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Gabriel Flynn saw the lights before he heard the siren.
“Aw come on, not now,” he muttered as he calmly pulled over to the side of the road.
The police car pulled off behind the beat up Ford Escape
that Gabriel was currently stuck driving.
When Gabriel saw the officer who got out, he muttered another curse
against the fates. The officer was built
like a monster truck; he probably worked out every day and drank iron smoothies
at every meal. He didn’t so much walk as
strut over to Gabriel’s car, banging so hard on the side of the Escape that
Gabriel was sure that his car door was dented.
Carefully and gently, Gabriel rolled down his window.
“Can I help you officer?”
The officer leaned on Gabriel’s window, so close that
Gabriel could smell the onions he had for dinner.
“Sir, why are you going 65 in a 45 mile per hour zone?”
“Is it really 45 officer?
Sorry, I didn’t see the speed limit sign.”
The cop grinned and Gabriel could see his yellowing teeth
and silver cavity filling.
“Oh really, sir?.” The
officer’s grin grew wider. “Sir, could
you please step out of the car?”
Gabriel sighed and unlocked his door. He stepped out of the car and smirked quietly
when the officer backed away slightly.
At six foot two with cropped red hair and ghostly pale skin, Gabriel cut
an opposing figure even when dressed in normal clothing. Tonight however, Gabriel was dressed to
scare. His long black trench coat was
part way open reveling his taunt muscles beneath. He wore steel toed army boots under loose
black pants and tattered fingerless gloves.
A long scar ran down his face from left eye to his chin, almost like a
tear drop.
“What do you need officer?”
The police officer looked Gabriel up and down.
“Sir, could you please touch your nose with both first
fingers?”
Gabriel almost grinned.
The officer thought he was drunk, it was time to have fun with this guy.
“Sure thing officer.
Like this right?” Gabriel touched
his chin with one hand and his forehead with the other.
“Sure sir, now can you say the alphabet backwards?”
“Let’s see, Omega, Psi, Chi, Phi, Upsilon, Tau, Sigma, Rho,
Pi, Omicron, Xi, Nu, Mu, Lambda, Kappa, Iota, Theta, Eta, Zeta, Epsilon, Delta,
Gamma, Beta, and Alpha.”
“Not what I meant. I’ll
give you one more chance sir. Can you walk in a straight line?”
“Where to sir?”
“Anywhere, just do it.”
Gabriel sighed and began to walk in a straight line. As he was coming back towards the officer,
his trench coat fell open a little, revealing a long bladed knife within. The police officer backed up.
“Um sir, are you
armed.”
Gabriel looked down at his jacket, noticing the knife that
was poking out.
“A little.” He said,
mentally grinning.
“Sir, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to remove you
jacket and all weapons on your person.”
Gabriel sighed and slowly unbuttoned his jacket. He opened the jacket not only to revel his
bare chest, but a small arsenal of knives and guns. He pulled out each weapon. Once he finished with the thirteen knives and
four pistols in his jacket, he threw he jacket carefully onto the hood of his
car. He then reached into his cargo
pants pockets and pulled out a least fifteen small knives and two more
guns. He finished turning out his
pockets, he looked up at the officer.
The officer was staring at the not so small arsenal that one man had
carried.
“Sir, do you have a permit for these weapons?”
“Nope.”
“Sir, please turn around and put your hands on the car.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes, but did as the officer asked. Quickly and using all of his strength, the
officer pulled Gabriel’s hands behind his back and handcuffed him. He then forced Gabriel over to his police car
and stuffed him in.
“You stay right here while I call for back up.”
“Can do officer!”
“Don’t get cocky with me!”
Gabriel waited patiently as the cop radioed for back
up. Gabriel wasn’t surprised that the
other cops arrived pretty quickly when the heard about the arsenal in his
pockets. The Sergeant in charge looked
in at Gabriel who smiled cheerfully from the back seat.
