Not Your Average

Chapter 1

"We got a call!" I said.

"Where?"

"3146 West Cedar"

We were smiling. We both loved our jobs. We were police officers. My partner was Jon Daniels. He had been my best friend since training. We just got lucky at how we were assigned partners.

"Isn't that Lincoln Elementary School!?" He said.

"It's a shooting!" I yelled.

"What type of fucked up person would willingly kill innocent children!"

Our smiles had disappeared. This wasn't normal. We liked fighting crime, but usually it was small. We know how to deal with it, but how can we trust our team to put their knowledge in action. We pulled into the parking lot and there was already 3 fire trucks 2 ambulances and 4 cop cars with more of everything on the way. The fire alarms were going off and there were kids crying outside.

"They evacuated, good." I exhaled. I ran up to an adult, assuming it was a teacher.

"Do you know anyone, any class that hasn't evacuated?"

"The second grade class. Umm, Ms. Harper's class. She's a new teacher she may not know what to do!"

"Thank you."

"Please help ma'am!"

"I'll do what I can. I certainly will try my best!" I ran to the leader to the team. He told Daniel's and I to go in with a few others. We got geared up and rushed in. We all remember our training. As we cane closer and closer to the room. We heard yelling, crying, and one shot. We hurried. We stopped at the door. One, two, three.

We broke down the door. We were surprised to see the teacher with the gun. The was a kid on the floor. With all the others in the corner.

"If you come any closer I'll shoot again!" I took a small small step and she aimed for my head. My head. I quickly aimed and, BANG!!! I had had shot, but so did she. I hit the ceiling, but she hit me. It hit my neck. Right in between my bullet proof chest guard and any helmet's face guard. I was still standing until I wasn't. I heard what happened next. The teacher was shoot the children screamed and we saved the day. After it all Daniels walked up to me. A dying 27 year old woman.

"Are you OK!? You need help! Get a medic!"

"No, no, they need to help the needs more than me. Ever since I was a kid I loved stories about super heroes. I've always wanted to be one. Have I done my job?"

"Yes, yes, but Karman you can't lie here! Help!"

"I'll tell God, he has an amazing person coming, but he may have to wait."

Then something strange happened. I felt my shot wound suddenly get cold. I touched it and there was metal where my wound was. It was growing. All around my skin. I blacked out.