EXISTENCE

CHAPTER 1: Interrogations

August 26th, 2009

There were three boys in the waiting room. Naturally these three were to be interrogated about the incident at the newest mall that had opened up in Fox Bay. Knowing this, one would think that a group of kids would seem disheartened.

But not these three.

As far as they were concerned, it was another trip to the principal's office. They knew what they had done. They knew that it wasn't going to land them in trouble. And they knew that, at the most, they would probably receive little less than a scolding from the police chief.

The door opened up and out walked a white cop dressed in blue.

"Gabriel Domingo, the chief will see you now."

The boy with the bandanna rose up from his seat. Looking at him, one would be quick to label him as a thug. The bandanna did no favors for his appearance, but then again, he couldn't have cared any less. As far as he knew, he knew just how intelligent he was, just how athletic he was, and just how much of a thug he wasn't. His friends knew this too, and they knew him like the back of their hands.

He was led inside by the officer and sat down opposite the police chief. Gabriel hated the police, not for the same reasons as others, but because of how slowly they did their jobs. If they had arrived an hour earlier, he and his friends wouldn't have had to be called in in the first place. But this was now, and he was a victim until he explained himself.

The chief wasted no time. "Alright Gabe, what have you done this time?"

Gabriel rubbed at his bandanna. "You know what you think I've done. How about you tell me first so I can correct you?"

The chief rubbed out his cigarette. He was a rather big fellow, one of the whitest men living in Fox Bay and with a receding hairline at that. Some say the stress of his work had been getting to him, even though he'd only been at his post for five years. And in those five years he'd come to know Gabriel quite well. He knew what he was like, and he knew that the boy was sharper than his age let on. He reached for a file from the officer and opened it.

"Gabriel Domingo, age 15," he read. "Born in October of 1993...you'll be 16 in a couple months, eh boy? You've done nothing but trouble for us, especially given your special...abilities."

Gabriel chuckled. "Don't be afraid, chief. I'm a big boy, I can take it. Go on, say it."

The chief leered at him.

Gabriel grinned. "I'm a freak, right? That's what the file reads, doesn't it?"

"DAMMIT BOY!" the chief slammed his fist on his desk. "You need to be more grateful for the shit we do for you and your freak friends! Do you know how many times we've had to cover your asses?!"

Gabriel laughed. "Cover? You wouldn't need to if you just told the truth! I bet you anything that the people here would be happy to know they've got heroes they can rely on!"

The chief stood up from his desk and looked dangerously at Gabriel. "Boy, if it weren't for your father I would have no problem locking you up and placing you with the rest of the criminals you think you helped us lock up."

Gabriel glared right back at the chief. "Don't talk like you know him, you fat sack of shit."

"But I did, boy. He was too trusting of a police chief, and that's what got him killed!"

"Listen you bastar-" he stopped at the last second. The chief was trying to get a rise out of him. He knew better than to let some fat scumbag try and get under his skin. He sat back down.