[ WP ] Tell a story from the bad guy 's perspective .

There was a knock at the door. Igor opened it to find a man clad in navy blue and a peaked cap. 
 
 “ Officer Perez, why are you at my doorstep at midnight? ” 
 
 The officer smiled. “ Are you going to allow me inside before you interrogate me, Igor? ” 
 
 Igor eyed the man warily. He shifted his head to look both right and left before he let the man inside. He bolted the door and turned to the officer. 
 
 Perez began, ” It's been a while since I last came here. ” He strolled and picked up a golden cigar cutter. “ You've done quite well for yourself Igor ”, he purred. 
 
 
 Igor stood stonefaced, glaring at Perez. “ You think I do n't know why you're here? ” 
 
 Perez walked to the minibar and picked out a bottle of scotch and poured himself a glass. 
 
 Igor grabbed the glass from his hand. ” You've got balls coming down here after what you did. Your police department killed two of my associates.That's right-I know you guys put down Rocco and Michael. And now you're here to get me. ” 
 
 Perez stepped back. “ Easy Igor ”, he said as he appraised Igor deciding his next words carefully. 
 
 “ Those guys were giving me a lot of trouble. Two of my senior inspectors were caught in their turf wars with the cartel. And a kid was caught in the crossfire too. Six years old Igor. My guys-I can handle. But when a six year old gets caught in a turf battle between drug cartels, that's news. The public expect the police to do something. We're responsible, you know? We have to catch the bad guys ” 
 
 Igor sniggered. “ Look at the crooked cop talking about fulfilling his responsibilites. You seemed to have no problem taking money from Rocco and Michael right until you decided to kill them. You turned a blind eye to everything they did until it suddenly became inconvenient. You were happy to let us clean your streets from pimps, prostitutes and gangs. And now you're here pretending to be the good guy? They say I'm a criminal but atleast I'm honourable. You have no honour. One day, the world will see you for what you ar- ” 
 
 
 Perez interrupted him. ” Enough Igor! ” 
 
 Igor leered at him, glad that he had finally hit a nerve and had rubbed off the smugness off the officer's face. 
 
 
 Perez began, ” You say I'm a crooked cop. You're right. I am. But do n't, not even for one second suggest that I am one by choice. ” 
 
 “ I was an honest man once. An honest cop. I was determined to put an end to the crime wave that had ravaged this city for decades. I knew that to bring back peace I had to break apart the drug cartels that operated here. ” 
 
 Perez sat down on the couch and continued, ” For years I pursued them relentlessly. I did n't rest till all of them were either dead or in jail. ” 
 
 He sighed, ” But it was all for nothing. I realised that in the end, the dope game never changes, only the people do. The new drug lords were more violent, ruthless and ambitious. I had created a worse enemy. ” 
 
 
 “ My wife grew increasingly worried for my safety. Sometimes she was up all night praying that I return from duty safe. It was a difficult time for me and my family. ” 
 
 
 Perez looked up at Igor, ” That's when I realised that the best way to deal with the problem was to embrace and reduce it. I was willing to let the cartels do business as long as they did n't sell to children and they kept violence and other crime off my streets. ” 
 
 He rubbed his palms against his eyes. “ I had to win their trust somehow. They would never trust an honest cop. But they were more inclined to trust someone who could be bought. So I sold out. ” 
 
 
 Perez paused a moment. ” But this time they crossed the line and they forced my hand. ” 
 
 Igor erupted in laughter. Perez frowned. 
 
 It was a minute before Igor could gather himself. “ Oh the irony! Is this what you tell yourself every night so that you can sleep? That we're the bad men and you could n't be an honest man in this dishonest world? You probably think I'm the scourge of mankind-that I was born in sin. ” 
 
 
 Igor looked the officer in the eye, ” My family moved from Ukraine when I was a boy. We came here in search of a better life-me and my two elder brothers with my parents. We were poor and we could n't make ends meet. ” 
 
 Igor sipped his whiskey. “ Both my mother and father worked two jobs but we barely kept body and soul together. It was then that my brothers worked for Michael's father as drug runners. ” 
 
 “ It was n't long before my brothers brought home some of the dope that they were running. They were using and it was only a matter of time before they ended up OD'ing themselves. It broke my parents. My father turned to drinking and died soon after. ” 
 
 “ This was the only life I knew. This was the only way I could escape poverty. The narcos were the only people I understood.I've always hated cops like you because you'll are weak and so easily bought. You'll sit on the sidelines and watch as the cartels recruit from poor immigrant families like mine, sell to poor families like mine and then you'll point fingers at people like me who had to make the best of our circumstances to survive. You created me and now you point at me and you call me the bad guy. You want to know who the bad guy is? Take a good look in the mirror. ” 
 
 Igor looked up to see Perex cocking a Sig Sauer. Perez aimed at Igor's forehead, ” I have to do whatever it takes to get the job done. And now this is the final step. I'm sorry Igor. ” 
 
 Igor quickly pulled out a loaded Colt from a hidden leg holster. ” And I've got to do whatever it takes to survive. ” 
 
 Two resounding cracks broke the silence of the night. 
 
 And the bad guy fell to the floor, dead. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

