Title: First Shots
Title: First Shots
Author: Kinabaki
Beta:worldpresident
Pairing: None really
Rating: PG-13 for the F-bomb.
Carlton Lassiter had been shot.
As a seasoned veteran of the Santa Barbara Police Department this didn't much surprise him. The man had been working as a cop for ten years; of course he'd been shot at before. Hell, it was bound to happen that an occasional bullet would magically find its way into Lassiter and do some damage. However, it had been a very long time since Lassiter had last been hit, and he was reminded why:
Bullets fucking hurt.
Lassiter's body went through too many stages of shock to bother keeping him upright; his knees folded forwards causing his torso to fall back onto the side of his car. The ground rushed up to catch him, jarring his lower back painfully into the unforgiving concrete. Lassiter watched as the blue of his shirt, the one friends said brought out his eyes, changed, evolved, mutated into a sick red. Not the healthy pinkish red of his liver and lungs or the angry red of a split lip, but a sick, dying, diseased red. The kind of red Lassiter saw when he escorted victims into the autopsy rooms or morgue. The kind of red he'd looked for at crime scene, or on a suspect's hands.
His hands.
Carlton Lassiter had been shot, and there was only one thing on his mind:
"Well Psychic, did you see that coming?"