Chapter Ten
Soda Pop Interrogation
DivineAngel
"Alright so let me get this straight." The man's pudgy face grinned at him from above his crisp cop uniform. Balding brown hair lounging in its chair to the small table in the center of the mirrored interrogation room. Beady brown eyes smirking at the blonde hair in the other chair trying to understand the question. "First your upstairs and you go answer the door."
"No." The blue eyes snapped up at him annoyed, they had been running over this forever. "First I was upstairs then I talked to my partner then I answered the door." The beady eyes glanced over at its partner now. A tall thin gray haired man in a blue cop uniform.
"Oh that's right." The pudgy face smiled, watching the light face blink hard, they were confusing him. Mixing everything together, and adding, and deleting and changing his words. "Upstairs, partner, door." The blonde hair nodded unsteadily. Strong arms hugging the sixteen year old figure slightly rocking back and forth upset in the hard cold metal chair he had been in for the last six hours. "So once you answer the door, you see this man.and you still don't know his name?" The beady eyes chuckled lightly at him watching the blonde hair shake no. No he didn't know his name, he never knew his name. Or if he did he didn't know it now, forgot it or something.
*-*-*-* *-*-*-* His dark eyes frowned, glaring through the double sided mirror into the interrogation room. Squinting hard under his unruly red hair as he watched this along side the teal haired cop lounging in one of the three metal chairs placed in the small dark room where they were. "Soda Pop." He growled watching the teal hair look up at him. That's what they had called him, that's how Jim referred to him when he was younger. Soda pop, like the bottle, a soda bottle, because that's what the guy liked to play with.
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"So you don't know his name and you don't know where he lives." The cop droned out his sentence with a -how pathetic and exhausting is this- tone. "But you answered the door and there he is with a knife?"
"A gun!" The blue eyes snapped at him hard. "Don't change my story! You know I said, I said gun! Gun!" The blonde hair screamed at his beady eyes, watching them just calmly nod.
"So there he is with his gun and he takes you outside to his van. A small van? What was inside this again Hawking?" The beady eyes dropped down to the manila file in front of him listening to the blonde hair choke a small sound.
"It was blue and empty ok. There was NOTHING! IN THE GOD DAMN VAN!" The beady eyes glanced up, watching the blue eyes flood with tears as they screamed at him. This must have been the ninth time they went over the beginning, the fourth time he told the entire story.
"That's right, I remember you saying that now." The pudgy face nodded, teasing the blonde hair and light face swallowing hard to get rid of the tears. "An empty blue van and he puts you inside and for some reason you do what he says." The beady eyes trailed for a moment before flicking up at him "Alight now Hawking I am sitting here. I am looking at you. You look like a healthy enough, strong enough boy who could have *done* something." The cop shot him a dirty baffled look. "You mean to tell me you don't got enough brains in that head of yours to know to fight back?"
"He HAD A GUN!" He screamed, screamed his hate at them, his confusion at them. This was true there was a gun, but he had stayed still for Danniella. But that story was never coming out, not to these bastards anyway.
"That's right, you just mentioned that." The cop nodded suddenly. "Well did you think he would shoot you?"
"Aha" The light face choked a small sound disappearing under the blonde hair. Of course he would have shot him.
"Why didn't you run?" The beady eyes cocked an eyebrow at the top of the silent blonde hair. "I mean, huh, hell I would have run." The pudgy face laughed suddenly, beady eyes glancing back to his grinning partner. "Hey Jerry you tell me." the pudgy face grinned. "Would you have run? Or would you have got in the van like this kid here." He chuckled suddenly listening to the -gee that' s an awful hard question Tom, I think I...no...no I definitely would have gotten in the van like a pussy how about you?- "Oh you know me Jerry." the pudgy face smiled "I always listen to strangers with guns. It never *occurs* to *me* they might be, oh, say, *breaking the laaaaw* or I don't know, *trying to hurt meee* hahah." The beady eyes laughed hard, slapping its pudgy knee as it grinned at the top of the blonde hair. "Say boy." the pudgy uniform leaned into the table suddenly. "Boy?" He grinned watching the blue eyes slowly look up, light hands wiping the tears off its face. "Your telling me you just got in this van?" The face grinned. "You even got a dick on you?" The heavy voice laughed slightly as the blonde hair made a small broken movement. "I mean what the hell is the matter with you!? You get in this van, because he has a gun and look at you now." The pudgy face made a sharp gesture at him. Watching the blue eyes swallow hard from where they were constantly streaming with tears under the stress and insults. "You know what I think don't you." The pudgy face frowned suddenly, glaring hard at the blonde hair. "I think you wanted to have a little fun. You got with this guy, he had a van, you got in, you guys started playing around, he got rough, or you got scared and now you want to say it's something else." He beady eyes frowned disgusted, spitting his words out slow and hard. Glaring at the light face and blonde hair that shook no as it listened to him.
"No that's, no that's not what I. I didn't do that!" The blonde hair shook no fast, light hands pressing palms down on the table top to focus as it started shaking. "I...I got in the...the vaaaan." The blue eyes blinked hard, starting to sob as it explained. "And he chained my arms and, I couldn't, and my legs and I couuuld't mooove and I neeever wanted, I neeever said thaaat he coould." the blonde hair shook no hard, feeling worse as it couldn't hold in the tears. Strong hands running under the blonde hair to hide the blue eyes. "I tried to geeet away, WHY WOULD I HAVE STAYED!" the strong light fist slammed onto the table suddenly. Watching the beady eyes just cock at him lazily, watching him un- entertained.
"I don't know" the cop shrugged lazily. "You tell me.why did you stay?" The balding brown hair snickered at him as it lazily slouched into the chair crossing its fat arms over the fat chest. Listening to the blonde hair growl upset at his question, rocking hard back and forth to this.
