AN: I decided to write this based off of a dream that I had a really long time ago.
Ugh, kids. Dealing with them is the worst part about being a cop, Kurtis Stryker thought to himself. He had been a member of the NYPD for quite a while, and had to patrol the streets as part of his job, but he would never get accustomed to the hideous, insolent beings.
I was on patrol that day, and I heard a group of the little banshees screaming like they were being murdered. That was something he would never understand: why the little things would screech so horridly when they were simply playing.
Feigning concern, he ran over to them. When he inquired what happened to the children, they shook their heads, appearing afraid of the man in the police uniform. When he realised that nothing was wrong, he told them (not so kindly) to keep it down, or he would have a serious talk with their parents.
At the end of patrol that day, he went home and settled down for his pre-dinner nap. Again, he heard the banshees screeching. He let out an angered cry. He vowed to himself that we would slowly put an end to their reign of terror once and for all.