France, 2006 , 3 month of active duty in the Police.
We where dispatched on a domestic disturbance, it's a pretty usual mission. Normally it's just a couple arguing very loud and throwing object at each other.
At the scene, a medium sized building appartement lot. We found the wife crying and spazing in the staircase next to her appartement door.
The situation is far from normal, the husband is completly druged out of his mind and there child is still inside. She tell us, he's unemployed, but used to be a martial art teacher.
We knock on the door, he open it and get back inside the appartement. In the hallway, the child come to our right crying , my colleague take him. At this moment we hear a rackus in the kitchen, and we see the men, rushing toward us with two big kitchen knife.
Im the last to go out, I let the other officier take the kid outside, before rushing out the crazy guy right on my heel. Adrenaline start to pump.
Now, we are in a small corridor, the child and her mother and right behind us three, crying.
He start to advance toward us, he say nothing, I can only see the flame in his eyes. He hold the knife so the blade cover his forearms. One more step toward us, we unholster our gun and point him. We yell him to stop right there, he doesn't listen.
One more step, my finger is on the trigger, everything around is getting blury. It's just me, him and my gun. Im sacred, if he make one more step he'll have the range to stab us, and we will open fire.
The moment last forever, I look in his eyes down the barrel of a gun, I just wish he doesn't make that last step forward or I'll kill him.
Suddendly, he rush back inside his appartement, and lock himself inside. After a few second we holster our guns back call for reinforcement. Then I escort the mother and her child down and we wait for a ambulance.
That was, the scariest moment of my life so far.