Prosper City PD Homicide Squad

Chapter 5 First Death

Baxter stormed through the upper floors, breaking down doors in his path. His prey was getting reckless, knocking down cabinets and props in attempt to stop his chaser. Baxter sprinted across a catwalk, into the dressing rooms, prepared to make his arrest, or his kill. The room was dark, no windows to let in the city lights. Glass crunched beneath his boots as he cautiously tracked his prey. "You must be the new meat." A voice rang out. The man spoke in a confident tone, as if he knew the rookie has never experienced a case before.

A druggie stormed towards him, only different from the rest. Baxter dodged, thinking the thin figure wouldn't break his sprint. To the rookies surprise, the man turned, slamming his fist into the boys shoulder. Baxter recoiled, recovering from the surprise. The man smiled down at him, taking a needle from his torn pants. "You won't stop progress!" The man jabbed the syringe into his arm, letting the narcotics flow trough his veins. The rookie watched in horror as the mans veins bulged, as if on adrenaline. He reached out and lifted the boy off his feet, throwing him through a nearby door.

The dealer sat behind a large desk, heavily covered in fine designs. He leaned forward into the small light in the room. "Well, who do we have here?" Examining the badge on Baxter's vest, the druggie spoke out. "He's one of those ruiners!" The dealer smiled, leaning back into his chair. With a wave of his hand, the bulging man stood straight up, lifting the rookie off his feet. "Then we have no use for you."

Baxter gasped for air as the larger man tightened his grip around the officers throat. His feet kicking at the air below helplessly. Was this the end? He felt his world spinning, his body going numb as he fought a losing battle. He dropped his arms to his sides, giving up. His world went dark.

"You're no son of mine!"
"You won't live here, you are just worthless trash!"
"Who would ever want to support your lazy ass!"
Baxter heard the facts that every single person he knew had told him. He was useless. His first case would be his last. He kept listening till he got to the end.
"Keep fighting, for what you love!"
The last message he remembers. His mothers last words before her death.
"Baxter! That drug weakens the heart!" He heard Silena scream in his head. He wouldn't die here even if it meant doing the impossible.

Baxter opened his eyes. The druggie laughed. "Not dead enough for ya?" He smiled and tightened the grip. Baxter kicked into his chest, breaking a few ribs. The man dropped the smaller figure, clutching his chest in agony. He doesn't seem to enjoy his heart beating at powerful levels as he slowly succumbs to the forced heart attack. Baxter faced the dealer, drawing his gun. This was an all out war in the making.