Captain
507 Words
Sirens blared and more people screamed.
my head was spinning as he dragged me towards the door. I kicked him but he just held me tighter. I guess I was a hostage now.
The cops had surrounded the building, I was being held at gunpoint, and my stomach was still crying for food. Things were not going too well.
A bullet whizzed past my ear but I didn't feel anything. Come to think of it, I didn't feel the strength in the arms around me either. They limply dropped to the ground. Suddenly losing my appetite, I ran.
Whoever shot my captor still had that g*n and maybe just maybe they were aiming for me.
Wondering why the cowboy hat stayed on my head so well, I ran.
Thinking about my fresh chocolate cake in the fridge back home, I ran.
Imagining my family's faces when they found out I had died in a tragic accident at a restaurant, I ran.
Pondering all the life I had left to live and all the things I wanted to do, I ran.
Realizing how this whole mess was Ethel’s fault I ran.
I ran, ran, ran, straight out the door.
I saw a police officer and almost cried happy tears. I flew down the steps straight into his arms and squeezed him so tight he could have popped.
Usually it's really awkward when someone doesn't hug you back but this time I didn't care. He stood there like a tree as I wept into his freshly ironed uniform.
He smelled amazing like a musty, smoky, pine tree and I stayed like that as long as he let me, which sadly wasn't that long.
“You are under arrest, Ace Chasseur.” His voice was deep and he had a charming British accent. At first I was too focused on his wonderful voice to realize what he was saying.
He pried my hands from around his waist and ducked under them. I was already very confused but seeing solid, grey, metal handcuffs binding my wrists did not help at all.
I could feel a headache coming on from all the thinking.
Malfunctioning
Malfunctioning
Malfunctioning
System Overload System Overload System Overload gli-tc-hi-ng.
He gently guided me and my shutting down brain to the backseat of his cop car. That's when I met his eyes.
Light green but not the kind that seemed to steal your soul, the kind that was giving, giving you warmth, trust and peace.
The closer you looked the more gold you could see, just a hint but it made you want to keep looking. It circled his pupil almost glittering making him seem like he was just a small part of a godlike being.
My eyes wandered up to his hairline. It was straight and black, sticking out everywhere like a hedgehog but instead of putting me off it just made me want to reach up and play with it.
I caught one last thing before he hopped into the driver's seat, his name tag. Captain Zedo
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