"Young Bloods" - Prologue
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spacewhistlerThey’re just kids.
I can hear my sister pleading with the police. It’s quite pathetic, to be honest. I will never ever grovel for something that’s not worth it. And that’s what her begging is for: nothing.
These “kids” have minds of their own. They know what they did and its repercussions. You must be aware of that.
The burly cop is adamant. I can actually feel his glares boring into my back. I nearly smirk. He’s not taking any of our shit. We won’t talk. About the incident and about everything prior to it. He’s mad at me in particular for some unknown reason. Maybe because I kept on smirking at him while they were laying out their questions.
The smug look I had on may have annoyed him. It’s something I did on purpose.
I can’t let you arrest my brother. I’m calling our family lawyer. My brother isn’t a killer. Neither are his friends.
My sister pulls out her phone and shakily dials the lawyer’s number. She must be raving mad. I let out a little chuckle.
I peek at the cop from the corner of my eye and I see his face grow impossibly red. He seems to have reached the peak of his anger. I don’t know why but that knowledge made me laugh harder. The policeman rushes to my side and pulls me to him by the collar. He’s a sputtering mess, I observe.
This. This is the face of a killer, Madam. His lack of remorse, his nonchalance, his annoying laugh… I know he killed a person. And I’m going to make sure he did it. Along with his little band of bloodthirsty fiends.
His eyes sweep my friends’ faces before turning back to me. He tightens his grip on my collar as he says, I’ll make sure of it.
What possible response can I give him? I burst out into a hearty guffaw.
I can hear my sister pleading with the police. It’s quite pathetic, to be honest. I will never ever grovel for something that’s not worth it. And that’s what her begging is for: nothing.
These “kids” have minds of their own. They know what they did and its repercussions. You must be aware of that.
The burly cop is adamant. I can actually feel his glares boring into my back. I nearly smirk. He’s not taking any of our shit. We won’t talk. About the incident and about everything prior to it. He’s mad at me in particular for some unknown reason. Maybe because I kept on smirking at him while they were laying out their questions.
The smug look I had on may have annoyed him. It’s something I did on purpose.
I can’t let you arrest my brother. I’m calling our family lawyer. My brother isn’t a killer. Neither are his friends.
My sister pulls out her phone and shakily dials the lawyer’s number. She must be raving mad. I let out a little chuckle.
I peek at the cop from the corner of my eye and I see his face grow impossibly red. He seems to have reached the peak of his anger. I don’t know why but that knowledge made me laugh harder. The policeman rushes to my side and pulls me to him by the collar. He’s a sputtering mess, I observe.
This. This is the face of a killer, Madam. His lack of remorse, his nonchalance, his annoying laugh… I know he killed a person. And I’m going to make sure he did it. Along with his little band of bloodthirsty fiends.
His eyes sweep my friends’ faces before turning back to me. He tightens his grip on my collar as he says, I’ll make sure of it.
What possible response can I give him? I burst out into a hearty guffaw.