"Aha I JUST TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU A MILLLLIOOON TIIIMESAHHA!" the blue eyes choked standing up. Watching the beady eyes scowl at him as his motion sent the chair over. "Haven't you been FUCKING listening to, to, to ONE DAMN thing I HAVE SAID!"
".......Sit. Your. Ass. Down." The beady eyes growled at him. Watching the blue eyes just heave upset at them. They were twisting his words, making things what they weren't. "You will sit down now and *show* *respect*to the police officers *in** this* room." The balding hair growled at him, watching the blonde hair slam the chair upward as it glared at him before slowly sitting down. Leaning into the table slightly and glaring. "Now. Do you have any friends who are gay Hawking?"
"Ahhblaaast you." The blue eyes growled their groan at them, leaning forehead down onto the table slowly.
"Maybe if we sent you to a more, male friendly." The cop smiled hard watching the blonde hair remain forehead down on the table. "You'd be more willing to share information."
"AHHWHAT INFORMATION!" the sobbing blue eyes snapped up fast. "I ANSWERED everything YOU asked me! WHAT MORE!?" The beady eyes squinted hard as the blonde hair slammed the table annoyed before kicking it good, growling fiercely at them.
"There is no reason to get upset Hawking." the beady eyes shrugged looking back down at the file. "Do you have a girlfriend?" The beady eyes sighed, glaring at the blonde hair that didn't answer. "Hawking?" The blonde hair nodded unsteadily. "You see? Do you enjoy her?" The blonde hair didn't answer. "Excuse me!" The blue eyes snapped up panicked as the large pudgy fist slammed onto the table, beady eyes glaring at him.
"Ahh what? What did.." the light face trailed absently sniffling hard as the strong light hand wiped his mouth.
"Do you do your girlfriend Hawking? Come on now you're a smart boy, talk for Christ sake." The beady eyes scowled irritated, watching the blue eyes flick up at him. Silently glaring hard and mad, he wasn't answering that. "You plug a girl before Hawking?" The beady eyes leaned onto the table slowly, bored and tired. "You understand what I am saying don't you? You live in the gutter I would expect you've probably done a thousand whores by now." The pudgy face grinned lop sided as it leaned into it's hand watching the blonde hair heave slowly as it glared.
"I understand." He sneered a furious growl..
"So? What's your answer? If you understand you can easily answer. Right Jerry?" The beady eyes glanced back at the gray haired cop still leaning against the wall. "If he understands that means he should answer, right?" The gray hair nodded slowly, letting out a soft chuckle as the beady eyes turned back to him. "You don't mean to tell me that by not answering your, you never plugged no hot babe?" The beady eyes cocked skeptically. "No Sally at a movie or Betty in the back seat of your car? This file says you have a car that's right isn't it?"
"Yes." He growled, feeling his cheeks warm up as he started blushing. "I have a car, and a girlfriend and I enjoy hER FINE THE WAY SHE IS!" The light teeth grit hard suddenly, glaring at the lazily beady eyed cop that just looked back dully.
"Does that mean your sexually active Hawking? Have you ever been with a man Hawking?" The beady eyes cocked at him. "Who's this guy you live with. You ever done anything with him? Come on Hawking your a pretty boy." The cop sighed heavily gesturing towards his blonde hair and light skin, watching the light face only tense up sickened and upset. Slowly starting to rock again to the questions.
"No.no." He mumbled shakily, blue eyes glaring down hard at the floor, trying to calm his stomach.
"Because your telling me you didn't want any of this is that right Hawking?" The blonde hair slowly nodded unsteadily. "Yet you didn't run! You didn't fight! And you WILLINGLY got in the VAN!" The beady eyes growled standing up. "So how am I supposed to know that you didn't just willfully go along with this?" The blue eyes looked up slowly leaning onto the table sickened. "You know what your file says right there boy." The pudgy finger pointed towards the manila file. "Says I am supposed to talk real nice to you." The beady eyes nodded slowly. "Yup that's what it says. Says I am not supposed to raise my voice to high, or slam anything around, because some body done and fucked you up when you were younger." The blue eyes disappeared underneath the blonde hair rocking quietly. "Well you know what I think of that?" The beady eyes raised their eyebrows slowly, mocking the crying blonde hair with its supercilious tone. "I think that's a load of shit and I am not going to treat you like some blasted handicap." The blonde hair jumped slightly as the table was shoved forward, forcing the blue eyes to sit up straight as the cold hard top pressed its chest against the back of the chair. "Now cut this out, stop acting like a god damn pussy and answer the blasted questions." The beady eyes growled at him, watching the blonde hair move, trying to get up as the heavy cop uniform walked around to behind him. Blue eyes jumping unsteadily as the pudgy face leaned over his shoulder whispering. "That file over there." The pudgy finger pointed again whispering to the blonde hair, feeling the panicked air run off the wide wet blue eyes at how close he was. "That's the file that analyzed your clothes and you know what that says?.Boy?" The beady eyes grinned sardonically at the shaking loose red shirt and blue jeans bleeding tears. "It says that isn't all his whipped cream, that says that some of that was yours. That you released."
"SHUT UP! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! BLAST YOU!" The blonde hair shot up fast, light fist swinging for the pudgy face that backed up quickly glaring at the blue eyes that didn't advance to carry out his threats. "Yooou don't know anything! You think you do! Think you do! Sons a BITCHES LET ME GOOOO!" The blue eyes growled suddenly, sinking back into the small chair holding its head. "Ahha!" The blonde hair let out a strong growl as the strong pudgy hand suddenly snapped at the back of his head. Slamming his forehead into the papers and files he drug over fast.
