Oil Spill

Chapter 3 fault

The police stared at me with terror in their eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked innocently. I didn't realize what I'd done. I didn't even feel the blood dripping from my side anymore. It'd stopped hurting too. One of the police officers I quickly recognized.

"I knew you were trouble boy!" He said,

"Trouble?" I laughed, "He ran onto me!" Reford brought his gun up.

"Hands up, Aceite." He said, I glared at him,

"What?" I said as the pain in my side started again. I realized taking my hand off it was why it'd stopped for a moment. I returned my hand to my wound, flinching at the sudden pain. Reford kept his gun on me,

"I said hands up, for killing this man!" I stared blankly at Reford.

"It was self-defence." I explained, keeping my hand on my side.

"Was it now?" Reford asked suspiciously, looking toward the group of people that stood there, terrified. One of the larger men stood up,

"The drunken man threw himself at the waiter guy first." He vouched, a certain terror in his eyes. Reford raised an eyebrow.

"Eery got a video if you want." Continued the man, turning to the police officers. Reford lowered his gun now. Paramedics rushed in with a stretcher, as if that was a signal. I backed away. The paramedics began working on the man, using strange tools. I didn't recognize any. I looked at the young boy, he looked scared still, of what? I'd risked my life to save him! His gaze shifted to me, that look gave me shivers. The boy smiled. I took a step back, I didn't like that smile, not one bit. I tried to look away from the boy, but his gaze was so penetrating, I couldn't.

"Thanks." The boy said, that was no human, I swear. Its voice made me jump, it echoed loudly in my ears, eventually subsiding. "Sad your kindness will not be rewarded." The boy said... or did he? I didn't see his mouth move, not even a twitch. I took my hand from my side as a bring light overwhelmed me, and my wound didn't even hurt. In fact, I've never felt better. Reford glared at me,

"I'm still taking you in, boy. Clock out."

"But I'm the only one here," I argued,

"Close early, let's go." Reford demanded.

"Let me fetch my key." I said, going to the back. I didn't bother turning off the sink, not my problem. "Back." I came out, keys in my hand. I carefully approached Reford, his eyes never leaving me. "Stay on him, Hera." Reford intrusted a female officer. I looked over at the little boy, he was on the floor. I froze for a moment, was he dead?

"That kid ok?" I asked,

"'ok'? You killed him!" lashed out Reford. I stared at him then at my hands. I felt terrible; but not really. I was trying to protect the boy; he died in the effort...

"I did?" I asked, bewildered.

"Yeah. In the video these guys took; you're seen murdering him and his... father."

"I was trying to—" Suddenly something enclosed my wrists. Handcuffs... I froze again, no... no... I was just like my father. I remembered my father, his blazing eyes, and cussing words as he was handcuffed. He was taken away, because he wasn't allowed around kids. Reford pulled me away, snatching my keys.

"I knew you were trouble, Aceite." He whispered in my ear. I didn't struggle at my handcuffs; I knew such was futile. I knew it would go against me. I also knew I was innocent. I didn't kill that boy. I'll admit, I have little remorse, I feel bad, but he did something to me. I'm simply suspicious. I was forced into the police car. Reford got into the driver's seat; his partner stayed to clear out the crime scene.

"Don't move killer." Reford said, adjusting his mirror to face me. I smiled at the mirror; aware it was disturbing.

"Wasn't going to." I said with a shrug. Reford started the car, locking the doors, and drove off. He drove around strategically. As though he thought he were being followed. I tried not to comment on it, but the opportunity shined too bright.

"Don't know where your station is?" I teased.

"I know better than you. Usually, kids like you don't act alone." He put simply.

"I did." I said, again smiling.

"Stop that." Reford said narrowing his gaze at me through the mirror.

"Sure." I said, then shrugged to stare at the window. I thought of my old town, a frown pricking at my lips. Of course, I had a partner in crime. He simply wasn't here. He was in that dang town. I clenched my fists tightly, gaze hardening. I imagined him for a moment. I thought of his grey eyes, his blonde hair. He was perfect. The perfect traitor.