High School Psychopath

Chapter 5- The Good Cop

**Daniels' POV**

Crimson blood pooled around his hands soaking his clothes in its essence. He stared at it in mute horror, the blood spilled by another human. He looked at his hand, a dark scorch mark spreading across the bottom half of his outstretch palm, the mark of a murderer. He raised his head and saw the looks of terror the cops, his father, and his mother were giving him. In their eyes he had become a monster. He cried, not because he had taken a life but because of the terrible looks his mother was giving him, the same look she had given to the man he had killed.

Officer Daniels bolted upright, the nightmare leaving a bad after taste in his mouth. His body was covered in sweat and his heart was pounding loudly in his chest. He looked at his right hand, the black mark still present on his outstretch palm. He swore, it wasn't like him to remember the past.

He quickly got up of bed and looked at the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand. Good he wasn't late for work, not that being late would cause him problems since it seem like all senior officer always arrived late. Of course why shouldn't they? this was after all a relatively peaceful town were the main priority was the comfort of the privilege. Though they wouldn't admit it this town was divided into two sections, the rich and the underprivileged. This was a town where the police didn't even patrol the underprivileged streets and whose main concern was petty crimes committed by obnoxious rich kids. Just like last week they arrested a teenage shoplifter whose parents lived in a mansion!

This wasn't what he expected when he became a cop, to be the babysitter of the wealthy. He long to be in the field arresting criminals whose existence threaten the peace. It wasn't like he wished there were criminals but that he wanted to catch existing criminals.

He ate a quick breakfast and left his house making sure the lock and alarm where on. He got into his car and drove off toward the station. This time, however, rather than take the nice tag free streets he decided to take the route that went through a huge chunk of the ghettos. Like he imagined it was a different world, the complete opposite of the clean neat neighborhood he was used to.

"No wonder everyone just wants to pretend this doesn't exist." He muttered with bitterness.

It was all cowardly, rather than face the situation and look for a solution, they would pretend this didn't exist and ignore it. This was something he swore he would never do and now he was forced to accept it.

" This is how life really is," he thought.

Through his car's side mirrors he saw a kid surrounded by a group of thugs. He sympathize with the kid, he had also been raised in a bad neighborhood, constantly abused and humiliated yet always hoping someone would come and save him. He turn on the sirens and began to pull over. The thugs like always scramble away with fear. He stepped out of the car and headed toward the kid, a thin adolescent with long hair and wide glasses. He almost smile remembering the face of an old friend of his that greatly resemble the kid.

"Hey kid are you alright?" He asked.

" Yeah um...thank you Sir" the kid responded nervously.

He grinned, the kid was the mirror image of that guy. Now he needed to gain his trust in order make him open up.

" So what's your name son?"

" Ah its Peter Sterben Sir"

" Got it Peter my name is Alexander Daniels nice to make your acquaintance." He said while extending his hand.

Peter look at his outstretched hand nervously before shaking it, " Its a pleasure to meet you Officer Daniels."

"So do you live nearby?"