This is What he Wanted

The phone rang. It was Dally and he had just robbed a store and the police were after him. He told us to meet him in the vacant lot. When we got there the police were hot on his tail. I saw him pull a dark black figure out of his pants. Then I remembered what he said about him carrying around that heater for a good bluff. When the police caught up to him they stepped out and pointed their guns at him. As I saw the bullets just rip through him and he fell to the ground in a limp heap I realized why he had done this. For Johnny. Johnny was the only thing he had ever loved and now that Johnny was gone Dally just wanted to die. Because Johnny would never be there again. Not for Dally. Not for anybody.