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The Camera winks on to reveal the inside of a police cruiser, and pans slowly form the passenger, a young officer, to the driver, a porky-looking man in his forties. The two are discussing the dispatch they just recieved, a domestic disturbance in a quiet little suburb of Arvada, Colorado. The scene is an uncut tape from a TV crew.

"Yeah, we get a few every now and then from these small areas," The older officer was saying, pulling onto a side road, accellerating the engine slightly. The younger officer nodded, looking nervously back at the camera. "Are we expecting something?" He asked, getting a slight headshake from the older officer. "Not really. I mean, theres always a chance, that's why he's here," He jerked a thumb at the camera, "But I doubt it."

The footage cuts, winking to the three men exiting the vehicle in front of an older two story house, in which lights are glimmering. The two officers take the lead, and begin walking towards the building, when a young man bursts from the door, drenched in blood, screaming for help, and sprinting towards them. The oder officer catches the teen by the shoulders and begins questioning him (The camera begins following the young officer towards the house, and the conversation fades into meaningless garble).

The older officer is heard through the younger one's radio "This is 13 echo, we need backup at- The young officer draws his pistol, and motions to the cameraman "Just stay here for a second." he says firmly from the doorway, and moves in, as a scream and glass breaking are heard from the second story. The camera whirls dizzily and catches the body of a woman hitting the ground a few feet away. "Oh my god..." The cameraman's first words in the tape are quiet, but heard clearly. "Hey!" He shouts, the camera dangling for a moment. "Over here! She's hurt!" The camera jostles as he runs to her side, then the view steadies...

"Holy ******** ********! Are you OK!?!?" The cameraman's panicked voice is followed by running footsteps, and the boy rushes over to the collapsed form, which is broken and bloody, but rising. "MOM! NO! IT'S ME!!! NOOO!!!!" The camera catches the scene as the woman -wearing shorts and a long T-shirt- grabs the boy and pulls him down with surprising force, before the camera drops to the ground, the scene resting on the front of the house where the young officer entered the home. Seconds later, struggling is heard, and it can be assumed that the cameraman is helping the older officer pul the woman off of the boy, but the yelling is incomprehensible.

While this is happening gunshots are heard from the house, and sirens are heard growing closer by the second. A horrifying screach is heard from directly behind the camera.

"NO!" The boy's voice.
"Do it! She's nuts!" The cameraman.
A single gunshot is heard, and the boy yelps, instantly beginning to cry and spewing incoherant babble. The sirens are now drowning out all other sounds, then abruptly stop. doors are heard slamming, and people are heard talking about getting the boy onto a stretcher. The camera shakes and the scene is distorted as it is picked up, accompanied by the heavy breathing of the cameraman, who is repeating prayers to himself. The camera looks to the growing number of vehicles in the cul-de-sac, then back to the house, where a figure is limping through the doorway.
"Hey, hey, he's hurt!" the cameraman yells as the view shifts and zooms in on the figure, who is identified as the young officer. A chunk is missing from his right thigh, and he waves feebly before collapsing. A firefighter EMT is seen rushing to his side with a medical bag, before the camera pans back to the vehicles, then jerks over to the woman's body. "What ********?" The cameraman stutters, as the woman slowly rises to her feet, her broken body now feshly bleeding from a gunshot wound to the chest. "Oh my god..."

An agonized yell comes from the direction of the EMT, and multiple gunshots are heard. The woman, hit repeatedly, staggers and falls as a lucky round hits her forehead. The camera pans to the EMT/young officer, who are wrestling on the ground, the young officer rabidly yelling and clawing at the firefighter, who in turn is defending himself, but is obviously wounded. The camera pans back to the ambulance, where a paramedic is clutching his arm and sitting on the hood of a nearby police cruiser, and the other is attempting to hold down the now thrashing boy with aid from one of the newly arrived officers. The camera suddenly lurches foreward, and a terrified scream is heard as it falls to the ground, coming to a stop looking towards the police, who are otherwise occupied. The Firefighter and the young officer sprint past the camera, the firefighter attacking the wounded paramedic, and the officer tackling his pudgy counterpart, who was aiding the man. The other officer begins to draw his pistol, but the boy latches onto him and takes him down behind the stretcher, out of view. The other paramedic takes a quick look around, then quickly gets into the ambulance, which drives away from view.

The Cameraman shambles past the camera's view, and the growing hoard move out of view of the camera. Aproximately a minute passes, then in the distance, a window is heard shattering, a woman screams, then a man. A few minutes later, the whole block is in chaos.

The View goes black, and white letters appear-