Amethyst- Book one

Decisions

Driving at high speed, I estimated that I would reach Ariel's house in under ten minutes. However, though driving faster seems very effective in reaching your destination quicker, it's not a very wise choice to make in Halloween month at night time when police cruisers are much more difficult to spot.

"Am, that car pulled out just behind us. I think it's a copper." Ariel whispered.

"Or just a stalker, nothing to worry about." I told her in a tight voice.

"Oh yeah, because stalkers are far less threatening." Ariel said sarcastically.

"They aren't to girl's who's best friend can literally chuck them through walls without getting ten feet near them." I offered.

"Good point." Ariel nodded. My temporary feeling of relief vanished as red and blue lights decorated my rearview mirror.

"Maybe they're after the car in front of us." I said in an even tighter voice than before.

"What car?" Ariel asked. I groaned, praying to God I wouldn't get a ticket and pulled over. I know being pulled over sounds kind of B.A and could make you feel like a total rebel in the movies, but for a policeman's goodie-two-shoes daughter who'd just got her license and would never be labeled as a troublemaker, I felt my heartbeat accelerate and my breathing quicken. You know, as soon as the policeman would tap our window and ask for my license and registration, I'd probably start the waterworks and feel like a total baby afterwards. It's so weird, Ted thinks that with training, I will be all big and bad, facing down mystical monsters and all that, but I can't even get pulled over by the police without feeling dangerously close to crying.

The police pulled over behind us, but no officer stepped out.

"Step out of the vehicle. Stand against your vehicle and place both hands on the vehicle." An extremely formal, almost emotionless voice ordered. I felt my eyes squint, because this isn't really the policemen's normal procedure unless we've been in a high speed chase. Were these guys aiming guns at us? Oh god, please don't let there be guns.

Slowly, Ariel and I stepped out of the car and obeyed as they said, not really sure that what they said even was as police officers normally say. I heard an officer walk up behind me and pat me down to make sure I had no weapon, then do the same to Ariel.

"Okay, sir, I know I was going over the limit, but this isn't the normal procedure." I told him.

"Am, don't correct him. Are you trying to get a ticket?" Ariel asked.

"Silence." The officer ordered in the same emotionless voice.

"Oh yeah, and if you're about to arrest us, you have to tell us that we have the right to remain silent and all that. Where did you get your badge, online?" I asked. As soon as the words left my lips, I felt like slamming my head against the windshield. The dude was probably going to arrest us now just because I decided to get lippy.

The officer didn't respond. Instead, he turned me around harshly, staring down at my face. As I stared at his, I felt my suspicions grow. Since Dad worked at the station, I was able to recognize most of the policemen because most of Dad's friends that he invited over for football were also in the force. But this man looked like a complete stranger. He looked like he was in his late thirties, he was Caucasian with combed blond hair. He was tall and lean with a square jaw and thick eyebrows. He was pretty much the perfect essence of the average male that you'd probably see in any cartoon drawing, but that changed with his eyes. At first, they were sky blue, but as they stared into my face, they changed to a molten, orange red color.

"Get away from me." I told him. The man responded by grabbing my throat and raising me off of the ground, pushing me backwards to the point that I started to lean over the top of my car. I gasped at the cold, hardness of his hand and I heard Ariel shriek, but another man raced forward and grabbed her.