"LOOK THERE!" The beady eyes screamed at him, listening to the fast hard growls the blonde hair made as he shoved the yellow strains into the table. "That says you must have been enjoying yourself." He shoved hard before letting the blonde hair go. Watching the blue eyes snap up fast upset. No one had told him that he had released voluntarily, it didn't feel like he did, but then again. Maybe he just didn't notice because of what else was happening at the time, or maybe he forgot.
"AHhhaa no no." The beady eyes looked over disgusted watching the blonde hair shake no hard from where it stood. "I didn't dooo that by myself, he made me wack him oooooff and me tooo cause he had A GUN! A FUCKEN GUN OOKAAAY!" The blue eyes growled hard, backing up a small step as the beady eyes only cocked at him.
"Well." The pudgy cop face sighed heavily. "Now we're getting somewhere. You didn't tell us he made you do that Hawking." the beady eyes sighed lightly, pointing at the blonde hair with the back of its pencil as it thought lazily. "Now, how'd you forget that?" The beady eyes cocked at him lazily, watching him stare back absently. Shaking no slighlty, absent and lost, totally drained with all of this.
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The teal hair looked up at the first words the reckless outlaw with the long police record that suddenly spoke. His face frowning lightly as the dark eyes snapped down at him after waiting three seconds for movement. "You call this an interrogation!?" The scarred face growled at him, watching the teal color stand up.
"He has to answer our questions." The black eyes frowned slightly, standing hard to the taller, stronger outlaw that just cocked an eyebrow lazily.
"Is that right." The scarred face growled at him, blue gloved hand quickly snapping at it's side yanking out the strong brown castor. "How important are all those questions now?" The dark eyes growled, glaring hard at the teal color from behind the small black line aiming right at the black eyes. "You see any real important questions down that black hole officer?" The scarred face shot a sly chuckle. "I knew we'd be treated unfairly by you federal officials but I never thought you'd feed him crow. Now I am walking out of here, and everyone in my crew is coming with me." The black eyes frowned hard, this stupid outlaw was busting so many regulations. For one he shouldn't have even been allowed in this room, second he was carrying around that weird gun during an emotional stress and third..Danny would be pissed as hell with him if he didn't comply. "That means Hawking is walking on out of here too." The dark eyes grinned slyly at him, watching his dull irritated black eyes slowly raise the intercom. -Tom this is Cameron come back- The dark eyes grinned widely at him, as the commotion from the interrogation room calmed. The blonde hair suddenly being released from where testing results were being jammed into his face as it was held into the table. -Go ahead Cameron- The voice growled back at him for interrupting their aggression and making things less forceful. -We're pulling out, Hawking's telling the truth.- The dark eyes squinted hard at him, blue gloved hand tightening slightly. -Release him- The dark eyes grinned at the insane swearing audible through the glass as the file was thrown at the unsteady blue eyes trying to understand if they were swearing at him or just in general. Strong dark barrel of the castor backing up slightly with the unruly color of the sly eyes grinning at him as they opened the door. His black eyes frowning annoyed as the unruly color stepped out before the small click locked him in. *-*-*-* *-*-*-*
"Get the hell out of my sight kid." The pudgy face shoved him hard, watching the light chest falter from where it was slowly getting up from the table it had been slammed onto it. "And don't puke on our floor fagot."
His dark eyes cocked an eyebrow as he swung in the interrogation room just in time to watch the blonde hair flip over the small table with a fast furious movement. Both the thin gray hair and beady eyed cop frowning annoyed at the blue eyes that looked ready to carry out it's threats stepped forward. "Jim." The loose red shirt stopped dead, draining of all hate as it turned around confused before spotting the unruly red hair it could have sworn it heard. "Party's over. Lets go." He grinned slyly, watching the reddened overloaded light face just slowly drop it's fists as it glanced back at the two cops before walking over to the overturned table towards the outlaw in the doorway. Fierce swearing behind him calling him lies as the scarred hand gripped the door knob, impatiently waiting for his slow walk to continue passing by before slamming it hard.
His scarred face grinned, glancing back to the interrogation room. "I locked what's his face in the interrogation room." He chuckled as he glanced at the blonde hair walking in front of him. Quickly grabbing the smaller arm and pressing the shoulder blades forward. Forcing the blonde hair to straighten up from where it was slouching over as it walked. "Straighten up." He frowned hard letting go at the strong hand shoving him off.
"Don't touch me." The blonde hair growled at him quickly heading toward the elevator and slamming the small button before moving back as it was. Blonde hair slouching over as it looked down, feeling the dark eyes continue to stare at him. "Where were you?" The blue eyes snapped up at him with hate."Were you listening to me!?"
His dark eyes frowned at the loud yell, ignoring the stupid accusations as he got into the elevator. "And if I was. You got a problem with that?" He frowned slyly at the blonde hair.
"I got a big problem with that." The blue eyes glared at him, watching him shift his weight to look at back easier. Glaring at Jim annoyed. "How long where you listening to me?" The blonde hair looked back down, leaning into the back wall slightly as they moved down.
"An hour." His blue eyes closed with the answer, thank god. He didn't want Gene to have heard him describe how he was restrained and what event came first. For the last four hours it had merely been reversing simple shit. Colors, orders, times, days, feelings.crap. "How long we're you in there for?" He frowned concerned now but the closed blue eyes stood oblivious and silent.
He frowned hard at the blonde hair that hadn't answered him. Strong arms crossed over the strong light chest as it leaned into the wall, head tilt down.
"You gonna answer my question?" He cocked an eyebrow at the blonde hair that still didn't respond. "Jim?" He frowned slightly now, shifting his weight to look at the blonde hair, slowly reaching for the familiar shoulder.
"AH!" The blue eyes snapped at him fast, stumbling back into the small corner with his touch. Watching the dark eyes blinked concerned and confused at his reaction before lightening. Watching the unsteady blue color just glare at him.
