Prodigy

Chapter 1

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"Put the gun away, Blake. Put it down on the ground where we can all see it," Detective Terrick said.

"Well, for starters, why don't you get the fuck out of my face?!" Blake hollered.

The air was tense. Blake pondered around. There were a hundred cops, CSI and FBI altogether in the once desolate, moist room. He smirked. He was actually proud of himself. He managed to gather almost a quarter of America's finest defences in the room.

"Come on, Blake. You don't want to end up in the worst jails in America right? Or worse, you won't want to end up in Gitarama in Rwanda, do you?"

Blake shuddered, but he put on a brave face. Everyone knew that Gitarama was the worst. He wondered what would happen if he ended up there, assuming he was caught.

"Wanna try putting me in that hell? Try ashard as you can, 'cause I'll be in Marswhen you track me down!" Blake laughed a laugh so sinister that even Dracula would hide in his cave.

Detective Terrick was fuming with rage; he could not keep his composure.

"Don't make me use force, Blake. You've seen me use force, haven't you?" His voice pierced through the moisture-laden air, full of anger and bitterness.

"Well, it didn't hurt a fly so I think I'm pretty safe."

"You wanna try?"

"We'll see."

And Blake ran to the door at the end of the gigantic room.