The girl in front of me gave me the impression that she was about to keel over from the sight of me. This must have been the shock of me popping out of nowhere because I never thought of myself as a real ugly man. Nevertheless, I needed to ask this girl some questions, regardless if she was scared of me or not. I knew there was something suspicious about that red car when I heard the music blaring on the radio and voices screaming and cheering. For some reason I could just tell that they were going to go partying at Camp Blood. I've never been there myself, but I always had a thing for ruining teens' good times. Especially when they were at a place like that.
"What's a little girl like yourself doing way out here in the infamous Camp Blood, hmm? Haven't you ever heard of the rumors about this place?" I asked, crossing my arms in a gesture of authority. Even though the girl gave me too much recognition that she was far from being one of the normal hooligans that I catch nowadays, I had to keep my ground. For all I knew, her innocence could all be an act.
"I-I…w-well…I-I-y-yes," the girl stuttered, her little frame shaking and her hands clasping over her hair. "…I-I…y-yes, I have, b-but..,"
"Then why are you out here all by yourself? Do you know you're trespassing on private property?" I hadn't a single shit whether or not this was true, but I got the reaction I thought I was going to. Panic.
"W-w-well…I-I-I…" the girl was looking around a lot, which I noticed once I asked her my last question. I instantly went on the alert.
"What're you looking for, little lady? Is there someone else with you?"
"N-n-no, I-I-"
"Now, quit that stuttering! It's only blowing your cover, now tell me what you're up to, or I'll have to take you in." I made sure to sound as serious as I could to emit more fear in the girl so she would tell me what was really going on sooner. The sound of the voice alone was enough to make her look as if she was going to faint.
"B-but, I-I…I-I'm not-!"
"If you think your little friends out there are gonna help you, don't waste your breath. I already got them all in my car to take them away for trespassing. And now I'll let you join them for lying, trespassing, and underage drinking. Wouldn't want to leave your friends, now would you?" As I spoke, I grabbed her arm, her tiny little arm – I felt like I could snap it in two! Jesus… - and proceeded to pull her toward my car. I didn't park in the driveway, obviously. That would just blow my cover. So I decided to park a few miles off near the road. The inconspicuousity of it was pretty damn brilliant if I do say so myself. I pulled her up to the car and pushed her up against it, forcing her hands behind her back as I pulled out another pair of handcuffs. I was given at least five whenever I was on duty, since I was known around my fellow officers to catch a shitload of teens doing something stupid.
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say…will…be…" I watched as I cuffed her, and her face went from a deathly pale from when I first saw her to a deep, deep red, almost to the color of the ketchup from the hotdog I had for lunch today. "Hey, girl, what's the matter? Why are you going so red? Something wrong with ya?" She already looked as if she was going to hyperventilate. It must have been from being handled by someone.
"Hey, hey, calm down now, girl," I said, turning her around to face me. Tears were forming in her eyes. "Keep that up and you won't last a day in prison!" Okay, yeah, I know I was being a prick, but I know this fake little show she was putting on for me was a stupid try to get me to think she was acting innocent. I was watching her friends before. They were fondling and making out and drinking bottles of vodka and beer. I tested their alcohol levels and they tipped at least .4 for each of them. Pathetic is what it was. Pathetic and just plain stupid. Wasting their lives away…
The girl was now sobbing and drenching her shirt with tears. Damn, she put on a good show. She must have wanted to be an actress or something when she went to college. IF she would make it, that is. Who knows what her alcohol level was. This could all just be effects from the drinks she had.
"Jesus Christ, will you stop that crying?" I said loudly, gripping her shoulder a little too hard. She let out a sharp cry in pain and I couldn't help but flinch at the reaction. Either this girl was extremely fragile or…
I pulled up her sleeve and saw a deep purple bleed through her pale skin. I had never seen such a large bruise before. She must have gone through hell, whatever happened to her.
"What the hell is this…?" I mumbled to myself before glancing at the girl. She was watching me in horror, her eyes wide and red from the crying. "Did someone do this to you, girl? Did someone hit you?" The girl let out a sob and shook her head quickly, fearfully.
"Don't lie to me, little lady. It's obvious that someone hit you, and pretty damn bad, I might add. You know this is borderline abuse? Did your boyfriend do this to you?" She shook her head again.
