CHAPTER IV
I looked at the people behind me. Abiding citizens, who had careers and families. Scarcely any of them would risk their current lifestyle to break the law. Slowly, some of them begun to stepped back.
I felt flustered; like a child whose put into a crib and told to stay there for an absurd reason, or in our case, no reason at all. I looked back again and saw about three dozen faces, as angry and bewildered as I am. I saw Dolan. He was starring at me. I knew what he was thinking: "Come back here. Let's talk. This is serious. We have time."
But I didn't. I just stood there, my fists clenched.
"Please step back." I heard an order from an officer ahead.
I did not move.
"You are advised to return to your premises."
Dolan's intense stare was burning a whole in my head.
"We have a right to be here." I spoke and turned towards the Main Street Square, heading back.
I was so close.
Dolan's expression. It was saying something.
..Then I heard a loud crack.
My body thumped against the asphalt and something warm ran down my face. I slowly opened my eyes and saw about three patrol officers hovering over me. I tried to yell, but choked. Coughing up my own blood, I peered up and watched the horrid scene unfold. The militia let lose. They were grabbing anyone they could get hands on, throwing them down, and pulling out the batons. Slowly, my hearing cleared and I could hear the screams echo through the streets. Gas, panic, blood. There were more officers hovering over me now, shoving and thrashing. I heard an eerie click, cold steel wrapped tight around my wrists. One of them kneeled and took off his mask.
"I told you to step ba—"
He ended his words with a loud whop across my face.
And then it all went black.