to be
shot or arrested. The driver of the vehicle kicked the door closed and spun me
around, shoving me into the side of the car like I’d seen so many times on
those ridiculous cop shows.
“What are you doing?” I yelled, confused and terrified.
He said nothing while clamping a pair of heavy cuffs
around my wrists. The men with the guns kept them aimed on me, wary I might try
to escape. Another four men appeared just outside of the building on the top of
the steps, all with similar weapons.
“What is going on? I haven’t done anything!” A sickening feeling filled my stomach.
I had no idea where I was, some strange city on an alien world. I hoped
desperately I was dreaming. I told myself to wake up, but nothing changed. The
driver pushed me towards the two cops with guns; each one grabbed me by an arm
as I stumbled forward.
My muscles strained against the steely bonds as anger
began to flood my mind. It was a natural reaction. When an animal is caged, it
wants out of the cage. Thoughts of running away flashed through my mind. Where
would I go? I was deep inside a walled city, within a walled fortress on top of
that. I doubted there would be any escape. Despite that knowledge, my wrists
began to push hard, almost with a mind of their own. Surprisingly, I felt the
metal cuffs stretch for a moment, like semi-warm taffy. Then the bonds snapped
suddenly and both arms shot out, hitting the two men and knocking them several
feet away from me.
The officer that had driven me turned around and saw what
I’d done. His mouth gaped open for a brief second. Behind him on the steps, the
other four braced their weapons, bearing them down on me, and probably the officer
between us. That last thought gave me an idea.
Before he could react, I grabbed the driver and spun him
around, grabbing him by the neck. The man looked stronger than me, but I had
the element of surprise. I held him tight as a human shield and backed towards
the car.
“Put your guns down!” I yelled. “Put them down now and
nobody gets hurt!” I tried to recall lines from movies where people had taken
hostages, but it all just sounded ludicrous in my mind.
Unfortunately, my meager offer didn’t seem to appeal to
the men with the guns. Instead, I saw them taking aim with the intent to kill
us both. I guess loyalty to other members of the force wasn’t part of the deal.
They opened fire, sending rounds of ammunition into the body armor of my
prisoner. Some of the bullets caught unprotected flesh sending blood
splattering on the car behind me and on my clothes.
I shoved the bleeding man forward and jumped backwards,
high into the air. I felt myself flipping over the top of the car and stared
down at it with wide eyes as I sailed across its metal frame in slow motion,
landing on the other side. Everything sped up again and I could hear bullets
thudding into the driver’s side of the car, but I didn’t dare look over. The
whirring sounds of the automatic weapons finally died off for a moment, so I
risked a peek over the hood. They were reloading their guns. I only had a
second to move. My normal instinct would have been to run to the far wall.
Instead, I leapt up onto the roof of the car and pushed off hard with my right
foot, sending my body in the direction of the top step. One of the men had just
cocked his weapon and looked up when he saw me hurling at him. He tried to lift
the gun but it was too late. My leg extended out with a sidekick to his chest.
His body armor caved in from the force of the blow, and he was sent reeling
into the glass door.
The man next to him spun his weapon around, keeping it at
his hip. Again, his movement was too slow. I lurched at him, bringing my
forearm across the front of his neck. I felt the soft tissue of his throat
collapse under the bone. His body did a complete flip, landing face down on the
ground at my feet. The last two were standing next to each other, raising their
guns, aiming at my chest.
“Halt!” one
shot or arrested. The driver of the vehicle kicked the door closed and spun me
around, shoving me into the side of the car like I’d seen so many times on
those ridiculous cop shows.
“What are you doing?” I yelled, confused and terrified.
He said nothing while clamping a pair of heavy cuffs
around my wrists. The men with the guns kept them aimed on me, wary I might try
to escape. Another four men appeared just outside of the building on the top of
the steps, all with similar weapons.
“What is going on? I haven’t done anything!” A sickening feeling filled my stomach.
I had no idea where I was, some strange city on an alien world. I hoped
desperately I was dreaming. I told myself to wake up, but nothing changed. The
driver pushed me towards the two cops with guns; each one grabbed me by an arm
as I stumbled forward.
My muscles strained against the steely bonds as anger
began to flood my mind. It was a natural reaction. When an animal is caged, it
wants out of the cage. Thoughts of running away flashed through my mind. Where
would I go? I was deep inside a walled city, within a walled fortress on top of
that. I doubted there would be any escape. Despite that knowledge, my wrists
began to push hard, almost with a mind of their own. Surprisingly, I felt the
metal cuffs stretch for a moment, like semi-warm taffy. Then the bonds snapped
suddenly and both arms shot out, hitting the two men and knocking them several
feet away from me.
The officer that had driven me turned around and saw what
I’d done. His mouth gaped open for a brief second. Behind him on the steps, the
other four braced their weapons, bearing them down on me, and probably the officer
between us. That last thought gave me an idea.
Before he could react, I grabbed the driver and spun him
around, grabbing him by the neck. The man looked stronger than me, but I had
the element of surprise. I held him tight as a human shield and backed towards
the car.
“Put your guns down!” I yelled. “Put them down now and
nobody gets hurt!” I tried to recall lines from movies where people had taken
hostages, but it all just sounded ludicrous in my mind.
Unfortunately, my meager offer didn’t seem to appeal to
the men with the guns. Instead, I saw them taking aim with the intent to kill
us both. I guess loyalty to other members of the force wasn’t part of the deal.
They opened fire, sending rounds of ammunition into the body armor of my
prisoner. Some of the bullets caught unprotected flesh sending blood
splattering on the car behind me and on my clothes.
I shoved the bleeding man forward and jumped backwards,
high into the air. I felt myself flipping over the top of the car and stared
down at it with wide eyes as I sailed across its metal frame in slow motion,
landing on the other side. Everything sped up again and I could hear bullets
thudding into the driver’s side of the car, but I didn’t dare look over. The
whirring sounds of the automatic weapons finally died off for a moment, so I
risked a peek over the hood. They were reloading their guns. I only had a
second to move. My normal instinct would have been to run to the far wall.
Instead, I leapt up onto the roof of the car and pushed off hard with my right
foot, sending my body in the direction of the top step. One of the men had just
cocked his weapon and looked up when he saw me hurling at him. He tried to lift
the gun but it was too late. My leg extended out with a sidekick to his chest.
His body armor caved in from the force of the blow, and he was sent reeling
into the glass door.
The man next to him spun his weapon around, keeping it at
his hip. Again, his movement was too slow. I lurched at him, bringing my
forearm across the front of his neck. I felt the soft tissue of his throat
collapse under the bone. His body did a complete flip, landing face down on the
ground at my feet. The last two were standing next to each other, raising their
guns, aiming at my chest.
“Halt!” one
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