In His Boots

 With a small video camera in one hand and jar full of red paint in the other, Fitch waited in the background and snickered as he heard the cries from the family and friends of the war monger, known as Sergeant Rodriguez, now being laid to rest, "With honor, he doesn't deserve" he told himself.

  Fitch or Tonyboy, as he was known to his fellow Pink Hat members, was out on a mission to prove to the world the Marines were not heroes, but cowards and murderers. He, always said the reason behind his animosity towards anyone in the military, especially the Marines, was his opposition towards the war in Iraq and the Bush Administration, but in reality it had to do more with the fact that he had been turn down and denied admission into the Marine Corp, due to his psyche evaluation.

  He suddenly jumped up and ran towards the front of the seated mourners, which included the deceased's wife and children. Before anyone had time to react, he immediately began to violently empty the contents of the jar, onto the flag covered coffin, all the while shouting "Murderer" "Murderer, rapist, child killer."

Chapter 2

Fitch woke up on the cold concrete floor of the town's only jail cell, rolling over, he winced, "They didn't have to kick me so hard", he managed to say between his sounds of pain. Dragging himself up, Finch slowly and tenderly walked over to the bench, next to what he figured stood as the Sheriff's idea of a toilet.

  His eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting, looking around he realized that he was not alone, there was a dark figure crouched in the far corner of the cell. "They call me Tonyboy." The figure looked up and Fitch suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine, even as he added "Those jackbooted Nazis, threw me in here, for expressing my opinion. What do you think about that?" "What are you in for?"

  Fitch, once again felt a cold chill run down his back, he didn't know if it was the silence or the cold cell itself, either way he just shrugged it off. The sound of clacking caused by a metal door opening caused him to look away from the figure that still lay motionless in the corner.

  Looking past the bar, Fitch could see the Sheriff approaching.

"Hey Tonyboy, looks like you are going to spend the night." "Your Pink Hat colleagues won't be able to be here to bail you out until the morning." With that said, the Sheriff quickly turned and left.

Chapter 3

"My friends call me Sarg."

  The sudden interjection of a cold and raspy voice next to him caught Fitch off guard, causing him to jump up and to actually hop a few steps away from the bench. Looking at where he had just been seating alone, Fitch now saw the guy from the corner had joined him on the bench. He found it a little eerie that he never heard or felt the guy, when he got up and walked over to him. He also found it a little strange that even with the added light from the hall; he could still not see the man's face clearly.

"You can call me Sarg, if you want." The dark figure said, the coldness of his voice, resonating throughout the cell.

  Fitch stood motionless, staring at his cell mate, after almost an eternity he managed to extend his hand and answer with a "Na na nice to meet you'. The man called Sarge, finally looked up and it was then that the man called Tonyboy, was able to finally see his new found friend's face. A shill went down his spine, right before he screamed. "No,

Last Chapter

  The Deputy was just, signing in when heard the loud blood curdling scream. Grabbing the keys off, the shelf, he ran towards the door leading to the cell in the back. Running towards the back the Deputy was followed by his buddy Deputy Martinez.

  Looking into the cell, the Deputies could see a dark figure lying on the concrete floor of the cell. "Fitch! Fitch! Hey wake up" Not getting any type of response, Martinez put the key into lock and opened the cell door.

  Both deputies walked over to the dark figure on the floor. Martinez once again called out "Fitch, Hey Fitch wake up." Feeling a little frustrated Martienz gives the prisoner a little tap with his foot. Bending over, Deputy Martinez flipped Fitch over to his back. It was then the two law enforcement officers, of 10+ years combined got the biggest shock of their careers.

"What happened to his face?" "It looks like, something blew it up."

Call the Sheriff, looks like this guy is dead."

"Who cares, no one is going to miss this puke."  Deputy Rodriguez looked down on the now cold Tonyboy, smiled and then walked out of the cell.