MrBillyD would love your feedback! Got a few minutes to write a review?
Write a Review

Johnny's Little Pistol

By MrBillyD All Rights Reserved ©

Thriller / Action

Johnny's Little Pistol

The War is ended. All the guns have fallen silent; except me. I am about to make the loudest shot of all.

Washington is full of soldiers, all dressed in the blue uniform of victory. Unlike during the past four years, those wearing the uniform are no longer grim. Now they are festive. The festivities of victory are expected to go on for weeks. I am about to change those expectations. After tonight, there may be no more festivities here inWashington D.C. for many years to come.

Now it is evening. My owner Johnny stands on Northwest 10th street, outside the Peterson’s House, directly across the street from Ford’s Theater. He has me hidden. I am easy to hide. I am a tiny pistol known as a “Derringer”. I’m also known as a “Lady’s Pistol”, but when I perform tonight, it won’t be as a soprano. Tonight everyone here at Ford’s Theater will hear my base baritone blast, that the whole World will never forget!

The Theater is presenting an English Comedy; “Our American Cousin”. The doors are open, and the crowd is entering the lobby. My owner Johnny is an actor. While he is not listed as a performer in this Play; he will have a part in it tonight; the only part that will be remembered, throughout all time.

He crosses the street but does not enter the lobby. He moves along the alley beside the theater and enters through the stage door. Everyone here backstage knows him. They greet him casually, while going about their theatrical activities. No one here has any reason to expect any trouble from him.

He mumbles softly, “Sic semper tyrannous.”

An actress glances at him, but pays him no mind. She probably assumes that Johnny the Actor is rehearsing lines for a different play.

The performance has begun. It has been going on for a considerable amount of time. Now Johnny begins to make his move. He steps out into the darkened theater, looking up at the Box above the stage, where the President is seated with his wife, along with a military officer and his wife. Johnny moves over to the aisle along the wall to the side of the audience, leading to a door which is shut, blocking access to the steps leading up to the President’s Box.

An armed Soldier stands blocking the door; cutting Johnny off from attempting to accomplish the task, for which he has come here tonight. The Soldier is restless. He keeps moving about, trying to get a better view of the performance. He keeps moving away from the door and back. Each time he moves away, he stays in view of the stage just a little bit longer.

Now he has moved totally away from the door; paying it no attention whatever.

Johnny continues his move, going quietly forward along the aisle, ignored by any audience member who notices him. He comes up to the door and glances at the inattentive Guard, who’s entirely focused upon the performance. Johnny quietly opens the door, steps across the threshold, and then shuts it again. Now he removes me from hiding.

We quickly climb the steps, reaching the inner door to the President’s Box in a moment.

Johnny opens this inner door, and steps out into the Box, unnoticed by the President, his guest and their wives; whose attention is focused upon the performance below.

Johnny points me at the back of the President’s head, and pulls my trigger.

Now I give my performance! A base baritone blast, which will be remembered throughout all time!

The actors below us on stage are startled, and look up at the Box. There is screaming, shouting and confusion all over the theater. Johnny tries to leap away, but a spur on one of his boots, catches on the bunting clipped to the front of the Box. He falls flat onto the stage.

He stands up, faces the audience, and performs his single line.

“Sic semper tyrannous!” (That’s Latin; meaning “Thus be it ever with tyrants.”)

That was last night. Now it is the following day. The President has died in a bed in the Peterson’s house, across Northwest 10th street from Ford’s Theater.

A member of his Cabinet is reported to have said, “Now he belongs to the ages.”

That means that Johnny will also belong to the ages.

So will I.


Write a Review Did you enjoy my story? Please let me know what you think by leaving a review! Thanks, MrBillyD
Continue Reading
Further Recommendations

Kelsen Ritter: A freaking amazing, now I have to finish like two hours of homework in the middle of the night because I have been binge reading this😂😂 I hate this book because of that, but I also love it even more because of that

ktmrmom: Love it!! It’s very captivating and addicting in a good way of course!! I personally relate to it on a very personal level!!!

Tasha: I love this type of stories! Its amazing!

Amoloja Maryann: I truly enjoyed reading his story it was an interesting plot full of drama however I wish there was something like that Elijah's ex was a crazy psycho b**** who wanted to kill Alina instead it would be more fun that way

lutakomehindu: lovely book,great writing skill,romantic ,good grammer and the novel is very interesting from start to end.wow .so so so nice.i loved the fact that the book had so money characters but every each character is well defined.its akind of book that u read and get yourself imagining like its kind o...

Paulette Martin: Well, here we go again (thank you Ms. Fall). I really like this series. Mystery with action and a romance without so much sex I'm embarrassed reading it!

Paulette Martin: I've been thinking about Preacher finding his one. Can't hardly wait to read the complete book.

More Recommendations

misbafathima95: Till now the story is doing good , but needed more intel about Matt

Paulette Martin: I've read the Stone Knights at Amazon and love the series. Been wanting something on Tripp. There are some editing issues so far, but thanks for a story on Tripp.

samanthanaicker7: Interesting trail of events...kept me glued to da pages....😍

simrajghattora: Very nicep abajaj ajajjaja aiajwjjww sjajajjaja ajajajajajajabbahsbs zjsnsnsjsjakaka sjsjsjsjsjjse jsksjsjsjsjsw jsjsjsuwananajja shajajajajs and fir you so much my for me a na tnhi me know when you are a na ki kega tuc menu pata nhi c mom nu cancer a ki me jhooth bol rhi thi ki toh kya huya kan ...

fairytail zero: I love the story but I wish it was longer I finished it way too fast

{{ contest.story_page_sticky_bar_text }} Be the first to recommend this story.

About Us:

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered book publisher, offering an online community for talented authors and book lovers. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books you love the most based on crowd wisdom.