Chapter 11I looked at the officer and his prisoner and knew something was terribly wrong. The officer had large sweat circles on his uniform, but the building was cool. The prisoner looked human, but there was something to his step, an energy that I didn't expect to see in a prisoner. Then I realized something else wrong. The prisoner wasn't cuffed.
"Brice -"
I've seen a lot of things move fast, but the prisoner was incredible. He spun around, grabbed the cop's head and twisted the cop’s head around with a powerful jerk. And he kept going. The cop's head twisted clear around, and the tissues tore.
The prisoner roared and wrenched the cop's head free. Blood sprayed up in a shower, drenching him and he laughed. That's when I saw the prisoner's eyes clearly. The whites were gone. His eyes
