meh... was watchin' BBTTPOL and this idea came to mind i own nothing


Tom pulled his gun out quickly, intent on telling the man that he was going to be arrested. At least that's what he had planned on doing, until the man started laughing.

"What?" Tom asked, annoyed. He just wanted to arrest the guy, hand him over to another officer, and then go home, shower, and sleep in a real bed that wasn't made out of cardboard or cement. But this man found something about the situation amusing, and Tom became curious as to what that was. Who would laugh knowing they were about to be arrested?

The man laughed again, ignoring the question, and then headed towards the younger man.

"Hey, stop," Tom ordered. "I'll shoot you."

"We both know you can't unless I am armed, or if I attack you," the man answered. "Besides, I just want to talk."

"Then stop right where you are and talk. And don't try to make any deals because you're going away for a long time."

"I know that, boy. I'm just wondering why you seem so scared of me. Even now I can see your hands shaking."

"Just shut up and turn around," Tom hissed, trying to steady his hands. He wasn't scared, he was just nervous.

"Why don't you?" the man countered. "I already gave you the money, so technically you owe me."

"I don't owe you dick, you bastard," Tom hissed. "Hell, I know what you've done to those other kids; you beat the shot outta them and left them for dead. And I bet you're gonna do the same with me. And when you're done, you'll probably take all your money back anyways, so here," Tom stopped and pulled two twenty-dollar bills out of his pocket. He threw them at the man, but he just let them fall to the floor. "Here," Tom concluded.

"I don't want the money," the man replied, stepping closer to Tom.

"Don't move," Tom warned shakily, even though he knew the man was right. He couldn't shoot unless his life was in serious danger.

"You gonna shoot me boy?"

Tom backed away, his hands shaking and his aim becoming unsteady; even if he could shoot, he would probably miss anyways. "No," he replied as his back hit the wall. There was nowhere else to go and Tom was hoping the man would attack or pull a weapon so he could just shoot him and get the Hell out of here.

"Didn't think so." The man smiled languidly, stepping even closer to Tom who felt himself becoming more and more trapped.

"Stop moving," Tom whispered, but his words went unnoticed. "C'mon man, I'm a cop, you can't do this. Just turn around and make this easy on yourself."

"If I'm going to jail, then why wouldn't I do this? I do this, I get a extra year tacked onto my life sentence. So it doesn't really matter what I do, now does it?"

The man was inches from Tom, his breath warm against Tom's face, smelling of stale liquor and rotten eggs. Tom gagged but suppressed the urge to throw up. He knew what was going to happen and he knew he would powerless to stop it.

Unless he shot the man now, before anything could happen. But if he did that, he could lose his badge, because the man wasn't armed and there were no visible signs that Tom had been attacked.

"What's your name, boy?"

"None of your business, and I'm not a boy," Tom hissed, trying to edge sideways. The man caught onto his motions and laughed. "You can't escape, you know that? You're mine now."

"I don't belong to anybody," Tom hissed bitterly, trying to move sideways again. This time the man reacted and quickly grabbed onto Tom; he grabbed his left arm first and pulled Tom forward, away from the wall, before forcing him right back into it. Tom let out a grunt of pain at the sudden impact and felt his gun slip away from his hand, listened as it clattered to the floor with a dull thud and then he knew that he was completely helpless.

He had been the prey, trying to escape the predator. Except he had been caught, and was now at the hands of this animal, who would do what he wanted and leave him for dead, just like all the other kids; just like Aaron.

tbc...