Fast updates atm, I like this part of the story, and reviews make me want to write more, so I get addicted. This chapter might be kindof boring, but I always make Alice's POV too bitchy, and I really dont like dialouge. But this is possibly my favourite chapter so far :) Also, I havent proof read. Yet again. Which isnt very good, i know. So point out any mistakes. I will do it next time if it kills me! :)

OFFICER ERNIE'S POV

She didn't look up as I walked down the corridor. She didn't look up as I fumbled around in my overcrowded pockets for my keys. She didn't look up as I selected the right one, and slotted it into the keyhole. She didn't look up as I twisted the key, sending the prison door flinging open, making a screeching noise to rival a tone-deaf cat. She didn't look up as I asked her to follow me, back down the corridor, and into the questioning room. In fact, come to think of it…she didn't look up atall. But I was used to this. Prisoners, they were an annoying species, either exited at 'breaking the law' or fuming mad, and muttering about private lawyers and the breaching of human rights and the usual 'it wasn't me'. Then a few hours later, the fight will have died, the lawyers cant do anything until morning, they cant be bailed out for 24 hours, and all hope (for now) is lost. So they sit there. And wait. And wait. And become more and more dejected. So y'know, nothing out of the ordinary. Except not a single prisoner had been quite so, bouncy before. She'd bounded straight from the police car, gabbling about makeover opportunities, and oil free shampoos for the secretary, and under eye concealer for one of the policewomen. And then Interior decorating for the cells. Believe me, I get enough of this at home with the wife, and I was certainly not enjoying a repeat of this at work. Now that security guard at the shopping centre, I could see where HE was coming from, stopping dunkin' donuts on the way to a police station, using the siren when the traffic got too thick. Shame he suddenly remembered he was moving to Timbuktu in five minutes. Ohwell.

Still, the girl…Alice I think her name was, was looking worse off than most. I've heard of that family, richer than anyone I'd know, and he's only a doctor. Most overpaid profession in the world if you ask me. A good bit of fresh air can cure anyone. But anyway, that sort of money wrecks havoc with young minds, they think they can have anything. Even Gucci coats two hours before opening times. And I'd bet the parents pander to it, complimenting them, and buying them presents. That's why she's looking so down, I decided, she hasn't been told how beautiful she is in a good few hours, and no-one's listened to her ideas. Honestly, kids these days. Hate 'em all. That's why Margery and I settled for a good old Yorkshire terrier. Can't go wrong with a Yorkie. But still, even I felt a tinnnnyyy bit of compassion, and sadness for her, when it was announced that her family had refused to pay her bail…and would not be collecting her for a week.

"What!" She screamed! I flinched; I never knew such a tiny body could release so much noise.

"I don't believe it! After all I've done for them, all the makeup, and what about Jasper, I can't GO any longer without seeing him. ERGH! Do you humans even know just how EASILY I could break through these walls? And bend these handcuffs like play dough. I can't believe it! I just CANNOT believe it! Edward, I bet it was Edward, with his scheming ideas, I've told him, again and again, Bella LOVES makeovers…I bet that was it. When I see him again, He's gunna be cowering under his precious Volvo, and running away, and ERGH!"

She carried on like this for quite a while, muttering about burning limbs, and dismembering. When she appeared to be calming down, I hissed into my walkie-talkie

"Call in a psychologist, obviously a very disturbed child. I personally blame the parents but….yes, straight away. And maybe some calming drugs. Yes, Officer, references to burning and dismembering and possible violence. Yeah. Yes, I would class her as a danger to surrounding people. And objects. She seems to think she can bend handcuffs. Yes. Uh-huhh, HOLY SHIT! She's pulled 'em off!"

She lunged towards me, a ferocious smile on her lips, not unlike an animal, before it kills it's prey. She opened her mouth to speak…

"You don't know how much of a danger to surrounding people I really am…"

And then she pounced.

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