Post by Lance Davis on Jan 12, 2011 23:21:10 GMT -5
WE'VE BEEN DANCING ON A VOLCANO
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[/size][/color]Lance Davis - It's all over - Staten Island
Another case, another problem, another day, another dollar, another embarrassment. Lance Davis was far too used to being on top of the world. Every step he took he reached towards higher ground, furthering himself and gaining another title. It was the one thing Lance enjoyed…the title. It was the purpose, it granted responsibility, respect, and a higher calling. Everything the eldest Davis brother looked for…he wanted to be recognized, he deeply wanted to be important and for a long while he had that. But Lance was in far deeper then he thought, people much more important then he felt that he was getting to close and ended things before he got in the way. Lance was now back at his old desk, fielding paperwork, working the streets on cases again. It was embarrassing to step back into these shoes. Not to mention with the demotion things had been a little rough at home. His wife was slightly worried what this effect would have not only on their finances but on Lance’s health. The man had to keep things together…if nothing else for the seven year old girl he kissed goodbye that morning and told her everything would be okay. He would swallow this and make the best out of all of it. But Lance Davis would not let this go.
Hiding out in the basement of his home Lance had been putting all his research together trying to get the answers he needed. Testing the connections that were still open, who had taken the money, who had remained loyal, trying to turn every stone. But being a single agent left completely out of the loop wasn’t easy to come by much information. If nothing else it felt like he was accomplishing something by trying.
The phone rang jolting the man out of his day dream. “Davis.” ”Hey babe, so have you heard anything on the mob in town?” ”The what?!" It amazed him that his wife at the studio could find out more information then him BEING AT THE STATION.
Often the husband believed he was in the wrong place. It was then the call when out for everyone, it was a big one. Lance dashed for his vehicle and before he knew it was getting out into what seemed chaos. Screaming, fires, bodies everywhere. The officer looked over his shoulder to see an elderly woman eating a man’s arm as he lay dying on the ground. It took everything for him to not throw up. It was way too much for anyone to handle. The officers on the scene weren’t sure what was right anymore so just began shooting anything they saw moving. At this point, it was safe to say anything could be dangerous. Apparently the noise had attracted more people towards them. Lance took cover behind the car and picked them off as he could. But it just wouldn’t stop…they kept coming. He watched them over run their current location that’s when everyone split. Lance found himself alone running for cover trying to place distance in order to plan something out. It all seemed worthless, it appeared like this was it.
Running down the dark alleyway Lance his terror talking over his body. He ran to get away, he wasn't sure how or what to do at this point. His legs wouldn't stop moving. The thought of what had happened to him still bright in his mind. As he replayed it in his mind he ran faster. There was no explanation, no answers, no words. What had transpired was nothings short of hell on earth. He just couldn't process it at all.
A man stumbled down the alley blocking his path. He was covered in red. Lance could only assumed blood, he lifted his gun. "Please.....help....me!" the man studdered out before falling forward. The Detective rushed towards the wounded man trying to help him. There wasn't much that could be down he was coughing up blood, grasping at his Lance's arm, trying to hold on to some grasp of reality. It was that moment, when life just leaves you. Lance witnessed this for the first time in his life. It made a lasting impression, one that he would never be able to get out. He picked himself off the ground. There was nothing that could be done for him, he had to move on.
His suit stained with the man's blood Lance crept on trying to keep hidden and find anyone who was still alive and kicking. That was hard to find when the streets themselves where layered with corpses. All he could think about was his family. Where were they? His wife and daughter were in completely different places. His wife was cunning, tough, and resourceful there was no doubt in his mind that she was safe. But how could she get to his daughter? It's not safe on the streets. But they had to have evacuated the children from school right? They had to be safe, come on these are CHILDREN. They had to be protected...but if law enforcement got overpowered Lance could only imagine how hard it was for them.
That was it. That was the moment, he hadn't been sure up until this point what to do. Now he did, he had to find his daughter. Layla was the number one priority. His wife would do the same thing...so logically they'd meet in the middle. Figuring out his exact location from some landmarks and a few street signs. He began to make his way to the school where his daughter should be.
