Enter: Yakko

At first, I hoped the sirens weren't for us. Then they started getting close. WAY too close! Dot and I bust out running simultaneously.

"Hey! YOU! STOP!" Yells a voice behind me. I'm trying to dodge everything in my path, but its hard. These shoe-type-things weren't made for running! I'm starting to panic. I look over at Dot running beside me and nearly stop in my tracks. She's SMILING! I don't have time for this. I twist and wind through the streets, and I'm just about to-

"Oof!" I pitch forward as my feet fly out from under me. Instantly I feel someone pin me down and pull my arms behind my back.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an-ARGH!" I hear a sickening crack as Dots fist grinds into the cops nose.

"Yakko! Move!" Pleads Dot. I get up a little too late.

"Got you!" Scream the cop. She pins me down again, and I hear some swearing from Dot as she is pinned too. "You two are in a lot of trouble…" Growls the cop as she held us up to her eyes by the scruffs of our necks. I kick a bit, I hate being held like that. Dot goes into a coughing fit.

"Your choking me!" She gags. I can see where this is going…

"Nice try pipsqueak. Don't think I haven't seen this one before." Dot goes into another cursing fit.

"Come on you two…" Says the cop as she starts back to her car. I hang uselessly be her hand. Oh god, we're going to loose our jobs…our home…possibly our lives…damn I hate Mondays…

Without warning Dot twists around and kicks the cop. Hard. It probably wouldn't have done much, except that Dot kicked her right square in the breast.

"AEIIIII!!!!" Screams the cop. We hit the ground running.

BANG!

I nearly trip. She's shooting at us?!

BANG! Pock

Another bullet comes whizzing by and strikes the building just beside me.

"Dot! Split up!" I yell to her. She doesn't need to be told twice. I skid into an ally, but in my peripheral vision I see Dot stop in her tracks and pick something up from the floor of an ally opposite of me.

BANG! A bullet narrowly misses her head. I hear another bang. My heart stops. This time its followed by a scream and a thud. I look out at the scene.

Dot is standing, spattered with blood, holding a gun. The cop is laying face down at her feet. I swallow a few times. Dot doesn't move. I slowly walk over to her. Dot looks at the gun in her hand, then at the cop, and finally at me.

"This isn't good. Do you think maybe they would pin this on some sort of gang? Here, I'll put the gun back." She says. You would think she was talking about orange juice.

"D-D-Dot?!" I scream. She looks at me.

"Yeah?"

"…you just killed someone!!!"

"Yakko, she was trying to kill us!"

"You just killed someone!"

"Would you rather be the one to be dead?"

"You just killed someone! Dot, you not the least bit upset about this?!" I scream at the top of my lungs. This is insane! What the hell is wrong with her?! Good God I'm standing near a DEAD BODY!

"Yakko…its no big-"

"DOT! Don't even go there! This is a BIG DEAL! Huge deal! Dot…Dot you're a murderer." The gun hits me square in between the eyes. Hard. In a second Dot has tackled me to the ground and has be about the neck.

"Don't say that! Don't ever say that! I'm not a murderer, got it?! Norman is a murderer, ok? I'm not a murderer! I'm not a murderer, got it?!"

I nod. Dot gets off my chest and pulls me to my feet. I'm still reeling over this. We walk back to HQ in silence. Once there we give a full report. No one bats an eyelash over the cop. After that we strip off our black clothes and each go to our own rooms that had been provided for us. I lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling.

The bed and sheets are nice. Maybe this has something to do with the fact she got hung…I think to myself. Could it be that because she came so close to death it makes it not as big of deal? Maybe she's in some sort of shock. This has got to have something to do with the hanging I bet. Or maybe even Wakko going blind. Does she feel responsible? Oh god she killed someone…

I get up and pad across the hall to her room. The door opens without a sound and I tiptoe over to the bed. Pulling back the covers, I crawl in beside her. She squeaks in surprise.

"Its just me."

"God, Yakko, you scared me!"

"…don't you feel anything? Remorse? Guilt?"

"…"

"Dot, I remember when you were hung. I…I was a total wreck. I just don't see how you can watch someone die and be ok with it."

"…I do feel scared. And guilty."

"Don't worry Dot. I know that killing the cop was-"

"No. Yakko, you don't understand."

"…tell me?"

"You don't want to hear it."

"Yes I do." She rolls over to face me.

"I guess…I feel guilty because I don't feel guilty. At all. Not even a little bit. And I feel scared because…" She takes in a breath that rattles a bit. "If I don't feel guilty about killing someone, what does that make me?" I put my arm around her and try to comfort her, but something keeps circling around in my head. What does that make her?