Lethal Elite

[10]

As I watched the policeman clutch his gun and move closer and closer to me. A strange feeling,  a feeling that was similar to the feeling I had before I yelled at Mr.Vanilli took hold of me. But this feeling wasn't the same as how I felt with Mr.Vanilli. This feeling was way stronger , way deeper. It was like an adrenaline rush times 100 and the thought of going to jail just wasn't helping.

I quickly looked around the mall for an escape route. I threw my purse over my shoulder and took off running. Quickly approaching James Chilly, I slid over the counter and through the back of the food stand.

"Back up!  I need back up ! Right now! Two females on the bottom floor. Fleeing on foot." The officer yelled into his walkie talkie.

Suddenly it was like a whole other person took control of my body and my mind went into stealth mode.

As I ran through the back of James Chili, it seemed like a million workers were in my way not letting me pass. At that moment the officer came running behind me, gaining on my tail with about 3 other officers following me up the back stairs of the restaurant .

"Freeze ! Stop right there." The officers yelled.

"Everyone get down and out of the way!"

I was caught in a sham, realizing I had no other way to go except for one way out the back door , which was covered by which seemed like a million James Chili workers.

"Alright now , I'll admit you're pretty fast but now you've got nowhere to go. So once again let's make this easy ..." he said as he crept closer.

"step on over past the Chili pot so we can get these cuffs on you." The now out of breath officer said.

I started to snap back into reality listening to the officer give me demands. It almost seemed like this weird person that took over my body before, was finally leaving and me myself was coming back.

I put my hands in the air and slowly started to walk past the Chili pot to be put into handcuffs. As I got closer to the officers, I started to observe all of them one by one. Almost like I had supervision. I could see the sweat trickle down their hairy heads and I could hear their heartbeats through their chests and once again, that strange feeling of adrenaline started to come back pumping the blood through my veins even harder than before.

"Okay stop right there, good ... now turn around , get down on your knees, and put your hands behind your head." He continued.

As I followed the officers instructions, my heart started pounding at the thought of me being in handcuffs. It was almost like I was allergic to being caught, allergic to being arrested.

I slowly started to scope my surroundings as one of the officers grabbed my right hand to put it behind my back. Before the officer could put the handcuffs on me, everything started to go dark. It was like the whole world was in slow motion. I couldn't hear or see anything except for the sound of my heart pounding out of my chest again.

Once I heard the handcuffs click and felt the tightness of them being around both of my hands I jumped up and flipped backwards over the officer strangling him with the handcuffs. I then started walking backwards behind the Chili pot while continuing to strangle the officer. The other officers then pulled their guns out and pointed them at me.