Wings

Chapter 10

The three detectives walk in and five officers follow behind them with their batons ready to beat the pulp out of me. Two of them take my hands and chain them behind my back. I couldn't move because another one of them was pointing a loaded gun at me. Detective Peterson sits on the chair in front of me and pulls out a pile of paper in folders.

"These are all the crime reports that you were in we need to know the motive behind it and the people involved with you."

"Wow, you know I haven't been on that many missions on my life. Even if you ask me I'm not going to say anything about them or give up on my friends." Then he makes a smile like he waiting for me to say that.

"Well your 'mates' aren't really the type you should believe in because your so called leader turned you in himself. He turned you in for the reward that was put on your capture. He was devoured by greed for money. Also we technically blackmailed him because we found your hideout. So now Robins is under our control. Well now let's get back to buis-"

"You can't do this! And I'm still not going to tell you anything about my friends!" He slams the table stands up and says "Well then let's start with you, Snake Bandit what is your name."

"I'm not telling you anything. So you can have fun with your coffee and paper work." When I said that he nods at one of the officers and I don't like what might happen next. That officer took his baton and slammed me in the stomach. I cough up blood only to see the table and floor in front of me is full of my blood. I'm gasping for air

"Let's try this again what's your name." Although I reassured him that I wouldn't tell him anything between spastic coughs and gasps for air. I'm then hit across the face but not from an officers. But, the detective himself. Then I feel something cold and metallic on the side of my head, I hear a clicking sound. I look to find myself at the other end of a loaded gun.

"Let's do this one more time. What is your name!?" After a little of hesitation I spilled.

"My name is Stella Waterson." How I hate being helpless in front of an enemy.

"OK, now how old are you?"

"I'm fifteen years old." He keeps ranting off about my hobbies and what I have done in the past. He states missions I have done before. Also other missions that others in the group have done. Then he gets to a recent one:

"Were you in charge of the fire at the dock's warehouse? As well as the murderer of eleven people. Ten of them being kids and one being a girl as old as you are."

He said this and I start to remember the night of the explosion. Then the death of all the kids, and most of all Janette's death.

"Wait you think I did that? I didn't do that! I wouldn't have killed my friends! I couldn't have done it even if I wanted to!" Another one of the officers hit me across the face with his gun.The taste of blood starts to run throughout my mouth now. Let me now tell you it doesn't taste good.

"Stop joking around with me! I don't have time for this!"

"Well I'm not joking. I'm innocent! My best friend died that night. I can even tell you the details of what happen-", All of a sudden my stomach was hit with another one of the officer's baton. I coughed up even more blood and I start to feel dizzy. My sights starts to go hazy and I can't keep my eye sight on the detective. I start to fall into a sleep although I go against it and force my eyes to open up. The detective gets out of his chair and starts to walk to the door.

"Where are you going?! I'm not done with you!"

"But I'm done with you, for now atleast. So you can play around with the officers." He walks out and signals the officers to start. They close in on me and my sight dwindles away from life as they start to hit. I feel heavy and like I'm swimming in a river of my own blood. I feel like I have bruises everywhere and that my skin is starting to swell. I can't get out of here no matter how much I think. This is how it's going to be like every day in my life from now on.