing blow after another on the head and shoulders.
“Bastard!” his friend screamed as he rushed Reyes, switchblade in hand.
“Goddamnit, Carlos!” Sleepy muttered, rushing to his partner's side. The gargantuan policeman lunged, but the kid managed to squirm through his grasp and stick Reyes right between the ribs with the switchblade. Reyes winced and dropped his prey to the ground as he retreated back a few steps. He gently put his hand against the wound and looked aghast at the blood on his fingers.
The boy he had been battering lay lifelessly on the asphalt road, his face sizzling on the hot pebbles. His skull was caved in, and it was evident to the assembled crowd he had probably died after only the first three blows… the rest had been savage overkill.
Stunned by his friend's hideous death, Mad Bull was able to grab the other kid, toss him to the ground and quickly handcuffed his wrists behind his back. Lying face first on the ground alongside his friend, the kid could see blood leaking out of the murdered boy's ear. A gurgling rattle could be faintly heard from the boy's throat; it was a sound his friend would never forget. Shock broke through to panic and the kid began to flail and scream for help, but the cuffs kept him immobile on the pavement . The crowd began to murmur, and in seconds, voices protected by the anonymity of their gathered mass began to shout barbed jeers from afar.
“Mató al chico!”
“Asessinos!”
“Matatombos!”
The crowd was growing boisterous and well on their way to escalating into a mob. The gathered semi circle of people was closing in and tightening around Sergeant Estes and Officer Reyes.
“Look what the FUCK you did Carlos!” Mad Bull growled.
“I...I… my brother,” he stammered in reply.
“Puerco like you shouldn't show your face 'round here anymore, you know?”
Reyes’ eyelid twitched with growing agitation.
“You hear me perro? You take your papi chulo and get lost, eh?” the boy continued, pointing at Mad Bull, as he approached closer.
He drew so near Reyes could smell the Amaranth on his breath as the boy pressed a finger onto the cop’s badge and sneered, “Or maybe you wanna join your maricon brother in Hell?”
Reyes’ arm flashed overhead and struck down with full force, bludgeoning the boy's head with the tip of the baton. A greasy red smear shown through the boy's scalp where he had been struck. A gasp ran through the crowd when the boy's knees went weak and he dropped face first towards the pavement. Just as the boy began to pull himself up with his arms and hands, another blow from the nightstick rained down on the helpless punk. It thudded against his neck and the boy cried out loudly. Soon, Reyes was straddling the boy and had gripped a fistfull of collar, holding the limp boy up as he thrashed him with one clubbing blow after another on the head and shoulders.
“Bastard!” his friend screamed as he rushed Reyes, switchblade in hand.
“Goddamnit, Carlos!” Sleepy muttered, rushing to his partner's side. The gargantuan policeman lunged, but the kid managed to squirm through his grasp and stick Reyes right between the ribs with the switchblade. Reyes winced and dropped his prey to the ground as he retreated back a few steps. He gently put his hand against the wound and looked aghast at the blood on his fingers.
The boy he had been battering lay lifelessly on the asphalt road, his face sizzling on the hot pebbles. His skull was caved in, and it was evident to the assembled crowd he had probably died after only the first three blows… the rest had been savage overkill.
Stunned by his friend's hideous death, Mad Bull was able to grab the other kid, toss him to the ground and quickly handcuffed his wrists behind his back. Lying face first on the ground alongside his friend, the kid could see blood leaking out of the murdered boy's ear. A gurgling rattle could be faintly heard from the boy's throat; it was a sound his friend would never forget. Shock broke through to panic and the kid began to flail and scream for help, but the cuffs kept him immobile on the pavement . The crowd began to murmur, and in seconds, voices protected by the anonymity of their gathered mass began to shout barbed jeers from afar.
“Mató al chico!”
“Asessinos!”
“Matatombos!”
The crowd was growing boisterous and well on their way to escalating into a mob. The gathered semi circle of people was closing in and tightening around Sergeant Estes and Officer Reyes.
“Look what the FUCK you did Carlos!” Mad Bull growled.
“I...I… my brother,” he stammered in reply.
Quote:Puerco - Pork/Pig, insulting slang for police
Perro - Dog, common slur for one you see as less than you
Papi chulo - Pimp Daddy, Puerto Rican slang
Maricon - Faggot. Perhaps the most extreme insult or slur
Mató al chico! - "He killed the boy!"
Asessinos! - "Murderers!"
Matatombos! - Mata: Killer, Tombos: Corrupt cops (slang) = "Killer cops!"