REWRITTEN 7/22/15
Enia: Well, I got my wisdom teeth out, so I literally have nothing to do but sit on the couch. Let's do some writing!
The End of the First of Many Battles
When the last corpse slid to the ground with a wet thud, the neighborhood fell silent as if a heavy comforter had fallen across all the buildings. I panted heavily as I looked around. Most of the cops stood with slumped shoulders, looking at each other with relief, guns clenched in white knuckled fists. Too many of them lay on the ground, covered in brilliant red blood, gray corpses slumped over them. The entire street looked like the Phlegethon had risen from the depths of the mythical world to invade the mortal Universe.
I bent down on creaking knees and used what little white snow remained to clean the gore from my crowbar. Every line of my body shook.
When I shoved myself back to my feet, the police chief was glaring daggers at us from the safety of his car. Minka's eyes narrowed into her death glare as he opened his door and heaved his bulk out onto the street. His nerve visibly packed its bags and hopped on an airplane when he met her gaze.
"You three are going to have to come with me," he squeaked hesitantly, looking around at his troops for support. They all glanced away from him.
"On what authority?" Onyx demanded, twirling her machete. The black blood flew from it in long arcs. There were dark splatters streaked across her face and on the white squares of her checked pants. A chunk of orange hair had escaped from its braid and stuck to some of the blood on her face.
"You can't arrest us," I added, feeling tired down to my bones. "We just saved your sorry asses."
Thunderclouds descended over his pudgy cheeks. "On the president's authority."
I was pretty sure that wasn't a thing, though I wasn't terribly well versed in how the law worked. The information always seemed to go in one ear and out the other during history class. I rolled my eyes towards the slowly lightening sky.
"Let's see a warrant, then," Minka said, glare still fixed on her face. Amazingly, her clothes and face were blood free, though her blade was stained from hilt to tip. She was a scarier sight than Onyx's blood soaked figure.
The police chief gave the man next to him a small glance. That man gave a barely perceivable nod and slid through the crowd to whisper in the ear of a lower-ranked officer. I probably wasn't supposed to have seen that. Unfortunately for them, I was perceptive. Not really, actually. Sometimes, I just got lucky.
"Be ready, guys," I leaned over and whispered in my friends' ears. "It looks like they're about to try something."
Onyx and Minka nodded and shifted into subtle ready positions, weapons raised a tiny bit. I hoped this was a false alarm, and we weren't going to have to draw red blood. Maybe the chief was just giving his underlings orders for cleanup.
I was a trusting person, but I couldn't bring myself to believe that was true. My Spidey Sense was tingling, as they say.
I could feel people moving behind me, but a scared looking cop lunged at me as I spun around, shoving a rough canvas bag over my head. I cursed violently and kicked out, connecting with a shin bone. The cop yelped in pain but clung on. A strange, sweetly rank smell filled my nostrils, and I instantly clamped down on my air flow. Gas. It had to be gas.
How did the local cops have access to such advanced technology?
My head began to swirl. Colors danced through the darkness, whirling like dancers in bright skirts. My legs trembled like Jello. My knees buckled. The cop's arms tightened around me as I fell. Something cold and wet soaked through my jeans. "Fuck you!" I shrieked stupidly, wasting my air. The gas surged down my throat eagerly, a poltergeist flying on silent wings through a haunted house.
Fuck… I thought again as the darkness ate through the colorful dancers, and I finally relinquished my grip on consciousness.