All Cops Are Bastards

Chapter 1: May 31st

Ever since the murder of George Floyd, nothing has been the same. More and more protests arise all over the world because all we want is justice. No peace, no justice.

I'm Y/N, and this is my story.

I fought through the crowds to get to the front where all the armed policemen were lined up. I help up my fist as I yelled through my bandana continuously, "Black lives matter! Black lives matter!". Everyone yelled in synchrony toward the police. Everywhere you looked, people held signs, carried bags full of supplies, and wore masks to protect themselves.

A man fully clothed in riot gear made his way towards the front of the crowd. His height bringing attention to us all. He pointed his gloved fingers into the policemen's faces exclaiming, "No justice, No Peace!". The police began to rile up, resulting in throwing tear gas grenades towards the crowds.

Everybody began to disburse, separating like ants. People pushed against me as they tried to run away. I held onto my bandana to try to prevent breathing in the tear gas, and clenched my eyes close to keep them from watering. I ran. I ran and looked back to see that same tall man from earlier, throwing a tear gas grenade back towards the police.

As I was looking back, I saw a crowd of cops forming over the man in riot gear. I quickly turned my ass around, and ran to help him. Even though my size is nothing compared to these pigs, I knew I had to help.

I ran toward the man in riot gear and began yelling and yanking on the cops surrounding him, "Let him go!" I huffed. The man's attention was suddenly pointed towards me when I was aggressively pushed off by of the cops, causing me to fall to the ground. More people began to crowd us and they fought to keep us from getting even more hurt.

The man in riot gear began shoving cops away from him, making his way towards me. He knelt down and stuck his gloved hand out, "Are you alright?" he asked. I clenched my leg to my chest as the pain radiated through it. Looking up at him, I grabbed his hand.

He helped me up but the pain in my leg caused me to fall back down again. The masked man looked down on me, then suddenly picked me up. "I'm going to take you some place safer." he exclaimed in his deep voice. I nodded and watched as the crowds became bigger and bigger. He held me in his arms securely as he paced through the scene.

We made it to a neighborhood where everything was still. As he walked down the street we could still hear the yells and screams from the protests. We ended up at a large one-story home and he made his way towards the front door.

"I'm going to put you down okay? I need to open the door." He said. I nodded. He slowly placed my legs onto the ground making sure I didn't fall over. After that, he reached into the pockets of his riot gear and pulled out a pair of keys. They jingled into the door jam and then it opened.

He motioned me inside but my leg ached in pain as I limped. He turned around and sighed, thus resulting in carrying me again. He carried me all the way to what seemed to be his kitchen, and sat me down on the countertop.

"So, what's your name?" His voice echoed as he walked from room to room to get medical supplies. "Uh.. Y/N. What's yours?" I questioned. He came back into the kitchen with a first aid kit and a bandage to wrap around my leg.

"Don't worry about it." He huffed lowly, examining and feeling my leg. I winced in pain as he explored. "So I can't know your name- OW! But you can know mine?", I exclaimed, "Now that seems a bit unfair."

He sighed in annoyance and stood tall, taking off his helmet.

His light brown dreads fell on each side of his shoulders, grey eyes dilating from the change of light from the darkness of his helmet, well kept beard matching the color of his hair, and his big plump lips were revealed to my eyes.