“So, this is the kid who had enough weapons to arm a small
cavalry. Doesn’t look like much. You mind if we search your car?”
“Not at all sir.”
Gabriel said, then cursed himself a few seconds later.
He’d forgotten that he was on his way home from a hunt.
Hopefully they don’t
look in the trunk. Wasn’t this how Bundy was caught? Wait, that was a parking ticket.
The officers started by opening the side and passenger
door. Even though he couldn’t see in,
Gabriel could hear the exclamations of surprise as the police officers found
even more weapons.
“Sergeant, forget small arsenal, this guy has an M-16 up
here!” The officer at the passenger seat
said.
“There’s enough ammo to take out the Army back here.”
Gabriel sighed, still praying that they wouldn’t open the
trunk.
“Well kid, I don’t know why you have so many weapons, but
before we get to that, let’s look in the trunk.”
Damn.
The officer who opened the trunk was a young female recruit
with blonde hair in a pixie cut. As she
opened the trunk, she stifled a gasp.
Even from where he was sitting in the police car, Gabriel could see into
the trunk. A young girl lay there,
covered in scrapes, scratches, and blood.
Her green streaked hair was wet with mud and water and her clothes were
ripped. At the sudden intrusion of the
police cars headlights, she rolled over and looked up at the officers with
puzzled purple eyes.
“Huh? What’s going
on?”
“Miss, are you alright?”
One of the officers asked, rushing forward.
“I’m not sure, my head really hurts.” The girl said as she was helped into a
sitting position.
“It’s going to be alright ma’am. We’re here for you.”
Gabriel was still mentally cursing when the Sergeant walked
over.
“What the hell is this kid?
Not only do you have enough weapons and ammo to take out the Army, but
there’s a girl covered in blood in your trunk?
Good thing we caught you before anything else happened to her.”
Gabriel groaned.
“This day is not going as planned.” He said leaning back on the car seat.
“I don’t know how you wanted this day to go, but I can tell
you one thing, it’s going to end with you in a jail cell. Take him out and search him thoroughly boys.”
The original officer yanked Gabriel out of the car, not even
being careful enough to watch his head.
As Gabriel muttered something obscene about the man’s ancestors, the
police officer began to roughly search the little clothing Gabriel still had
on.
“Alright, that’s enough, I’m getting tired of this.” Gabriel muttered.
“Oh, look who’s the funny man…” The officer started to say.
Before he could finish, Gabriel head butted him hard,
knocking the man down. Before the other
officers had time to react, Gabriel yanked his arms apart, sending pieces of
the handcuffs flying.
“What are those, the cheap plastic kind?” He asked as he dodged the first volley of
shots.
Dancing just out of the way of getting hit, his hands began
to move fast as he quietly began to mutter, twisting his hands this way and
that. Some of the cops stopped to watch
as a orb of green energy appeared in his fist.
As soon as it was the size of a basketball, he flung it into the crowd
where it explored, causing the cops to drop like flies. Sighing in exasperation, he walked over to the
girl who had been in his trunk, the only person not affected by the blast.
“I suppose you’re happy with yourself Marcy, that little
stunt of yours cost us an extra hour on travel time.”
The girl couldn’t hold it back any longer and burst out
laughing.
“I wasn’t the one who got pulled over then tried to
intimidate the cop.”
“True, but it probably would have worked better if you
hadn’t acted like the classic kidnap victim.”
Marcy grinned at her partner, she could see that the only
reason he was truly annoyed was because he hadn’t thought to pull that himself.
“Just be glad my little act kept them from finding the
secret compartment.” She said, patting
the floor of the trunk.
“Alright, true. Now
help me pick up all this so we can leave.”
“Do you really need all these weapons?” Marcy as she helped Gabriel pick up his
weapons. “You could always take the prey
out like you did the cops.”
“I don’t use magic to kill.”
He didn’t look her in the eye as he fixed the last knife into
place. “Come on, let’s go.”
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