The Confrontation: Prologue

by Al

The following is a dramatization of  real events. Names of people and places have been changed or modified, because that’s what based-on-real-events writers do. For whatever reason.

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PROLOGUE

Now this is not one of those crime stories that is so shocking and disturbing only because in the back of your mind, you’re always thinking, “Shit! This actually happened in real life.“

You know the ones I’m talking about, don’t you? The two adolescent boys that planned and executed the perfect murder. Hitchcock made a movie about them.

No. This is hardly even a crime story. At least to the stupid little kid it isn’t. He likes to think of it more as a giant case of miscommunication.

The mother, on the other hand, wouldn’t. To her, it’s a crime story, plain and simple.

That’s what makes this story very rashomon — without the part where the bandit killed the samurai, that is. Trust me, I wish there was murder involved. Murder makes every story so much more interesting, doesn’t it?

Just the other day, a friend was telling the stupid little kid a story about how two police officers killed some random woman that had something to do with some high ranking politician somewhere in some way. I know, pretty vague stuff. That’s because the stupid little shit was only half-listening when the friend was telling the story — that was until the murder got his attention.

It wasn’t so much that the murder was committed by police officers that got the stupid kid’s attention. Or that they shot this harmless woman in the head execution style. No what really got his attention was that after these officers shot the lady, they put an explosive in her mouth and blew up her skull to pieces. It was something straight out of a Rambo movie. Maybe not Rambo exactly, but a foreign Rambo-like movie. Rambo wouldn’t blow up a woman’s head, would he?

Unfortunately, this didn’t happen in a movie. It happened in real life. The little shit didn’t even know that police officers carried explosives. What for? And he wondered about that all night.

Now the mother, she wouldn’t think like that. She would instead ask questions like, why did the woman get involved in a shady business deal with a dirty politician in the first place? Because the mother would’ve been listening when the friend was initially telling the story. She would’ve known that this was no random woman, and that was no random murder. She would’ve known that the woman knew, going in, what they were doing was wrong.

Then again, this is not a story about that murder, or any murder for that matter. This is not even in the least bit a crime story. So if that is what you’re here for — a juicy tale of conspiracy involving corruption, murder and deceit — please move on.

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Chapter 1 next week.