Disclaimer: Don't own any of the IAHB peeps, only Kittie.
A/N: Please R&R. I really like what everyone has to say...even if it's (gulp) Negative.


Mind Games: Chapter Three
A Power Uncalled For

"Mr. Waite, you mean to tell me that you didn't see anything happen to Mr. Marshall?" The policeman said, asking the question for the third time only in different words.
"That's what I said, isn't it?" Jamie yelled, slamming his hands down onto the table.
Jamie couldn't believe they were blaming him for something he didn't even see happen. Supposedly, someone broke the man's neck and left him to die on the ground. Jamie had found him. In fact, even though a week had passed, Jamie remembered that night perfectly. It was the night of the Halloween party at the station. Someone stole equipment from the ambulance while he was on call. Jamie tried to stop them, but they didn't listen. Jamie gave up, throwing his hands into the air and the man screamed. Jamie didn't do a thing at all! He didn't even see anything happen to the man, he turned his back to him.
The police station was crowded. Many people filed through the cluttered room, with desks in any open area. Everyone stared at him as he was led through the main room into a small office. He didn't like it. Jamie desperately wanted to be back in school, where no one noticed him. Things would be different now. He was accused of murdering someone! Everyone would notice him now! And Kittie- Oh, Kittie was going to be afraid of him. Caitie would probably praise him. Who knows? Only time could tell...
"You were the only one there, son." The policeman stated. "No tracks were found from any other possible suspect. You were the only one." He was sure to emphasize the word only.
"I'm telling you...I don't know what happened to the guy! All I know is he stole equipment from the ambulance. I turned away and heard him scream." Jamie sat back in the cold, plastic chair, folding his arms against the chill. Just being there made him nervous, even though he had been here many times before. This was definitely different.
"Why'd you turn away?" The policeman was in his face now.
"It was worthless trying to chase the guy down..." Jamie wasn't lying. The guy was already halfway down the block when Jamie realized what happened.
"You had a job to do. You put a young woman's life in jeopardy while you yelled at a man for stealing from your vehicle."
"What? You're changing the charges against me now? I know I should've just paid attention to my job and I'll probably get kicked from the squad. But if I'm correct, we're here because I supposedly, as you say, killed a man!" Jamie said.
"Just listen. We're going to let you go. You'll be back though, so don't get comfortable-"
"Who said I ever was?"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing."
"Like I was saying, we can't be too sure you didn't do it. Go."
Jamie got up and walked out, without even the slightest act of respect. How could he respect someone who didn't respect him or listen to what he has to say? All police are the same. They think about what matters to them and disregard the truth.

"Jamie, where have you been?" Kittie asked when he walked into school the next day.
"Nowhere."
"You're angry..."
"You could tell?"
"It's rather obvious. You wear your emotions on your sleeve."
"What?"
"Nevermind." Kittie stopped in front of his locker, where he tried the combination again. No luck.
Jamie kicked the locker. "I can't believe this!"
Kittie waves her hand and the locker opens. Jamie sighs.
"Cut with me." Kittie offered. "You can tell me all about it."

Kittie and Jamie had been walking for almost an hour before they stopped in Kingsport Nature Park. They sat on a bench. After Jamie told his story, Kittie sighed.
"I believe you."
"You do? You're the first one." Jamie laughed.
"No, I believe that you didn't intentionally do it. But I think I know what happened, Jamie."