To Kill A Witch

VIII

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Thursday, September 24
{104 days}
Palmer Harrison

Palmer scanned the streets as the black car surpassed neighborhood after neighborhood. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, but anything that caught his eye as suspicious, probably was.

It wasn't long after he pulled off the road to sit and take a break, that his radio crackled a females voice.

"Undercover officer in need of assistance, any cruiser close to twenty-third street please assist. Blue 1984 Buick, last seen on twenty third two minutes ago heading east"

This was definitely Palmer's favorite part of his job. Cruiser chasing a drugged out lunatic; what isn't fun about that?

He didn't bother responding his assistance to the radio, he just pulled the tires in reverse and zoomed out of the community parking lot.

Was it impossible to believe that as soon as he lashed through the streets he was already in the high speed chase? Because it was true.

Sweat drenched his forehead, an his eyes seemed so much heavier than before. But it was not due to the sun blinding his irises, it was due to the determination draining his energy.

Palmer swerved left as the vehicles drudged on; going what seemed like a hundred and fifty miles per hour. He hit his breaks in the middle of a Walgreens parking lot. He stepped out of the car an began walking. The fugitive was going left for the end of town.

Palmer broke into a sprint, his legs were moving as fast as a Jaguar; the animal not the car. And as he looked over he realized he was in sync with the criminal and his colleagues weren't far behind. Palmer kept his pace with the vehicle, his feet valiantly boomed the the side walks and each blonde strand of hair bounced from the wind rushing against him.

Palmer looked down at his hands then straight forward once more. This part always hurt, but it was a little to late to think about it now. Palmer Lashed his right hand out. A piece of sharp edged wood shot from his wrist and went straight for the tire of the car. Palmer stopped and ducked, the car sped out of control as the driver hit the breaks. Palmer looked at his tracks and the drivers horrified face while the car sped straight for a white house on the corner. Palmer jumped to his feet and ran for the house, there was nothing he could think to do but evacuate the house quickly! A loud streak of lightning hit the ground in front of Palmer, causing his feet to trip over each other. He fell forward his hands pushed out to brace the fall. Another crack of lightning fell through the sky, he dragged his head up with a fight. A tree had been struck and was falling straight for the Buick.

The tree punctured straight through the roof of the criminals car, stopping the out of control vehicle. Palmer ran for the car.

He jerked the car door, to no avail; the door was jammed. The man sat helpless and above all, motionless. The sirens were less than seconds away, he needed to pull the man out before the pile up he was imagining occurred.

Footsteps that Palmer began to realized weren't his imagination became louder, until they stopped. Palmer turned his head to find a teenage girl standing before him. The harder Palmer pulled on the door the more it seemed to become stuck.

"Need help?" the feminine voice assumed.

"Ma'am, you need to remove yourself from the vicinity of the block immediately," Palmer barked to the girl.

The girl reached out for the the car door and touched the hinges with her polished finger tips. One by one the bolts hit the street, each one surrounded in a cloud of electric jolts.

The door slammed to the ground; Palmers jaw dropped in awe.

"How the-," the sirens were right in ear shot.

"their not going to stop in time Harrison!" Palmer didn't pay attention to her recognition of his name, he quickled sweeped the man unto his arms and pulled the mans body. He slipped from the cars metal and cut a gash into palmers wrist. He ignored the blood dripping from his wound and rushed to the sidewalk. He dropped the man who was now laid unconscious on the hot pavement.

He expected to look over and find the girl terrified and running away. But no, not this girl, her eyes danced like magic to the sirens. Her skin was a darker shade off cream, not the scary shade of off white that he would usually encounter. Something was oddly familiar about her but there was no possible way he would be able to place her in the jigsaw of his memories.

"I think we need to talk," The girl nonchalantly hinted. Her fingertips
began to fumble in her pocket, until a sleeve of white notebook paper came into view. Holding it between two fingers she released the paper and let it totter to the ground.

As Palmer watched in shock, the girl disappeared into thin air a gulf of fog resigning where her body once threatened.

Palmer picked up the paper and unfolded it, only a short simple message was printed-

Mannies Barbecue.
now
-AG