DJAMR #4

A.N: I have no idea what I am doing.... Still next post is going to suck along with the rest of the other posts. But anyways I'm going to try and write a short story with the theme of inner evil and duality. Expect a lot of grammar errors and other things along with that... I really need to focus. "Cease and Desist!" The policeman stared somberly down at the protester who was hindered by the fog and the smoke. The drops of water racing down the thick strong plastic face guard as the protester, no older than his son, whom raised his knife dreadfully at the him, backing away mercifully into the dark ground. The policeman with a confidant and reasonable voice spoke loudly like a kid yelling: "I repeat! Cease and Desist!" "We have rights! You can't do this." The riot police made a grim face and shook his head in pain as he shuddered weakly inside, before lifting the long heavy metal rod and then began to strike savagely against the soft skull of the protester. The protester's body flung up and down against the weak pavement with each delicate blow. The protester body stood still as the policeman continued to strike and strike against the soft head with resistance. The blood splashed softly against the guard and raced slowly down. The policeman man eye's moved around in the mist lost for a moment as he breathed like a beast. While the blood rushed in the policeman's body filling his hunger for rage, and quenched his thirst for action, before reverting back into a clam state of relaxation, and sorrow. The policeman fell to his knees and looked at the protester in disbelief. Through the white smoke the policeman poked the body with a sense of curiosity and childlike sense. The water drops began to mist inside his helmet as the smoke moved around. The policeman stood up tall and proud before sheepishly speaking: "He'll be fine." The policeman stood with his strong pose and began to totter down the fogged street waving the heavy rod in the rain, ready to play again.