The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 14

I ended up leaving his room, but I sat down in the waiting room. I fell asleep for a few hours, but I was awoken by Banshee. He startled me, and I thought I was having a Nightmare, but I wasn't. He was actually there, ready to go. Since it was only a major tongue injury, he didn't need to stay for Months. I'm not sure why, but the head Doctor told me that. It was a tongue injury, but every single time Banshee took a step, I was ready to catch him from "falling". 

The whole Gang went back Home around Midnight. None of us were tired, so we sat around and drank some coke. According to the Doctors, he wasn't supposed to be drinking any sugary drinks, so he just watched. He wanted it, but when he went to reach for a bottle Ricardo stopped his hand and shoved it away. Ricardo made the rest of us finish our bottles quickly, and we did. I personally didn't want to make him upset, and Ricardo would destroy me if I kept drinking my coke slowly. 

"This stuff will rot your insides," Stick pointed to an empty bottle. He was staring at Banshee, who had his head bowed in sadness. 

"Stick, I have a question", I stared at him and waited for him to look at me before I continued, "Why are you telling him that coke will rot his insides when you chain smoke? Your Lungs are deep-fried."

He nodded. He knew what I meant, and he knew that he'd probably die from a smoking-related-disease. It didn't please him to think about it, but he kept smoking. I let Banshee take my bed for that night, and I slept on the rock-solid couch. 

Waking up that Morning, I felt like a brand-new person. Sure, Maddog was on the loose, but Banshee was ok. He saved my Life, and I owed him one. The unsettling thing about that Morning was the news. When everyone had woken up, Winchester turned the T.V on to a news channel. It was pretty weird to see Maddog's face on the T.V appear. He had been arrested plenty times before, so they used his mugshot. He had some scars, which didn't make anything look better. He wasn't THAT bad. I mean, he was, but it was worse when you didn't know him. Ricardo wanted the T.V off, but the rest of us wanted it on.

"Donny Farleston. A young man on the loose. If you see this face, please contact the nearest Police Station immediately. He is wanted for the beating of two boys-Leo Galvan and Baxter Fields. He escaped a Hospital recently, and was last seen around an abandoned Home. A driver claimed to have seen Donny trying to break open the door at Night. Police will be searching this area any hour now, and we will get back to you shortly."

"Abandoned Home? That must mean this one. He's here!" Stick tore up the stairs. He was too fast for us to calm him down, so we let him be.

"We have to move? Again?" I asked. I didn't want to. The last time we went on a road-trip I beat Maddog up.

"No. We'll answer questions...it's fine. Just hide the weapons and we'll wait for them," Ricardo replied.

We waited on the porch for the Police team to arrive. They stormed out of their cars and searched the area with their guns pointed. One Officer bolted at us. He paused to gain his breath before sitting down with us. He brought us to the side of his Police-Car one-by-one. I was last, and it didn't make me feel any better. You'd think I'd be happy being last, but by the way the others were talking about him I wished I was first. When he brought me over, he frisked me very quickly. 

"I am Officer Nall", he started. "and you are?"

I piped up. "Leo Galvan."

"Ok Leo. I'm just going to ask a few questions about your old friend Donny, ok?"

I nodded, and he blasted me with questions.

"How old were you when you first met Donny?"

"I was...I don't know...about 8, I'd say."

"First time you saw him commit a violent act?"

I stopped to think.

"I was 8, also. He crashed his car into someone else...by accident. They got into a fight. I was in the back of the car. 

"Did he ever physically harm you?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Just a few days ago. My friend Banshee helped-" I stopped. I released his nickname.

"Banshee? Who?"

"Just an old friend of mine, it's nothing."

"Has he ever been in trouble with the Police before?"

I didn't answer. I was emotional. I'm hardly ever emotional, but Maddog would be killed if he was found with any weapons. I know he would not back down, and that they'd have to kill him. 

"Hello?" He flashed his hands in my face, but I turned around and started walking back to the porch. I didn't need to answer him. It was none of his business, whether he was an Officer of the Law or not.

"Leo! Come back here, please!" He yelled. I ignored him at this, too. He kept yelling, and I kept ignoring him. I was a true rebel...ha!

My joking time ended when I felt a few electric prongs sting my back. It was the "prong" as my Gang called it. This device that shot wires that made you fall over from...pain I guess?

I stopped completely, and when I tried to move my legs, they stayed. My head jerked forward and I fell to the ground. It hurt to even blink. I was still conscious to see Ricardo rushing to me, plucking the prongs from my back and dragging me to the porch. I was fine after a few minutes, and I saw Officer Nall arguing with Ricardo, face-to-face. They were arguing for obvious reasons. He didn't need to shoot me. All he had to do was stop me with his hands. It was weird. They just simply stopped you where I was Born. They didn't shoot you with prongs. 

Little pricks of blood dripped down my back. It didn't bother me, because the cuts were so small. Ricardo shoved Officer Nall away before coming back to me. I knew I was fine, so all the arguing was pointless. Officer Nall left the scene, and came back with some more Officers for no reason other than to act all cool.

"Oh, come on!" Ricardo said as three Officers approached the porch. He hurried us all in and slammed the door in their faces, not caring if the door would smash against them.

"Get your bags ready. We'll leave if they start getting more angry with us," Ricardo said as he trotted up the staircase.