The Collector

Crimescene - Act 1 - Faith POV

I slowly raised my hands up and turned to the man now holding a gun directly at my skull. 

And in those moments I thought to myself, "Faith, am I really gonna let myself be killed by a drunk taxi driver, let alone be shot at by one?"

Hell no, I responded to myself, assuring my thoughts on the situation. There wasn't much distance between me and the cab driver, I could potentially swipe the side of the gun away and take him down, or I could ask him why he's doing this. Then again, he's drunk, would it be worth it? I'm only six feet away from the gate, I could make haste for cover behind the gated entrance to the old building. I already turned around, I lost that opportunity once I turned around. 

"Okay, what is it you want from me exactly?" I said to him, slowly easing closer to him. If I made any sudden moves at this range, he'd fire. 

"Listen' lady, I just want yo-" All of the sudden, on the opposite side of the gate entrance to my right, a man popped out of the corner and aimed it the cab driver. 

"Put the gun down!" It was Detective Williams. 

The cab drivers attention quickly zoomed onto him, and at that moment I took my chance and rushed to grab the gun out of the cab drivers hand. Once in proximity, I grabbed his arm and pushed it upwards, the gun pointing at the sky. The driver struggled to push me off of him, and at that time Detective Williams pulled the gun from out of the cab drivers hands. I let go of the driver and backed up, leaving Detective Williams to force the man onto the cab and hand cuff him. 

"So, why did you think it was a good idea to harass this poor defenseless detective here?" Detective Williams asked sarcastically to the handcuffed driver.

"I had it handled." I said. 

"Yeah." Detective Williams mumbled. 

"Well officer, once I took her to her destination, she tried to rush out of the car without me the money for the cab! I tried to stop her but she kicked me in the damn eye and rushed out of my vehicle! She didn't listen before, so I pulled out a gun like any other normal cab driver would. No one rips me off, sir;I already get paid shit." The cab driver responded. 

"Uh huh, interesting." The detective looked back at me, expecting me to respond.

"Oops." I shrugged. "Technically, this was my fault, but the dude definitely overreacted! Just look at my arm." Before this I hadn't actually looked at what the driver did to my arm when he grabbed it, I think he kind of just sunk his finger nails in. But I showed both the detective and the driver the wound.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe this.. This poor cab driver took away your sanity!" He smiled as he said that, really pissing me off. I was confused, so I turned my arm so I could look at what the cab driver actually did to it and there was barely anything there. You could tell up close that the nail markings were still there, but from a glance it was nothing. Even up close, it was still nothing. But hey it was still painful. 

I didn't really know what to say, and I felt very uncomfortable with them just staring at me until I gave an answer so I just shrugged again.

"Alright, well I think that's that. Come on, Faith, let me show the scene." Detective William exclaimed while uncuffing the driver. 

"Oh no-no-no, what about the issue of my payment?" The driver asked impatiently. 

"Uhhhhhh" I slid my hands down to my sides and checked each one of my  pockets. Turns out, I didn't have my wallet. "I don't have my wallet." I said to the driver. 

"Oh yeah? Well lady that's a problem then isn't it?" He said, stepping closer to me. 

Then Detective William stepped in. 

"Listen, buddy." He turned to the driver. "She's here on important detective work, I think she deserves a pass."

"Oh no, you listen here asshole I'm not going anywhere without my money, and if you both refuse to pay up I'm going to call the cops." 

In that moment I had never seen William as pale as he just turned when the driver said that. Then I looked on the ground at the gun, and had an idea.

"Hey, driver, do you have a permit for that gun? Sullivan act, remember?" 

That sentence right there got him, he wasn't pulling himself outta that one with any excuse. 

"Well I! I uh, well..." He was at a loss for words

"Lets not forget to mention the alcohol in your car. In fact, I bet if we smelled your breathe, it'd be beer wouldn't it?"

"Whiskey, actually. You've proved your point lady, I'll go."

"We'll forget about all of this, don't mention this to nobody." 

The driver nodded, and with that he picked up his pistol and got back in his cab and drove off into the cloudy distance. 

"Well, that was surely interesting." Detective William said.

"Didn't know you were scared of taxi drivers Will."

"Shut up." 

I chuckled. 

"Well, follow me, I have a crime scene to show you."