Esper

Esper Chapter 2: Directionless

Part 1

Buzz...buzz...buzz...click!

"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?" The voice of an older woman inquired from beyond the speaker of a payphone.

"Y...*Cough*..." A cough to clear one's throat surprised the operator! The young man on the other end of the line spoke again, noticeably deepening his voice. "Yes...t-there's an officer at Newtonville rock - err...the ridge on the outside of Newtonville. I'm not sure, but I think he may be seriously hurt! I don't know what happened! There were some gun shots and...something just threw him from on top of the ridge!"

"Please calm down, sir! We'll send some cars out immediately. Sir, what is your name...?"

"..."

"Sir...?"

"..."

"Are you there? Hello?"

Click...buzz...buzz...buzz...

Part 2

Harper Wolf rushed back to the ridge as fast as his chubby, short legs could carry him! What he returned to could only be described as a bloodbath. Katie Vang, the red-haired waitress, desperately wiped pieces of the formerly living cop, Niles, off her person! She'd tossed aside her jacket, despite the cold, attempting to remove the gore which had seeped into every nook and cranny of her body.

Vernon Marino stormed up to Harper and gripped him tightly by the shoulders, locking eyes with the boy! "Did you do what I told you, kid?"

"Yeah...I mean, I didn't know what I was supposed to tell them though." Sweating bullets, Harper replied while trying to avoid eye contact with Vernon's intense gaze.

"Hey, hey! Up here, look me in the eye and tell me you followed my instructions!"

"Yes! I did, okay?! I called the police, I used a fake voice, I didn't leave a name, I used my jacket to avoid getting fingerprints on the phone, and then walked on the rocky path to avoid leaving tracks!! Are you fucking happy; man!"

"Ecs-fucking-tatic, kid!"

"Enough!!" Nicolaus Thompson yelled at his two hysterical peers as they argued! "Look...I just...we just need to do something." Trying to regain the minimum level of composure, despite his own actions minutes beforehand, Nicolaus knelt on the ground taking deep breaths.

"I think I've got it covered. All of you need to work with me. Understand?" Vernon pulled a knife out of his jacket pocket. As the cool headed Italian-American man made his way into the woods he stopped and called back to the others. "Nick'o, you come with me! I need your help! Harper, Vergil get the ladies back to my car and wait for us there! Get a move on, Nick'o!" A swift smack to the back of Vergil Trask's head snapped him out of his daze as Harper pulled his friend along! The young men moved to carry the unconscious Amala Singh back to Vernon's car. After witnessing the horror of a person's body being obliterated, with her possibly being the root cause, Amala had passed out from the trauma.

Nicolaus and Vernon skulked about the woods attempting to leave as few footprints in the mud and dirt as possible. "Vernon, what are we doing?"

"There isn't much time, so we're going to mess with this area as much as possible! Break branches, turn up dirt, throw rocks around...whatever! We need to get the police off our trail."

"We're really not going to turn ourselves in?"

"Turn ourselves in? Are you kidding me? We're done for if we get caught with all the laws we've broken! Probably won't even go to trial! Bet they'd just throw the book at us."