"Yeah right." He flashed the blonde hair a grin, watching it relax slightly. Slowly moving out of the corner as it looked away disgusted at itself and the reaction. "You want to go straight home?" He flashed a lop sided grin at the blue eyes just looking at him upset through the short pause of silence that was left for Jim to answer. "Alright." He shrugged "Danny's asleep, Mel gave her some kinda drug that was supposed to help her *fall* asleepT scarred face grinned. "It's like snow white over there, she's out cold." He glanced at the blonde hair slightly, watching it slowly smile at him. "Anyway, Aisha's gone back to the empire, said your moose is in the kitchen." He frowned suddenly, Gilliam had said that was an animal that used to live on Earth. "So help me if there is an animal in that kitchen." He growled suddenly, it would be just like stupid Aisha and her stupid kid to bring them some beast thing they didn't need.
"Gene" the dark eyes glanced at him. "What about Suzuka? Have you.heard anything from her? Yet?" The dark eyes frowned slightly.
"Yeah we found her alright." He growled slightly walking through the doors as they opened. "Cost a pretty penny. She was over on Symka 8." He grinned hard watching the blonde hair shake it's head lightly. "That's Suzuka's a dedicated babe and a good fighter too. She's probably knocking them dead over there."
"Ha" He grunted a small laugh at the sarcastic joke on Suzu's assassaning job. Dark eyes glancing at him immediately.
"Yeah that's a good sigh now isn't it?" The reckless face grinned at him, scarred arm slinging around his neck lightly as the free blue gloved hand shoved the door to the parking lot out. Sweet sunlight running over both of them. "Jim." He watched the blue eyes look at him from where they had been running over the outdoors. A strong ease running over the light features as they looked around, happy to be outside where it was so beautiful. "Judith." He trailed lightly watching the blue eyes frown slightly. "Well you got any problems I don't want to be waiting around to find out." The sly eyes grinned pulling their arm back as the light face just listened to him. "She." The scarred shoulders shrugged lightly as they walked around side of the car, watching the blonde hair slowly head towards the passenger side. Keeping eye contact and listening to him as he walked. "She wants you to go to this thing this Friday. Some group." He frowned slightly as the loose red shirt and jeans slowly got into the car before slamming the door hard and glaring straight ahead. Not saying anything. "Your choice buddy." He chuckled at the hateful no all the slamming was telling him. His strong chuckling sliding the key into the ignition.
"Do we have any work?" He cocked an eyebrow at the blonde hair sitting some half a foot a way slouched into the door. "How bad are we? What did this just cost us? How bad are we in the red Gene?" The blue eyes sat up suddenly, glaring hard at him for answers that were important.
"Relax" He grinned strong. "We're not in the red." He chuckled watching the light face fall to a stunned -how can that be?- expression. "Mel's working, Aisha finally paid back on the six hundred Wong she owed, and Mike and Iris lent us some." His scarred shoulders shrugged. "Actually Iris gave it." He flashed a sly grin at the blonde hair still staring at him through a frowning -this can't be right- expression. His dark eyes grinning harder, Mike had given it too but he knew that never would have blown over. "Hey come on now. Don't look so shocked." He grinned. "Good things come to those who wait." He shrugged before letting out a small chuckle as he glanced back at the blonde hair. Watching it slowly lean back into the car door. Blonde strains running into the light face as the wind hit it, blowing the yellow color around. "And don't you listen to one word those cops shot." The dark eyes frowned suddenly, focusing on the road before snapping a small sneak peak at the blonde hair looking down slightly. "What?" He growled watching the blonde hair look up at him, frowning concerned.
"Gene did you hear that." The blue eyes trailed lightly. He had a girlfriend damnt. He didn't like, he liked girls there was no way it could be the other way around. That guy was just a freak to begin with it wasn't him, his mind frowned. It's not me! IT'S NOT ME!!
"It's instinct." The dark eyes growled letting his irritation run onto the gas petal slowly. "That's it...what you did in that van doesn't mean anything. Anyone in your position would have done the same thing. It's instinctive understand?" The unruly red hair shook no for a moment watching the blue eyes just listen to him before cringing lightly as Gene looked over. But the light skin looked slightly relieved to him, at least Gene didn't think he was a freak for releasing when that guy was on him. "You like Danny?" He grinned, cocking an eyebrow at the blonde hair watching it nod immediately. "Yeah well maybe if you plug her you'll feel better."
"Gene! Cut it out!" The scarred face laughed at his fast snap. "I am not going to have her hear you say anything like that ever." He frowned at the unruly color chuckling as it drove, dark eyes glancing at him.
"HahahaahaSee?" He grinned hard, letting gout another rough laugh as he slowed for the upcoming right turn. "Maybe Mel and I will go out tonight and come back real late." His wide grin glanced at the blonde hair, watching it just look at him upset.
"Well why tonight?" The blonde hair frowned slightly watching the scarred shoulders shrug. Hiding its secret motive of tying to get his partner to lay someone. "Well then why don't you just wait till tomorrow?" The blue eyes frowned at him watching him glance back as they slowed for the damn stop light they could have made it if wasn't for the blasted green car upfront that was slow as hell.
"You know what they say Jim." He sighed lightly, grinning. "There's no time like the present." He chuckled at the blue eyes, watching them only look away at his comment. Blonde hair looking out the window to the dull scenery as they waited for the green light. "Yeah fine. We'll go tomorrow." He growled, rolling his eyes annoyed as he stepped back onto the gas. "You happy now?" He growled annoyed, dark eyes snapping a look at the blonde hair before choking a small laugh at the grin looking back at him. Happy Gene was going to be there tonight. Instead of just him, even if Danny could stay it wasn't the same. Having Gene there was better, and tomorrow. Well tomorrow would bring a new plan, even if Gene tried to schedule one now.
