Chapter 8
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Now, on to the story!
"So let me get this straight. Your were walking down the street, when a freak driver came out of know where, injuring your friend, but you don't know who it was, as the driver kept driving and you weren't paying attention to the licence plate? Is this true?" I nodded, hoping the cops would buy my lie. Lying came so naturally to me, it was just like regular talking to me, even to an officer.
I was sitting in the police station at one of the numerous desk there. Across from me was a cop, reading over my file of criminal records and looking up something on the beater of a computer in front of him. I was praying he didn't know what really happened. I don't think the gang had been down here yet, and there weren't any bystanders on the scene, that I knew of. The only factor I still had to conceder was the women who ran Snake over. The cop sat back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh, and stared at me through his own set of sunglasses.
"Again, when did this happen? Three weeks ago?" I nodded. He raised an eyebrow and handed me a piece of paper. I quickly skimmed it over, looking for familiar words (I'm not the best reader) but even with my lack of education I could understand the bolded print at the beginning of the document that read: POLICE REPORT. This couldn't be good.
"Well exactly three weeks ago, a shocked women turned in this police report after "running over a teenage boy, who was just lying in the middle of a road, as his friends watched." Pretty coincidental?" Damn it. I was caught.
"That wasn't us."
"The description that you gave of your friend and the description that the lady gave match perfectly."
"Ya know, there could be more then one teenaga that's super skinny with black hair."
"How many do you suppose have green skin?" I bit my lip, to stop an "Oh shit" from escaping my mouth. The officer stood up, but placed his hands on the desk top and leaned against the desk.
That was it. He was going to tell me I had it in for me. My mind wandered a bit from reality imagining what jail would be like. Certainly not like juvie, which I ran like a total bad-ass delinquent would. I was at the top of the age limit when the gang and I went. It really wasn't different then our regular life, other then we had real plumbing. But jail, whole different story. I'd be at the bottom of the food change there. Young, alone, on the skinny side... I tuned back into what the officer was telling me in his mid sentence.
"-you do know you can be charged with attempt murder, and if he doesn't pull through, you can be charged with first degree murder." The cop said. I stared at the floor, not the officer who was looming over me, delivering my fate.
"You should be going to jail." the cop continued to say. I let that sink in. Wait, did he say "I should be going" and not "I'm going." I looked up at him, he didn't look as scary as I thought he would, he looked almost sympathetic.
"From what you have told me, and the information that I've learnt about your gang after all these years, I know you don't have anyone. No one to cover the bills for the medical things your friend will need, so we'll let you go, this one time, but I want you and the rest of your gang to quit robbing stores and jumping people for the cash. We've had more cases submitted of robberies and muggings in the past few weeks then all of last year! Why not try honest work?" The officer motioned for the door, and opened it silently telling me I was free to go.
I got up, nodded at the officer and made my way out the door, trying to digest all that just happened. One second I was being called a murdering liar, and the next I was told I needed to be out free, honestly earning money for Snake. Did the police system really just let me go?
As I walked back to the clubhouse, I thought back to what the officer had said about honest work. I shuddered at the thought. God, honest and me are complete opposites. Really anything lawful, or legal, or "good" is an opposites to me. But I know people, cops and citizens alike are going to be watching me and the gang closer. Waiting for us to do something illegal and book us. But still honest work? The thought sickened my mind. However It was for Snake.
"It'll be worth it in the end..." I thought aloud. I rolled my neck and let out a sigh, as I entered the dump, think on how I was going to tell the gang the new game plan. Speaking had never been an issue with me, and it's not like they'd argue with my decision, but still, this honest work is going to bug the hell out of me.
HA! And you all thought he was going to jail! Like hell, Ace is going to jail (for now...), there is a dying Snake out there, needing to be saved! Review PLEASE!3
