After rescuing a guy from a burning bus, this is what I get. Here I am, in a jail cell, explaining my innocence to these dingbats. Reggie's gonna be so pissed when he finds out…
I was biking over a bridge, just heading to my job. Reggie's been really tight with money, due to the DUP getting rid of the cops, which means more work for me. While I wheeled down the bridge, feeling the wind in my face, I heard gunshots. Immediately, I fail-ninja'd off my bike. She fell on her side. "What the hell!?" I yelled out loud. I saw a few D.U.P. goofs shooting at the wheels of this one bus… It continued until it was on the middle of the bridge, it's ass hanging down off the bridge. "Holy shit!" I mumbled to myself, staring. I couldn't hear anything but the screech of the bus about to slide off into the water. I ran over there as fast as I could, right after the guards were in the bus, hoping I could save a life, and that they wouldn't see me. As I got close to the front tire, I heard someone's efforts. I looked down to see a bald guy wearing a brown jacket. Man, was he bleeding like hell. "Help me… Please." He said. I blinked three times, and dragged him out. I felt some kind of strange current flow through me, but I had managed to ignore it. I carried him back off the bridge, into the nearby woods. Right when I was going to place him down by some tree, I saw smoke going INTO my hands… I turned around to look at the guy, and all he did was fall back, unconscious. I looked around me, down at my hands. I gasped. "Oh, yeah, this sure is normal…" I nervously chuckled to myself. The smoke was all around my hands. "Are you okay?" I asked him, realizing the dude was unconscious. "Damn." I checked for a beat. He was still there.
When I was about to take him back, I turned around, and was pushed to the ground by a fatass douche bag with a mustache. He held a gun to the back of my head, and I wasn't about to do anything to piss him off. "Stop!" I turned back to him. I could hear him get ready to shoot. "It's not what you think!" I yelled, hoping this meathead would understand. To my surprise, he handcuffed me. It's better than dying for saving someone's life, I suppose. "You really expect us to believe that?" A heavily-built guy asked me, biting down on his big cigar. I shook my head in disagreement. "Well, does it sound like I'm reading a night-time story to you, while I have the risk of being killed, or maybe I'm pleading my innocence!?" All of a sudden, a female cop walked in, putting her hand on the smoker's shoulder. "Stop! It's Reginald's brother." She told him. "And that gives him an excuse to get out of here?" He scoffed, coming up close to the bars. "You listen to me you deviant, you STAY there." I sat down angrily, while he turned back around, looked like he was trying to intimidate everybody. "I thought I told Rowe to keep his punk brother from doing this kind of shit. And now he's one of those deviants." He scoffed again, as if he knew I was going to end up majorly screwing up." I will get my chunk of cheddar for capturing one of these-" Everyone was silent for those few minutes. Was it the footsteps down the hall? All I saw was some guy hand the asshole some paper, it looked like a hospital report.
So, there I am, sitting here in jail. I like to hit the bars, and listen to the sound it makes, which to me is like music. The food here is shit. Hell, even my brother cooks better than this. At least the smoke is gone from my hands. On the down side, there's nothing I can say to change their minds, and, I might be killed. So, here I am, about thirty minutes after my arrest- but I was never good with math, so you can't trust me on that one. Even more footsteps echoed into my cell. I finally got off my ass to take a look. I see a very familiar face. It's my brother. Oh, brother.