Soda Pop Interrogation
DivineAngel
"Alright so let me get this straight." The man's pudgy face grinned at him from above his crisp cop uniform. Balding brown hair lounging in its chair to the small table in the center of the mirrored interrogation room. Beady brown eyes smirking at the blonde hair in the other chair trying to understand the question. "First your upstairs and you go answer the door."
"No." The blue eyes snapped up at him annoyed, they had been running over this forever. "First I was upstairs then I talked to my partner then I answered the door." The beady eyes glanced over at its partner now. A tall thin gray haired man in a blue cop uniform.
"Oh that's right." The pudgy face smiled, watching the light face blink hard, they were confusing him. Mixing everything together, and adding, and deleting and changing his words. "Upstairs, partner, door." The blonde hair nodded unsteadily. Strong arms hugging the sixteen year old figure slightly rocking back and forth upset in the hard cold metal chair he had been in for the last six hours. "So once you answer the door, you see this man.and you still don't know his name?" The beady eyes chuckled lightly at him watching the blonde hair shake no. No he didn't know his name, he never knew his name. Or if he did he didn't know it now, forgot it or something.
*-*-*-* *-*-*-* His dark eyes frowned, glaring through the double sided mirror into the interrogation room. Squinting hard under his unruly red hair as he watched this along side the teal haired cop lounging in one of the three metal chairs placed in the small dark room where they were. "Soda Pop." He growled watching the teal hair look up at him. That's what they had called him, that's how Jim referred to him when he was younger. Soda pop, like the bottle, a soda bottle, because that's what the guy liked to play with.
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"So you don't know his name and you don't know where he lives." The cop droned out his sentence with a -how pathetic and exhausting is this- tone. "But you answered the door and there he is with a knife?"
"A gun!" The blue eyes snapped at him hard. "Don't change my story! You know I said, I said gun! Gun!" The blonde hair screamed at his beady eyes, watching them just calmly nod.
"So there he is with his gun and he takes you outside to his van. A small van? What was inside this again Hawking?" The beady eyes dropped down to the manila file in front of him listening to the blonde hair choke a small sound.
"It was blue and empty ok. There was NOTHING! IN THE GOD DAMN VAN!" The beady eyes glanced up, watching the blue eyes flood with tears as they screamed at him. This must have been the ninth time they went over the beginning, the fourth time he told the entire story.
"That's right, I remember you saying that now." The pudgy face nodded, teasing the blonde hair and light face swallowing hard to get rid of the tears. "An empty blue van and he puts you inside and for some reason you do what he says." The beady eyes trailed for a moment before flicking up at him "Alight now Hawking I am sitting here. I am looking at you. You look like a healthy enough, strong enough boy who could have *done* something." The cop shot him a dirty baffled look. "You mean to tell me you don't got enough brains in that head of yours to know to fight back?"
"He HAD A GUN!" He screamed, screamed his hate at them, his confusion at them. This was true there was a gun, but he had stayed still for Danniella. But that story was never coming out, not to these bastards anyway.
"That's right, you just mentioned that." The cop nodded suddenly. "Well did you think he would shoot you?"
"Aha" The light face choked a small sound disappearing under the blonde hair. Of course he would have shot him.
"Why didn't you run?" The beady eyes cocked an eyebrow at the top of the silent blonde hair. "I mean, huh, hell I would have run." The pudgy face laughed suddenly, beady eyes glancing back to his grinning partner. "Hey Jerry you tell me." the pudgy face grinned. "Would you have run? Or would you have got in the van like this kid here." He chuckled suddenly listening to the -gee that' s an awful hard question Tom, I think I...no...no I definitely would have gotten in the van like a pussy how about you?- "Oh you know me Jerry." the pudgy face smiled "I always listen to strangers with guns. It never *occurs* to *me* they might be, oh, say, *breaking the laaaaw* or I don't know, *trying to hurt meee* hahah." The beady eyes laughed hard, slapping its pudgy knee as it grinned at the top of the blonde hair. "Say boy." the pudgy uniform leaned into the table suddenly. "Boy?" He grinned watching the blue eyes slowly look up, light hands wiping the tears off its face. "Your telling me you just got in this van?" The face grinned. "You even got a dick on you?" The heavy voice laughed slightly as the blonde hair made a small broken movement. "I mean what the hell is the matter with you!? You get in this van, because he has a gun and look at you now." The pudgy face made a sharp gesture at him. Watching the blue eyes swallow hard from where they were constantly streaming with tears under the stress and insults. "You know what I think don't you." The pudgy face frowned suddenly, glaring hard at the blonde hair. "I think you wanted to have a little fun. You got with this guy, he had a van, you got in, you guys started playing around, he got rough, or you got scared and now you want to say it's something else." He beady eyes frowned disgusted, spitting his words out slow and hard. Glaring at the light face and blonde hair that shook no as it listened to him.
"No that's, no that's not what I. I didn't do that!" The blonde hair shook no fast, light hands pressing palms down on the table top to focus as it started shaking. "I...I got in the...the vaaaan." The blue eyes blinked hard, starting to sob as it explained. "And he chained my arms and, I couldn't, and my legs and I couuuld't mooove and I neeever wanted, I neeever said thaaat he coould." the blonde hair shook no hard, feeling worse as it couldn't hold in the tears. Strong hands running under the blonde hair to hide the blue eyes. "I tried to geeet away, WHY WOULD I HAVE STAYED!" the strong light fist slammed onto the table suddenly. Watching the beady eyes just cock at him lazily, watching him un- entertained.
"I don't know" the cop shrugged lazily. "You tell me.why did you stay?" The balding brown hair snickered at him as it lazily slouched into the chair crossing its fat arms over the fat chest. Listening to the blonde hair growl upset at his question, rocking hard back and forth to this.
