Oil Spill

Chapter 5 Jail

We eventually arrived at the police station. Reford made no mistake in throwing me in a cell the moment we got there.

"What'd you do, kid?" asked a muscley guy who was rather intimidating.

"I don't believe that's your right to know. Besides, I haven't had my hearing yet." I said with a shrug. The man smirked,

"Fair enough. You owe me explanation if you're proven guilty... but hypothetically, what would you do to get here?" I smiled; I didn't have to tell the truth.

"Kill someone." But telling the truth was much more enjoyable, "Hypothetically, of course." The man froze for a moment, then remembered he was twice my size,

"Dang. I didn't think a kid could do that." I looked at him with squinted eyes,

"What about you? I feel you're entitled to tell me." I asked with a straight face.

"Am I now?" The man asked in a way to be menacing, "the usual, harassment." I glared at the guy, then playfully asked,

"Classic. I'm bored tell me about it," I asked him. He shrugged, probably bored too, and started to tell the story.

"Yeah, it was a girl. I was just going to rob her at first. But she was real pretty. She looked around fifteen to me." The man frowned before continuing. "She even said she was taken, had no interest in me. I was only going to tease her a bit. How could I hurt such a pretty girl? That was until that guy came." I was sitting by the man now on a small bench. I admired he wasn't really going to do anything bad. Unless he were lying but besides his size, he didn't seem so bad. "He smacked me in the face. 'Stay away from my girl' he said, sweeping her off her feet. The man looked old himself, so I start a fight. 'I wasn't gon' hurt 'er' I say. He didn't like that. He placed the girl down, then he slapped me again. I glared at the guy, if he wanted a fight, I'd give him one." The man paused.

"Go on," I encouraged, if he was lying, he was good at it. The man sighed,

"I started punching at him. Managing to get on him. He was pinned. The girl started crying out for help. I wasn't 'bout to stop her. He came on me first. Then he grabbed a knife and stabbed my arm." The man swore, "dug a symbol in it." He showed me his arm, sure enough there was a scare with a symbol. I froze for a second as I inspected the injury.

"Hey, I hate to interrupt but... Did you catch any names? What'd they look like?" the man thought about it,

"The girl was real pretty. Green-blue eyes, Blonde with bits of brown. Nice clothes. Medium hair. The boy, however, was weird. The boy had light brown hair, piercing gray eyes, and a large birthmark on his forehead... or maybe it was a scar... Why 'ya askin'?"

"Because I think I know them. Tell me, did the boy seem to be nice to the girl?"

"Why? She special?" the man raised an eyebrow,

"If she's who I think, she's very special," I explained.

"He was a little grabby. When the cops showed up to take me away, he grabbed her forceful like. 'Just like...' he'd mumbled, I couldn't catch the name though."

"Aceite," I mumbled, that was the nickname he gave me. My criminal name, I never understood why.

"That was it! Hey, who is he?"

"Aceite? Or the boy?" The large man gave a nod, "I'm Aceite, the boy's called Purion." The man glared at me,

"Those are weird names," pointed out the man, I looked at him now eager to change the subject,

"What's your name?" I asked, the man thought for a moment before answering,

"My name is Musculo, Aceite." Musculo smiled mockingly.