Eftwentithree

Finster was resigned to his fate. He could see no chance for escape. They would take him with them. He would end up as some kind of a lab rat, for this "Dr. Ekhard", whoever he was. It all seemed so incredibly unreal. Finster's only satisfaction was that they hadn't found the girl.
Now that Finster had finished with the plant's equipment, Stevens locked the handcuffs back on, this time in front of him. At least now he'd be able to scratch himself, he thought. Stevens still had the gun. He pointed to the door, and Finster walked out with the other man behind him.


Sally was expecting someone to come through that door, but it still startled her when it happened. Finster looked straight at her, but never flinched. He kept walking. Then, Stevens stepped out.
When Sally saw Stevens, with his gun, she acted in an instant. She didn't have time to think, but shoved the 38 right into his chest, and pulled the trigger.

The shot was incredibly loud in the narrow hallway. Stevens never had time to react before he felt the first bullet slam into him. As he turned his own gun toward the girl, Finster thew himself against him, and the shot went into the wall. Sally fired two more shots as Finster grabbed for Stevens' gun. They fell to the floor, wrestling for the gun. Another shot went wild, barely missing Finster. Stevens tried desperately, to hold on, but he was weakening, and now Finster had the gun.

Finster looked up to see Larry, in the doorway, with Finster's own 45. As he hesitated, Finster fired twice. Larry dropped the 45 and grabbed hold of the door frame, trying to stay on his feet. He failed, and slid to the floor, staring at Sally still holding her aunt's 38. He was no longer sure who had shot him. But it no longer mattered.

Sally sank to her knees, laid the revolver down, and thew up. Her ears were ringing. Sgt. Stevens was dead. Larry tried to speak, and then slumped to the floor. He was no longer breathing.
Sally sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. She had just killed a man. Finster sat opposite her, too weak to get up.
The two of them sat staring at each other for a long time, and then began to laugh.


The End



*The Fuzz realizes that if someone were to actually read this stuff, they would be getting it sorta backwards. There is a link in the sidebar, "Finster", that will take one to another page with this mess in it's proper order.

Hope you enjoyed it.