"Aha I JUST TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU A MILLLLIOOON TIIIMESAHHA!" the blue eyes choked standing up. Watching the beady eyes scowl at him as his motion sent the chair over. "Haven't you been FUCKING listening to, to, to ONE DAMN thing I HAVE SAID!"
".......Sit. Your. Ass. Down." The beady eyes growled at him. Watching the blue eyes just heave upset at them. They were twisting his words, making things what they weren't. "You will sit down now and *show* *respect*to the police officers *in** this* room." The balding hair growled at him, watching the blonde hair slam the chair upward as it glared at him before slowly sitting down. Leaning into the table slightly and glaring. "Now. Do you have any friends who are gay Hawking?"
"Ahhblaaast you." The blue eyes growled their groan at them, leaning forehead down onto the table slowly.
"Maybe if we sent you to a more, male friendly." The cop smiled hard watching the blonde hair remain forehead down on the table. "You'd be more willing to share information."
"AHHWHAT INFORMATION!" the sobbing blue eyes snapped up fast. "I ANSWERED everything YOU asked me! WHAT MORE!?" The beady eyes squinted hard as the blonde hair slammed the table annoyed before kicking it good, growling fiercely at them.
"There is no reason to get upset Hawking." the beady eyes shrugged looking back down at the file. "Do you have a girlfriend?" The beady eyes sighed, glaring at the blonde hair that didn't answer. "Hawking?" The blonde hair nodded unsteadily. "You see? Do you enjoy her?" The blonde hair didn't answer. "Excuse me!" The blue eyes snapped up panicked as the large pudgy fist slammed onto the table, beady eyes glaring at him.
"Ahh what? What did.." the light face trailed absently sniffling hard as the strong light hand wiped his mouth.
"Do you do your girlfriend Hawking? Come on now you're a smart boy, talk for Christ sake." The beady eyes scowled irritated, watching the blue eyes flick up at him. Silently glaring hard and mad, he wasn't answering that. "You plug a girl before Hawking?" The beady eyes leaned onto the table slowly, bored and tired. "You understand what I am saying don't you? You live in the gutter I would expect you've probably done a thousand whores by now." The pudgy face grinned lop sided as it leaned into it's hand watching the blonde hair heave slowly as it glared.
"I understand." He sneered a furious growl..
"So? What's your answer? If you understand you can easily answer. Right Jerry?" The beady eyes glanced back at the gray haired cop still leaning against the wall. "If he understands that means he should answer, right?" The gray hair nodded slowly, letting out a soft chuckle as the beady eyes turned back to him. "You don't mean to tell me that by not answering your, you never plugged no hot babe?" The beady eyes cocked skeptically. "No Sally at a movie or Betty in the back seat of your car? This file says you have a car that's right isn't it?"
"Yes." He growled, feeling his cheeks warm up as he started blushing. "I have a car, and a girlfriend and I enjoy hER FINE THE WAY SHE IS!" The light teeth grit hard suddenly, glaring at the lazily beady eyed cop that just looked back dully.
"Does that mean your sexually active Hawking? Have you ever been with a man Hawking?" The beady eyes cocked at him. "Who's this guy you live with. You ever done anything with him? Come on Hawking your a pretty boy." The cop sighed heavily gesturing towards his blonde hair and light skin, watching the light face only tense up sickened and upset. Slowly starting to rock again to the questions.
"No.no." He mumbled shakily, blue eyes glaring down hard at the floor, trying to calm his stomach.
"Because your telling me you didn't want any of this is that right Hawking?" The blonde hair slowly nodded unsteadily. "Yet you didn't run! You didn't fight! And you WILLINGLY got in the VAN!" The beady eyes growled standing up. "So how am I supposed to know that you didn't just willfully go along with this?" The blue eyes looked up slowly leaning onto the table sickened. "You know what your file says right there boy." The pudgy finger pointed towards the manila file. "Says I am supposed to talk real nice to you." The beady eyes nodded slowly. "Yup that's what it says. Says I am not supposed to raise my voice to high, or slam anything around, because some body done and fucked you up when you were younger." The blue eyes disappeared underneath the blonde hair rocking quietly. "Well you know what I think of that?" The beady eyes raised their eyebrows slowly, mocking the crying blonde hair with its supercilious tone. "I think that's a load of shit and I am not going to treat you like some blasted handicap." The blonde hair jumped slightly as the table was shoved forward, forcing the blue eyes to sit up straight as the cold hard top pressed its chest against the back of the chair. "Now cut this out, stop acting like a god damn pussy and answer the blasted questions." The beady eyes growled at him, watching the blonde hair move, trying to get up as the heavy cop uniform walked around to behind him. Blue eyes jumping unsteadily as the pudgy face leaned over his shoulder whispering. "That file over there." The pudgy finger pointed again whispering to the blonde hair, feeling the panicked air run off the wide wet blue eyes at how close he was. "That's the file that analyzed your clothes and you know what that says?.Boy?" The beady eyes grinned sardonically at the shaking loose red shirt and blue jeans bleeding tears. "It says that isn't all his whipped cream, that says that some of that was yours. That you released."
"SHUT UP! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! BLAST YOU!" The blonde hair shot up fast, light fist swinging for the pudgy face that backed up quickly glaring at the blue eyes that didn't advance to carry out his threats. "Yooou don't know anything! You think you do! Think you do! Sons a BITCHES LET ME GOOOO!" The blue eyes growled suddenly, sinking back into the small chair holding its head. "Ahha!" The blonde hair let out a strong growl as the strong pudgy hand suddenly snapped at the back of his head. Slamming his forehead into the papers and files he drug over fast.
"LOOK THERE!" The beady eyes screamed at him, listening to the fast hard growls the blonde hair made as he shoved the yellow strains into the table. "That says you must have been enjoying yourself." He shoved hard before letting the blonde hair go. Watching the blue eyes snap up fast upset. No one had told him that he had released voluntarily, it didn't feel like he did, but then again. Maybe he just didn't notice because of what else was happening at the time, or maybe he forgot.