"Damnit, don't lie to a police officer?" I shouted, gripping her shoulder again, making sure, this time, that it hurt. "If you lie to a police officer, your punishment will get worse! Do you WANT your punishment for trespassing and drinking underage get worse! HUH? DO YOU!" I had grabbed hold of both of her shoulders at this point, pressing her up against the car. The girl was sobbing and screaming, shaking her head and trembling underneath my hands.
"Now TELL me who did this to you! Was it your boyfriend or not! ANSWER ME, DAMNIT! ANSWER THE QUE-"
The police officer went down like a ton of bricks right before me while I screamed and gasped in pain, leaning and against the car to catch my breath. The girl standing behind him, holding a baseball bat, had this wild look in her eye. She quickly ran to me and pulled my hair from my face.
"Are you okay? Jesus Christ, the fucking prick could have raped you, girl! Why didn't you do anything?" I just stared at her, mouth agape. And here I thought Jason was going to be my savior. But along comes this drunken girl. I could only tell she was drunk because she was tipping slightly, trying to catch her balance by holding onto the car for support. My heart was beating erratically as I looked around quickly, trying to see if I could find Jason anywhere.
"Hey, c'mon, c-come with me," the girl slurred slightly, taking my hand and pulling me away from the car and the knocked-out police officer. I followed her, feeling nervous. I knew I should have taken off, but she was heading back to camp. Maybe Jason was waiting for them there. The girl pulled me along, lurching several times when she tripped over a branch or rock, and led me to one of the cabins. I noticed the other boys and girls who were partying before sleeping on the floor, some of them in the bed. The girl led me to the chair and sat me down to face the door.
"So…why are you here, huh? Out partying?" she asked, pulling out a bottle of vodka from lord knows where and tipping it back with her head, taking large gulps. I instinctively stroked at my hair, feeling more and more uncomfortable. Where the hell was Jason?
"I-I…w-well, no…I-I was just here…ah…u-um…" I panicked, struggling to come up with the right excuse. "E-exploring! I-I like to t-take hikes i-into the…w-woods and stuff, and…I-I got lost…" I finished lamely, praying the girl wouldn't think I was lying.
"Really? Man, what a weird child you are, little miss!" she chuckled drunkenly, almost tipping the chair back. "You'll gotta thank me for saving your ass, you know. In fa', all these fuckers gotta thank meh in some way." She gestured the others lying sprawled on the floors, snoring.
"H-how…c-could I r-repay you?" I asked softly. I played along for the sake of not upsetting her. I didn't want any more bruises.
"Ehh, I dunno…maybe you can go outta n' get us summore vodka. But I'lla thinka somethin'. Anyway, Where're you from? Never seen you 'round here before."
"W-well, I-I live in Chicago, actually," I said, slowly trying to form something in my head as a way to leave. "M-my parents and I a-are staying here for vacation."
"Really, no'? I-I think I gotta cousin who lives there…you know 'im? E's tall 'n tan with a little freckle on his neck lika hickey…y-you know 'im?"
"I-I…w-well, I-I don't think s-so. Wh-what's his name?"
"Gah, I foget his fuckin' name…s-something with a Q, I think…a-and ends with a…w-with a…"
The girl's eyes widened suddenly.
The door slammed hard behind me.
I smiled softly to myself.
Jason was here.
END CHAPTAH!
Yes, I know…I did it again, didn't I? *Braces self for flying debris of whatever it is angry mobs throw at people nowadays* I'm sorry. My own schedule isn't even working for me, is it? Ugh, I hate how short this thing is…this is probably the shortest chapter yet! But I think, from what I know about myself, that the next chapter will be LONG.
So, this chapter was SO made up from the top of my head. The whole 'random-dude-coming-out-of-nowhere-while-Jason-wasn't-around' thing came up so quickly in my head that I forgot to come up with something interesting for who it would actually be. So, I really came up with this all on the top of my head! I hope you all liked it. I THINK that might be another cliffhanger…um…yeah, I guess it is. *Grins drunkenly with power* And MAN, there's a lot of drunken words here…I just hope they all make sense! *Sheepish grin*
Please review! Tell me what y'all think! Short AN, I know. Just lazy, I guess! *Grin*
And yeah…inconspicuousity is NOT a real word. I made it up so it sounded as if the police officer was smart. But, he's really dumb and stuff…
-NikoRu Rene