Write a poem or story where the first and last words are both onomatopoeia .

*Boom! * 
 
 The gunshot echoed down the alleyway long after it had been fired. The rulebreaker had fallen almost instantly, dead before he even hit the ground. Oh well. Another casualty of the rules. That's what happens when you break the rules: you get punished. 
 
 The man in the black trench coat spun his pistol around in his hand and placed it back in his holster. Yet another ruffian had been taken care of. 
 
 This one had n't been so easy. He'd tried to run. Not all of them did; most of them simply offered a tear-stained apology and a pathetic, `` Please, sir! I wo n't do it again! I promise!'' Which was usually enough for him to let them off with a stern warning. He was in a mood today, though. So many had broken the rules recently that he'd simply had to eliminate one of them, send a stern message that this type of behavior was not okay, that breaking the rules carried severe consequences, that offenders would be punished. 
 
 The rulebreaker's dead body lay on the ground in the alleyway. A rat had begun to investigate, but scurried away as the man in the trench coat drew near. He examined the body. 
 
 Pity. The guy only looked to be in his mid-30s, maybe early 30s? Probably had a girlfriend at home who would miss him, or maybe a dog or cat or something. It did n't really matter, though: rules were rules. 
 
 The final part was not only customary, but it was required. After each punishment, an enforcer had to leave behind the standard warning to notify others who would see the body, to let them *know* what would happen if they did n't obey. 
 
 The man reached into his pocket and took out one of the pre-printed slips of paper, letting it float down to rest on the corpse. 
 
 `` *Hi there! Please remember to tag your posts. See the sidebar for details. *'' 
 
 The man in the trench coat walked away, casual and collected. Somewhere behind him he could hear the sounds of another rulebreaker being pursued. Running, screaming, pleading. And then, of course, the inevitable *boom. * 
 
 ( New Years Challenge -004 )