"AHhhaa no no." The beady eyes looked over disgusted watching the blonde hair shake no hard from where it stood. "I didn't dooo that by myself, he made me wack him oooooff and me tooo cause he had A GUN! A FUCKEN GUN OOKAAAY!" The blue eyes growled hard, backing up a small step as the beady eyes only cocked at him.
"Well." The pudgy cop face sighed heavily. "Now we're getting somewhere. You didn't tell us he made you do that Hawking." the beady eyes sighed lightly, pointing at the blonde hair with the back of its pencil as it thought lazily. "Now, how'd you forget that?" The beady eyes cocked at him lazily, watching him stare back absently. Shaking no slighlty, absent and lost, totally drained with all of this.
*-*-*-* *-*-*-* His dark eyes glared hard, listening to this. "Get him out of there now."
The teal hair looked up at the first words the reckless outlaw with the long police record that suddenly spoke. His face frowning lightly as the dark eyes snapped down at him after waiting three seconds for movement. "You call this an interrogation!?" The scarred face growled at him, watching the teal color stand up.
"He has to answer our questions." The black eyes frowned slightly, standing hard to the taller, stronger outlaw that just cocked an eyebrow lazily.
"Is that right." The scarred face growled at him, blue gloved hand quickly snapping at it's side yanking out the strong brown castor. "How important are all those questions now?" The dark eyes growled, glaring hard at the teal color from behind the small black line aiming right at the black eyes. "You see any real important questions down that black hole officer?" The scarred face shot a sly chuckle. "I knew we'd be treated unfairly by you federal officials but I never thought you'd feed him crow. Now I am walking out of here, and everyone in my crew is coming with me." The black eyes frowned hard, this stupid outlaw was busting so many regulations. For one he shouldn't have even been allowed in this room, second he was carrying around that weird gun during an emotional stress and third..Danny would be pissed as hell with him if he didn't comply. "That means Hawking is walking on out of here too." The dark eyes grinned slyly at him, watching his dull irritated black eyes slowly raise the intercom. -Tom this is Cameron come back- The dark eyes grinned widely at him, as the commotion from the interrogation room calmed. The blonde hair suddenly being released from where testing results were being jammed into his face as it was held into the table. -Go ahead Cameron- The voice growled back at him for interrupting their aggression and making things less forceful. -We're pulling out, Hawking's telling the truth.- The dark eyes squinted hard at him, blue gloved hand tightening slightly. -Release him- The dark eyes grinned at the insane swearing audible through the glass as the file was thrown at the unsteady blue eyes trying to understand if they were swearing at him or just in general. Strong dark barrel of the castor backing up slightly with the unruly color of the sly eyes grinning at him as they opened the door. His black eyes frowning annoyed as the unruly color stepped out before the small click locked him in. *-*-*-* *-*-*-*
"Get the hell out of my sight kid." The pudgy face shoved him hard, watching the light chest falter from where it was slowly getting up from the table it had been slammed onto it. "And don't puke on our floor fagot."
His dark eyes cocked an eyebrow as he swung in the interrogation room just in time to watch the blonde hair flip over the small table with a fast furious movement. Both the thin gray hair and beady eyed cop frowning annoyed at the blue eyes that looked ready to carry out it's threats stepped forward. "Jim." The loose red shirt stopped dead, draining of all hate as it turned around confused before spotting the unruly red hair it could have sworn it heard. "Party's over. Lets go." He grinned slyly, watching the reddened overloaded light face just slowly drop it's fists as it glanced back at the two cops before walking over to the overturned table towards the outlaw in the doorway. Fierce swearing behind him calling him lies as the scarred hand gripped the door knob, impatiently waiting for his slow walk to continue passing by before slamming it hard.
His scarred face grinned, glancing back to the interrogation room. "I locked what's his face in the interrogation room." He chuckled as he glanced at the blonde hair walking in front of him. Quickly grabbing the smaller arm and pressing the shoulder blades forward. Forcing the blonde hair to straighten up from where it was slouching over as it walked. "Straighten up." He frowned hard letting go at the strong hand shoving him off.
"Don't touch me." The blonde hair growled at him quickly heading toward the elevator and slamming the small button before moving back as it was. Blonde hair slouching over as it looked down, feeling the dark eyes continue to stare at him. "Where were you?" The blue eyes snapped up at him with hate."Were you listening to me!?"
His dark eyes frowned at the loud yell, ignoring the stupid accusations as he got into the elevator. "And if I was. You got a problem with that?" He frowned slyly at the blonde hair.
"I got a big problem with that." The blue eyes glared at him, watching him shift his weight to look at back easier. Glaring at Jim annoyed. "How long where you listening to me?" The blonde hair looked back down, leaning into the back wall slightly as they moved down.
"An hour." His blue eyes closed with the answer, thank god. He didn't want Gene to have heard him describe how he was restrained and what event came first. For the last four hours it had merely been reversing simple shit. Colors, orders, times, days, feelings.crap. "How long we're you in there for?" He frowned concerned now but the closed blue eyes stood oblivious and silent.
He frowned hard at the blonde hair that hadn't answered him. Strong arms crossed over the strong light chest as it leaned into the wall, head tilt down.
"You gonna answer my question?" He cocked an eyebrow at the blonde hair that still didn't respond. "Jim?" He frowned slightly now, shifting his weight to look at the blonde hair, slowly reaching for the familiar shoulder.
"AH!" The blue eyes snapped at him fast, stumbling back into the small corner with his touch. Watching the dark eyes blinked concerned and confused at his reaction before lightening. Watching the unsteady blue color just glare at him.
