Killers

the group of boys in the computer room have just finished their game and are talking about who could kill more cops in the next round of their noon fun for hours the boys had sat in front of a computer - well they meet up each noon after school to have their killing expedition - shooting like rambos at renegades hiding between doors, darkeneed rooms, or sprinting down stairs as they return equally lethal rounds of firearms for hours the boys laugh, scream at the top of their voice, squel, even bang tables when they lose out to a friend as his points inch up with each fire he executes that tears into the back of his targets the amplified sounds of every action from the stereo makes their heart racy; they feel they are right at the scene of every killing they are the real proud killers in the streets too some policemen who have just started their work are uneasy with the news of another serial killer, and a gang of robbers who have been terrorising everyone from jewellers to bankers to the society's high flyers cityfolks are even finding their own homes insecure 'if we can just round them up and hang them? ' one of the policemen lights his cigarette, puffs, sighs and laughs to his gun toting colleagues