you're mine

Chapter 62

Officer Alverez's point of view

Another day, stuck on street patrol. Six months ago, I got myself into a slight situation- I tampered with evidence at the scene of a crime.

But in my defence, it was completely justified. See, my partner, officer Wilson, was a racist dick. Any time we got a call, he sent me to do the paper work, or to make sure no one got hurt whilst he dealt with the real crime, or even made me stay in the car whilst he went to the scene of the crime.

Once, when I confronted him on it, he said "I'm not racist, you just don't know how to shut up. All you do is yammer on and it makes the job even harder." Maybe that was the truth... but I thought the racist thing was more likely.

I mean, who doesn't like my stories? I'm like a walking God I've survived death so many times.

Once, I was hanging upside down from a cliff!
Okay, so I was bungee jumping and the people who claimed to be 'professionals' actually just wanted to make quick money and had no experience at all... and I was their first customer. The ropes got tangled and they left me there just hanging. Maybe I cried a little bit when I thought I was going to die... but i survived, right?

Anyway, I wanted Officer Wilson to have a small taste of his own medicine. By that, I mean I wanted to get him fired.

I wasn't going to do anything too bad, just mess with a crime scene a little bit so his story and the victims story didn't match up; even better if the suspect had a different story.

We had gotten a call through the radio that there had been a shooting. Apparently, some guy had been scammed and lost $15.0000, yada yada the rest of the details weren't important. And by unimportant, I mean I didn't listen to them.

I was too focused on my plan. It was the perfect opportunity to get Officer Wilson fired.

I stroll in behind him, laying low, not mentioning a single word whilst we walk up to the building.

Kind of a suburban area, not the type of place you'd expect a call like this to come from.

Officer Wilson arrests one the guys and calls for paramedics for the other; they hadn't mentioned anything about an injury to the call operator.

The guy, Lee I think- or maybe Levi, was laying on the floor, screaming as though he's lost a limb.... And he had.

It was an awful sight, I couldn't look. No, I had to stay focused on the real issue here. Getting Wilson fired.

So whilst looking around, thinking of a way to mess everything up, I see the gun on the side table next to a vase.

Perfect, I thought. I'll hide the weapon and then no one will really know what happened and Wilson will get fired for 'being involved'.

But... just as I pick up the gun, another agonising scream comes from Lee, or whatever his name was, and I drop it.

It hits the floor and shoots a bullet from impact, hitting Officer Wilson in the leg.

Shit. That was the only thought in my mind. Lucky for me, Officer Wilson turned out to be not so much of a dickhead really and decided not to press charges or have me fired.

So, maybe I done a little more than tamper with evidence, but everything after that was a total accident!

Now, six months later, I'm stuck patrolling streets, making sure everything is safe and sound.

And god, is it boring. Saving cats from trees, returning runaway kids only five minutes away from home, helping old women cross the road. Isn't that firemen jobs? Cops are the real heroes, yet here I am playing fireman.

That's what my life has come to. You might think, well Ben, you can't really complain. But I can. I can complain, and I do.

The car smoothly travels across the road as a voice comes through the intercom.

"Report of a 6 2 A just outside of harlbrow at bobs repair shop and gas station. Anyone on route?" The voice is glitchy and hard to understand, but once you've been doing this job as long as I have, it sounds normal and you almost expect people talking in person to glitch out like that.

"Officer Alverez, on route."

Usually, calls like this are just homeless people trying to find a place to spend the night or kids thinking the building is abandoned.

Still, it's best to go up and check it out, no matter the situation.

The long dirt road is completely empty. My speed slowly increases, hitting 90. Gliding along, no bumps or other vehicles to slow me down. Though, I do start going slower as I get closer to bobs repair shop and gas station.

It isn't long before I can see the building ahead, An alarm ringing as I get closer.

My car strolls up to the building and I squint as the sight.

An unconscious woman, passed out by the door of the building. The car comes to a stop and I unbuckle my seat belt, rushing to get out.

"Hey, miss. Are you okay?"

I call out but no reply. As I get closer, glass crunches under my feet.

"Miss!" I yell over the sound of a ringing siren.

I kneel on one knee, propped up beside her as I feel for a pulse. "Can you hear me?"

My eyes scan her bloody clothes, looking for injuries.

I move my fingers along her scalp, feeling for any major injuries, finding dry blood twisted in strands of hair and a small cut, followed by a larger bump, then run both hands down her body. Starting with arms and finishing with her legs.

"I need Back up at Bob's gas station. An unconscious woman, late teenage years, maybe early twenties. Small injuries and possible head trauma."  I hold in the button and wait to be told the paramedics are coming.

She stirs a small amount, eyes flickering open before falling back asleep, as though the comfort of being found allowed her to fall back unconscious, peacefully.