Sunday, February 19, 2006 @ 1:39 AM
imagine you're a policeman, and you've just received an alert from the headquaters. the police received a fax from nowhere, they were still trying to check where the source came from, and the message from the fax was about their plan to store a bomb in this particular mall that you were patrolling to blast the whole building.
the headquarters alerted you and your colleagues. you were told to check the goods of each and every individual person, check their bags, and everything.
you were very much disturbed by this information, and you were serious and the task given. while your other colleagues went into the shopping mall to patrol around, you took your position outside the mall, around the carpark, to check illegal vehicles. you were very hardworking, you checked every car, every motorcycle, and even every bikes, just to ensure the safety of everything.
you looked around. you looked at the balloons the little kids were holding, you looked at the smiling faces of your fellow citizen mates, you looked at the peaceful environment. you wanted this country to last like this forever. you wanted to see their laughters and smiles forever. you worked even harder at your job.
three hours passed since the time you were alerted, and you were feeling more relaxed, that the message might just be a prank.
then, you felt a tug. you turned around, and you looked down, and you found a little brown kid staring up at you with this big, bright eyes, that hint him to be a mischeivous boy. from his outlook, he seemed like he was only around four.
the little boy continued tugging your shirt and pulled you down. then, he shoved you to him, so that he could whisper to your ear. you smiled, and you bent down to listen to him. and you got a short reply.
"boo!"
and the mall behind you exploded. you felt the extreme heat behind you, and you felt yourself flying through the air. after what it seemed forever, you found yourself with lots of bruises, lying on the ground. you pushed against the ground and pulled yourself up. you looked at the shopping mall on fire, and you saw people running and screaming wildly, losing control. you see some victims on the floor, laid in pools of blood, who seemed like they were blasted off from the building. you walked around and you were scared. the country was insecure. everyone was turning insane. cries and wailings were heard everywhere.
you looked at the ground, at your feet, and you found something familiar beside your shoe. you bent down and looked closely. it was a finger, ripped away from its owner. you felt disgusted and threatened by all that was happening. you hurriedly, but trembling and in fear, contacted the headquarters to send for backups.
to your surprise, the headquarters reported that there were six of the same case happening around the country. then, you suddenly remembered the little kid. you turned around, and found him lying on the ground, bruises all over him. tints of blood were found on him, but he was laughing and giggling like a maniac, and this terrified you. you rushed to him and pulled him up, and he never stopped laughing, and then he said something which revealed everything to you.
"i did it!"
you felt shivers down your spine. this little brown kid was from israel, being brought up in a family of strong terrorists, educated to be one. he, was four, and he killed more than a hundred people within the mall.
now, fear and panic, all over the place. all over you.
what will you do?