Day 2 - Police

This story follows a conflicted cop who has moral issues and uses his badge to cover up for murder. Found at a crime scene? No problem, just say he was about to radio higher-ups. Caught shooting someone? Claim that they were deranged and severely threatening him. Except one day, the internal war of his two sides lead him to his death.

Blood. Slowly spreading pools of crimson blood. The gruesome sight before him may have sickened some people, but the red was like a narcotic to him. Killing, a drug he couldn't shake his addiction to. Laughing sadistically over the scene, Officer Joseph Sparrow unclipped the walkie talkie from his belt and radioed base, reporting in his own kill. In a very natural, unsuspectable way, of course. Voice quaking slightly off radio protocol, with a slight hint of panic. Like it was a coincidence, like he had just found the body while walking down the nighttime streets. Of course, that wasn't the case at all.

Officer Sparrow would explain the blood in his clothes by claiming the victim was still in the process of dying and he had tried to save or comfort them in some way. He wasn't sure how many times he could do this and get away with it, but he killed enough for plenty other cops to discover the bodies, so his regular discovery wouldn't be too suspicious as long as he didn't report every kill he made.

---Two Weeks Later--

The quaking businessman stood in the alley, held gunpoint by Officer Sparrow, "Please sir, I did nothing wrong! You have the wrong man!"

"Oh who says this is legal punishment?"

"You just radioed your comrades claiming that-"

"I lied. Just as I will now," the cop used one hand to press a button on his walkie, "Target attempting to resist. I think he has a gun!"

"N-no!" the man screamed.

A gunshot sliced through the air, clear and loud, but it wasn't Officer Sparrow's victim, it was himself. A rookie officer held her pistol extended in front of her. The older policeman dropped dead to the floor into a puddle of his own blood. Officer Naomi Spencer shook slightly, killing was a difficult thing, but she had done it to save an innocent.

But there was one slight problem, as we addressed in the begninning of the story.

Killing is addicting.