The Ohio sun beat down on Tim Haspell like the raging fires of *****. He felt like he had lost all control of his life. The life he had set out for had crumbled before his very eyes and was now nothing more than emotional ruins at his feet. He glanced up and caught site of his new glistening stop watch. “I’ll never break this one,” Tim thought with a smirk. A rush of joy overcame him like the sins of a newborn child. He did have control. He controlled his team, his pool, and his girls. Everyone had respect for him and simply called him by two words…Coach Haspell. He also had control over other things. Coach Haspell controlled his gun, his motivation for homicide, and his plane ticket to LA. He however did not have control over his hate and anger. He gave Trish a firm smack on the ***** and took a ***** before heading for the airport.


The line for security was long and Coach hated it. He wondered how he would get his gun through security. Tim glanced to his right and saw two girls in line kissing. Blood swelled to his temples with the fury of a thousand gods and then it all became clear. He knew how to get his gun through security. He felt his gun in his backback simply waiting for the right time to reveal it to the unsuspecting airport. “Are you feeling okay? You look triffully ill,” A timid voice said from behind him. Coach glanced back. It was an elderly lady who apparently noticed the sweat pouring from Coach Haspell’s forehead. In a freak of panic Coach pulled out his gun and pointed it at the woman. She screamed but only for a moment. Miliseconds after the gunshot people started to scatter. Tim found himself alone in line with nothing but the gun smoke and the elderly woman’s now lifeless body below his feet to keep him company. “That’s how you beat security!” Haspell screamed, “Show up 30 minutes before your flight my *****!” Haspell darted through the metal detector. It went off.


Dozens of security personel were on Coach’s trail. Haspell was way too fast for them though. Before he knew it he had boarded the plane destined for The Los Angeles International Airport. A bullet had only grazed him, and the adrenaline made it impossible to feel the pain. The plane was already half full of passengers. The pilot had already been threatened and the plane was on course. People were screaming and a few heroes tried to overtake the Coach but they wound up dead. Haspell confronted the passenger with his gun raied in the air. “Next stop LA,” Haspell said in a tone that seemd too calm for the situation. “The only exit on this plane is this gun.” He pointed at it. “If you would like to exit then i will be more than happy to assist you.” “Let me off please! I don’t want to die! Please…just let us off the plane. I have grandchildren!” an old man screamed. With the sound of a gunshot the old man was dead. “You can’t have your cake and eat your ***** too?” Tim said to the dead old man. The passengers were silent. “We are not reaching 10,000 feet and i suggest you all SHUT THE ***** UP!” The in flight movie was Rudy. Tim cried at the end and so did a few passengers. The plane was 45 miles from LA and Coach Haspell couldn’t wait. ____________________________________________________ read Part II…