[Marshmellow-Bunny]
Kane Anthony Villareal
The Corrupt Cop
You think you're t o u g h ?
xxxxWell, I'm from the W e s t side of town.
You had better believe I'm here to r e p r e s e n t.
- The parents named me Kane Anthony Villareal and . . .
xxxxxxI'm sure they had some h i g h hopes for me,
But I ended up as a corrupt cop in the city of H o u s t o n
xxxxxxxxxThey should just be glad I made it to be T h i r t y-T h r e e
- I've got some friends in l o w places
xxxxxxxThey all call me Kane, Kay or Pops
I'm the one who keeps those damn kids alive.
Being nosy around here can get you s h o t.
- But since you asked so nicely, I was born in the city of San Antonio and grew up with two pretty amazing parents. We lived on a ranch, mama raised horses and sold them to the richer folk around the area. Dad worked a government job that paid pretty well, so I never really wanted anything growing up. Living on the ranch was more than enough, mama home schooled me up until I was ready for high school. Not only because the nearest elementary school was miles and miles away, but mostly because she needed a helping hand around the ranch. Every morning, I'd wake up, wash up, eat breakfast, do my studies, eat lunch with mama and then for the rest of the day I'd help her with the horses. ...Not much else can be said about my childhood, it was a pleasant blur of happy events. Other than a few broken bones, the occasional fight with the boys from the ranch down the road and learning how to care for horses, I didn't do much.
Once I was old enough, Mama and Pa sent me to a private high school. I played football and ran track, got the best grades of my life and graduated second in my class. Mama and Pa wanted me to either go to college or stay home to help mama work on the ranch, but I didn't really want to do either of those things. I waited for my twenty first birthday came around and then I headed straight for the Police Academy of San Antonio. Years went by and I can't say I didn't enjoy myself in San Antonio, but I wanted to do a little more. I heard about what was happening in Houston and instantly put in a request to be transfered. It took a bit of pushing and pulling, but I eventually got the paperwork. I've got to say at first it was a huge adjustment moving from a ranch to a one bedroom apartment, but after the first few months I got used to it.
One day I was on patrol around the West side of the city and caught a bunch of guys in their early twenties cornering a teenager in an alley. At first I was just going to let it go, remembering the fights I'd gotten into as a kid on the ranch but when I saw one of the older guys pull a gun on the kid I had to get involved. I pulled my .45 out, and took aim at the one with the gun and did the usual "Police! Drop your weapon!" routine, but this guy just turned around and shot at me like it was nothing. The kid who was being cornered swung his leg out at the shooter and knocked the gun out of his hand. Naturally I took that as my opportunity to rush forward and try to take the guy into custody but when I got there, the other guys pulled out guns. It was a regular "Oh s**t." moment. I just grabbed the kid by the arm and hauled a** out of that alley and didn't stop until I couldn't hear the gunshots anymore.
I didn't understand why the kid was fighting me the whole way there though. When I stopped running the kid pulled a knife on me and I was more confused than ever. Asked the kid what the hell was wrong with him! For ******** sake I just saved his a**, he started babbling on about how I wasn't going to take him in, that the "family" was going to come after me if I tried. I had no earthly idea what was going on and after I calmed the kid down, he said the guys cornering him were from the South side. After that, he didn't have to say anything else, I figured he was part of the West side gang. It blew me away at how young he was though, I didn't see a gang member, I saw a kid. I'm sure it was against everything I'd ever learned in the academy but I just let the kid go on his way, before he left he told me his name was Max. Over the course of the next year, I ended up bailing him out of jail countless times up until he ended up living with me. I didn't try talking him out of the gang, I knew he was "down for life", I just made sure he was safe.
A few months after he started living with me, Max was shot twice through the head by a corrupt officer who belonged to a station on the South side. The report says Max was in a car that supposedly had just finished a drive-by and the officer was aiming for the driver, but regretably missed. I knew that was bullshit and so did everyone else, but no one stood up to say it. They were afraid of the officer from the south side. After Max's death, I was completely turned off of the police department as a whole. I hate my job, I hate my co-workers, I hate that officer who shot Max. I figured the only way to get adaquate justice is to destory that which destroyed Max; the south side gang. I began communicating more and more with the West side gang, telling them where our force is weak, who was having financial problems and who's loyalty could be easily bought, supplying them with stolen arms, etc. In San Antonio I would have lost my job, but here, they're afraid of me and my connections and I find that I like the power. As long as I'm around, no one else on my side of the city is going to die.
One thing you should know.
- I've lost sight of basic right and wrong, all I know is I am going to kill that cop who shot Max and I don't care how many people I have to blow away until I get to him.
Let me know if you see anyone named:
- [Marshmellow-Bunny]
