Unstoppable by Scott Hildreth

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    “That’s your only option. You want the car, take it. Keys are in it,” I lied.
    I figured I would make him walk past me to get in the car, and some way or another, he would get close enough to allow me to beat on him. If not, when he got into the car, I’d beat him through the window as he attempted to start the car without the keys. I maintained eye contact with him as I watched his every movement.
    Nervously, he glanced around the empty lot again. As he looked to his left, he became startled, and turned his body to face the street, now turned away from me at an oblique angle. That’s all I needed, a split second with him facing away from me.
    Quickly, I stepped left foot first, toward where he stood. As soon as I followed with my right foot, I swung a right hook with everything I owned, aimed for the side of his head, his temple to be specific. In what seemed as a slow motion scene from a movie, several things came into play.
    His body continued to rotate to his right quickly, as if he were going to run away. Naturally, I tucked my chin as I threw the punch, and did not look straight ahead. Had I, I would have noticed what later became apparent that he had noticed out of the corner of his eye.
    My fist slammed against his right ear, immediately dropping him where he stood. Before he hit the pavement, and immediately upon my fist contacting his head, he instinctively pulled the trigger on the pistol.
    The sound echoed throughout the empty lot. And it was then I looked up and made note of what had startled him.
    The police car as it pulled into the restaurant entrance.
    And the other one as it pulled in behind the first.
    And the two other police cars that parked in the street and blocked traffic.
    “Drop the weapon,” an officer screamed from the corner of the building.
    “He did,” I screamed as I looked down at the pistol that lay a few feet from his body.
    “Drop the weapon,” the officer screamed again.
    Holy shit, this dude thinks I’m the thief.
    “Look, this guy was robbing me , trying to steal my car,” I screamed as I pointed down at the worthless heap lying on the asphalt.
    “Sir! Place your hands behind your head, interlock your fingers, and turn to face the car! After you lock your hands behind your head, take two steps back,” the officer demanded, his pistol pointing at me as he shouted commands.
    Liv got out of the car and ran toward the officers screaming the entire way. What she was screaming made minimal sense to me, so I’m sure the officers understood nothing. Slowly, I raised my hands over my head, interlocked my fingers, and started to turn around. As I rotated, the ass hat car thief began to move around. Looking down at him and looking back up at the officers made all of their screaming at me make sense. From their location, they were incapable of seeing him, as there was decorative shrubbery between him and them. The fact he was lying flat on the asphalt made their seeing him impossible. As he began to groan, I raised my foot from the pavement and kicked him in the head as hard as I could.
    “What the fuck? Kleitz, there’s another one here on the ground. Big boy here just kicked him. Keep your goddamned hands where we can see them,” the officer screamed.
    “They’re behind my head, just like you said,” I responded as I rolled my eyes.
    Police officers in Texas will shoot first, and ask questions later. The entire state, citizens included, is a gun friendly, gun happy, and gun toting society. I don’t have a tremendous affection for police officers, and I’m sure I never will. As the officer placed his hand cuffs on my right wrist, he yelled at one of the other officers.
    “He’s too god damned big, Kleitz. I need another pair of cuffs. I can’t get him cuffed with one pair,” the officer screamed.
    As the second officer approached, he screamed, “Parker! Weapon at your feet!”
    I have no idea why he felt the need to announce it, screaming and making all of the