L.A.P.D: The Dead Professor

Chapter 14

He stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

“Who are you?” Amos said angrily.

“What? I’m your sister dipshit!” the girl replied.

“Then how come you are here?”

“I heard about Alexis, so I came to che__”

“DON’T LIE TO ME! I know you are not Jennifer Rose Jackson, so who are you!”

“I’m Je___” was all she could get out before Amos was their, hands on her shirt and throwing her into the wall. She screamed out in pain as her back smashed into the wall, and she landed onto her shoulder. He vaulted the bed and picked her up again, his hand clenched around her neck.

“Tell me the truth or I swear to god I will break you in half right know.”

“Carol O’Neil, 1st lieutenant for Jac__” he punched her in the ribs, he heard a rib crack and he let her go.

“Where is he?!” he roared at her.

“You_*gasp*_really_*wince*_think i_*groan*_would tell you?” She retorted, getting onto her hands and knees. A solid kick to the head from amos put her on her back again.

“We can do this the easy-way. Or the hard-way.” Amos told her. “Its up to you”

“Stuff you!” she spat.

“Ok, the hard-way…” Amos muttered to himself he dropped down onto her leg at her knee, then grabbed her ankle and pulled it towards him. he heard the pop of the knee dislocating and the immediate scream of pain from Ms O’Neil. Despite the pain, she grabbed him and managed to get him off her. He rolled sideways, bringing his legs in and standing up. She stood up shakily, her knee already healed, a scowl on her face.

“Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.”

 She ran at him, but instead of throwing a punch or trying to kick him, she fainted to the right. She thought she had caught him off guard, but he had expected the move and spun on his heal, slamming his foot into her side, sending her sprawling into the wall. She spun and he hit her in the jaw. She staggered, tried to raise her hand to protect herself from the elbow that crashed into her nose. Blood spurted everywhere and she staggered backwards. Somehow, she righted her self and lunged at him with a punch aim at his face. Instead of ducking, he stepped into her and, with his left hand, he grabbed her arm, and in his right he grabbed her right shoulder. He stomped on her knee, then pushed backwards slamming the back of her head into the ground. He knelt down on top of her stomach, pressing the air out of her lungs, then, with the butt of his gun, he pistol whipped her in the side of her head, right on her temple. Her body went limp.  Lizzie walked in, looking impressed. 

“Where did you learn to fight like that?” 

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He told her mysteriously. “Grab your gear and pack your bags. Tell the others to do the same. Time to go home.”