Chasing Fate

Chapter 19: Turn of events

[ Sawyer's POV ]

I fell asleep in the back of the car, but it was quickly taken away when we hit a pothole.

Sawyer: Shit.

Joey: Zu.

I wasn't in the mood for jokes.

Sawyer: Keep it to yourself next time.

Joey: Sorry, it's just not ok to cuss.

Sawyer: Oh like you haven't ever cussed.

Joey: I try not too, until I'm off camera..

Sawyer: exactly...

The cop pulled over at the police station. He drove into a small parking lot.

Cop: Were here boys.

I looked at Shane and Joey's Expressions. There faces showed there fear. I was scared myself, but I didn't want to show it.

Joey: Well then, this is it.

Shane: Listen guys. If anything happens, I just wanted to sa-

He was interrupted. The door swung open and Shane was dragged out by a few officers. They showed Shane no respect, they chucked him to the ground, and dragged him away.

Joey: Shane! Lea-

The other door swung open. A hand touched my shoulder. It was a gentle hand. Then, my arm was pulled out.

I fell to the ground with a thud. I banged my head on the concrete. I felt dizzy. My eyes blurred. A few military men stood over me. They each took one of my limbs and pulled me away.

Joey: Sawyer! Leave him alone! Stop!

Joey escaped from the car and sprinted to me. He was a few feet away, when he was tackled to the ground. He fought back, until the man pulled out a taser. Joey was out, completely. Weak, I whispered to him.

Sawyer: Joey...

[ Shane's POV ]

My left eye was shut completely. My mouth had a gigantic sore. My cheeks stung. They took me into an interrogation room. They punched my stomach, and threw me to the chair. I was breathless.

Shane: What the fuck, do you want with me...

Officer: You just murdered some of our best officers, what the hell do you think we want. Sergeant Kipling will be here In a few minutes. Stay put.

And with that, he walked out of the room. I looked around. A window, which was obviously being used to watch me. A bright light over my head. The wall behind me had a dent.

Shane: Shit.

Could someone have made that dent? In CONCRETE? I tried to forget about that. Seconds later, Kipling walked in.

Shane: Hey th-

Using full force, he took a right hook to my face. My chair fell back. The back of my head hit the floor with impact. My nose started running, red.

Kipling: What the FUCK where you thinking?

I didn't speak back. I was still recovering from the blow.

Kipling: I see. I guess I'll have to ask again.

He walked over to me. He picked me up by the collar. He spit directly in my face, then stomped on my foot.

Kipling: what. the. FUCK. Where you thinking?

Shane: *cough* maybe if you'd ask me nicely.

He grabbed a pocket knife from his belt, and swung at my face. I stepped back, but not before he got my cheek.

Shane: Shit!

He clearly didn't like my tone.

Kipling: Sit, down.

I limped over to the chair, and took a seat.

Kipling: I'll be back.

He left.

Shane: Shit..

I could feel my cheek gushing, along with my nose. I could feel my eyes start to water. This was too much, even for me. I cleared my tears with my sleeve, and sat patiently.

[ Sawyer's POV ]

I lay in the cold, hard bed, waiting. Ten, twenty minutes passed, and nobody seemed to come end my life. I took this as an opportunity to sleep. I closed my eyes. Just then, the barred door opened. A man, of tall stature and large chin walked in. His eyes intimidated me. I felt like a bird, and he was the cat, or better yet, tiger.

Kipling: Hello there. My names Kipling, but you can call me-

Sawyer: K?

Kipling: No, Kipling. You call me anything else and I'll slit your throat. Now, come with me.

I stood up and walked towards him. Then, a few guards kicked me down and wrapped a sack around my head. What felt like minutes later, a door opened. I was thrown in.

Shane: S, Sawyer?

Sawyer: That's my name, don't wear it out...

I was trying to remove the sack, but the handcuffs kept me from doing so. Seconds later, the door opened again.

Shane: Joey!

I couldn't see anything. I hated this feeling.

Sawyer: Hey Joey. Mind helping me?

He didn't respond.

Shane: Um. He has a handkerchief around his mouth.

Joey: Mm m mhphf

I felt his hand on my shoulder, then, the sack came off. I was blinded. The room was dull. The one lightbulb burnt my eyes.

Sawyer: Ouch. Wait..

I looked over at Shane.

Sawyer: Shane.. What happened...

Shane: well-

The door squeaked.

Kipling: I happened. Everyone, take a seat.

Joey and I walked over to shane, and took a seat.

Just then, a dozen soldiers stormed the room. All armed, and all pointed there guns at... Us.

Shane, Sawyer: Shit...

Joey: Zu...

Kipling: All three of you, caused total chaos today. Killed over a dozen officers, destroyed a innocent store, and cases panicked to hundreds at a local beach. We could kill you, here, and now.

Shane: Then why don't you... Sir..

Kipling: because, you managed to kill over a dozen officers.

Sawyer: So?

Kipling: Over a dozen of our BEST. Officers.

Joey: continue...

Kipling: We want you three.... to join the force.