"Yeah right." He flashed the blonde hair a grin, watching it relax slightly. Slowly moving out of the corner as it looked away disgusted at itself and the reaction. "You want to go straight home?" He flashed a lop sided grin at the blue eyes just looking at him upset through the short pause of silence that was left for Jim to answer. "Alright." He shrugged "Danny's asleep, Mel gave her some kinda drug that was supposed to help her *fall* asleepT scarred face grinned. "It's like snow white over there, she's out cold." He glanced at the blonde hair slightly, watching it slowly smile at him. "Anyway, Aisha's gone back to the empire, said your moose is in the kitchen." He frowned suddenly, Gilliam had said that was an animal that used to live on Earth. "So help me if there is an animal in that kitchen." He growled suddenly, it would be just like stupid Aisha and her stupid kid to bring them some beast thing they didn't need.
"Gene" the dark eyes glanced at him. "What about Suzuka? Have you.heard anything from her? Yet?" The dark eyes frowned slightly.
"Yeah we found her alright." He growled slightly walking through the doors as they opened. "Cost a pretty penny. She was over on Symka 8." He grinned hard watching the blonde hair shake it's head lightly. "That's Suzuka's a dedicated babe and a good fighter too. She's probably knocking them dead over there."
"Ha" He grunted a small laugh at the sarcastic joke on Suzu's assassaning job. Dark eyes glancing at him immediately.
"Yeah that's a good sigh now isn't it?" The reckless face grinned at him, scarred arm slinging around his neck lightly as the free blue gloved hand shoved the door to the parking lot out. Sweet sunlight running over both of them. "Jim." He watched the blue eyes look at him from where they had been running over the outdoors. A strong ease running over the light features as they looked around, happy to be outside where it was so beautiful. "Judith." He trailed lightly watching the blue eyes frown slightly. "Well you got any problems I don't want to be waiting around to find out." The sly eyes grinned pulling their arm back as the light face just listened to him. "She." The scarred shoulders shrugged lightly as they walked around side of the car, watching the blonde hair slowly head towards the passenger side. Keeping eye contact and listening to him as he walked. "She wants you to go to this thing this Friday. Some group." He frowned slightly as the loose red shirt and jeans slowly got into the car before slamming the door hard and glaring straight ahead. Not saying anything. "Your choice buddy." He chuckled at the hateful no all the slamming was telling him. His strong chuckling sliding the key into the ignition.
"Do we have any work?" He cocked an eyebrow at the blonde hair sitting some half a foot a way slouched into the door. "How bad are we? What did this just cost us? How bad are we in the red Gene?" The blue eyes sat up suddenly, glaring hard at him for answers that were important.
"Relax" He grinned strong. "We're not in the red." He chuckled watching the light face fall to a stunned -how can that be?- expression. "Mel's working, Aisha finally paid back on the six hundred Wong she owed, and Mike and Iris lent us some." His scarred shoulders shrugged. "Actually Iris gave it." He flashed a sly grin at the blonde hair still staring at him through a frowning -this can't be right- expression. His dark eyes grinning harder, Mike had given it too but he knew that never would have blown over. "Hey come on now. Don't look so shocked." He grinned. "Good things come to those who wait." He shrugged before letting out a small chuckle as he glanced back at the blonde hair. Watching it slowly lean back into the car door. Blonde strains running into the light face as the wind hit it, blowing the yellow color around. "And don't you listen to one word those cops shot." The dark eyes frowned suddenly, focusing on the road before snapping a small sneak peak at the blonde hair looking down slightly. "What?" He growled watching the blonde hair look up at him, frowning concerned.
"Gene did you hear that." The blue eyes trailed lightly. He had a girlfriend damnt. He didn't like, he liked girls there was no way it could be the other way around. That guy was just a freak to begin with it wasn't him, his mind frowned. It's not me! IT'S NOT ME!!
"It's instinct." The dark eyes growled letting his irritation run onto the gas petal slowly. "That's it...what you did in that van doesn't mean anything. Anyone in your position would have done the same thing. It's instinctive understand?" The unruly red hair shook no for a moment watching the blue eyes just listen to him before cringing lightly as Gene looked over. But the light skin looked slightly relieved to him, at least Gene didn't think he was a freak for releasing when that guy was on him. "You like Danny?" He grinned, cocking an eyebrow at the blonde hair watching it nod immediately. "Yeah well maybe if you plug her you'll feel better."
"Gene! Cut it out!" The scarred face laughed at his fast snap. "I am not going to have her hear you say anything like that ever." He frowned at the unruly color chuckling as it drove, dark eyes glancing at him.
"HahahaahaSee?" He grinned hard, letting gout another rough laugh as he slowed for the upcoming right turn. "Maybe Mel and I will go out tonight and come back real late." His wide grin glanced at the blonde hair, watching it just look at him upset.
"Well why tonight?" The blonde hair frowned slightly watching the scarred shoulders shrug. Hiding its secret motive of tying to get his partner to lay someone. "Well then why don't you just wait till tomorrow?" The blue eyes frowned at him watching him glance back as they slowed for the damn stop light they could have made it if wasn't for the blasted green car upfront that was slow as hell.
"You know what they say Jim." He sighed lightly, grinning. "There's no time like the present." He chuckled at the blue eyes, watching them only look away at his comment. Blonde hair looking out the window to the dull scenery as they waited for the green light. "Yeah fine. We'll go tomorrow." He growled, rolling his eyes annoyed as he stepped back onto the gas. "You happy now?" He growled annoyed, dark eyes snapping a look at the blonde hair before choking a small laugh at the grin looking back at him. Happy Gene was going to be there tonight. Instead of just him, even if Danny could stay it wasn't the same. Having Gene there was better, and tomorrow. Well tomorrow would bring a new plan, even if Gene tried to schedule one now.
