sorry, and fled. As I raced down the stairs, a door opened above me.
“What’s going on?” a man shouted, sounding half asleep.
“Pervert!” I heard the old woman screech again.
Yanking open the front door, I slipped back out into the night. Not knowing what direction to head in, I turned right, and pulling the scarecrow’s coat tight about me, I disappeared into the shadows. I reached the end of the street, looked back one last time, and on seeing a man in pyjamas stagger from the flat that I had broken into, I turned the corner.
There was a covered doorway, and pressing myself flat against the wall, I waited for the man to go back inside before I spread my wings and flew away. Being discovered as a knicker-sniffing pervert was one thing, but being noticed for swooping up into the night with a set of clawed wings was something else altogether. It was as I waited in the dark for the man in the pyjamas to go away, that I noticed Kiera’s beat-up old Mini parked at the kerb, just outside the doorway that I was hiding in. Turning around to see that the door to this flat was ajar, I realised the mistake I had made, so I pushed it open and stepped inside.
8
Sophie
The burning sensation in my leg began to ease, so I pulled myself up onto the backseat of the police car and peered out of the window. I’d lived in Ripper Falls all of my life and I knew that we weren’t heading towards the police station.
For some reason, the cops were taking me out of town and into the country. With every mile the roads became narrower and more remote. Trees grew tall and leafless on either side of the road, and between the black and twisted trunks, I could see miles and miles of desolate farmland.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked them.
The cop in the passenger seat didn’t say anything; he just kept staring straight ahead.
Glancing at me in the rear view mirror with his yellow eyes, the cop who had zapped me grinned and said, “Just taking a little detour.”
“Where?” I pushed, trying not to look into his eyes, but wanting to know where they were taking me.
“To a little place I know,” the happy-zapper cop grinned at me in the mirror. “It’s nice and secluded...”
“Look, I’m either under arrest or I’m not,”
I said, beginning to sense that I was in serious trouble with these guys. “Either take me to the police station or release me.”
“We’ll take you to the police station,” the cop said, “but first I thought we could have ourselves a little party.”
“Party?” I breathed, but I knew what he meant and I rattled the door handle. It was locked and couldn’t be opened. “Just release me.”
Ignoring me, the happy-zapper glanced at the other cop and said, “I don’t know about you’
but human women are so freaking horny, don’t you think?”
The cop in the passenger seat just grunted and stared straight ahead.
Grinning to himself, the other looked back at the road and smiled, “I’ve seen some beautiful female humans, but you are lush! ” and I saw him wink back at me in the rear view mirror. “I bet you’re gonna be so sweet.”
I rattled the door lock again, my heart pounding in my chest. The driver saw the fear in my eyes and this seemed to excite him somehow as he twitched in his seat and straightened his trousers at the crotch. Then the other officer suddenly spoke and said, “Lady, if I were you I’d put on your seatbelt.”
“Say what?” I spat.
“So you don’t get hurt in the crash,” he said calmly, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
The happy-zapper cop must have read my mind as he glanced at his colleague and said, “What crash?”
“This crash, you fucking animal,” the cop whispered. Then with lightning speed, he shot his arm out, gripped the back of the happy-zapper’s head, and drove his face into the steering wheel.
A jet of black blood sprayed from the cop’s face and showered the windscreen. The cop made a screeching sound and took both
“What’s going on?” a man shouted, sounding half asleep.
“Pervert!” I heard the old woman screech again.
Yanking open the front door, I slipped back out into the night. Not knowing what direction to head in, I turned right, and pulling the scarecrow’s coat tight about me, I disappeared into the shadows. I reached the end of the street, looked back one last time, and on seeing a man in pyjamas stagger from the flat that I had broken into, I turned the corner.
There was a covered doorway, and pressing myself flat against the wall, I waited for the man to go back inside before I spread my wings and flew away. Being discovered as a knicker-sniffing pervert was one thing, but being noticed for swooping up into the night with a set of clawed wings was something else altogether. It was as I waited in the dark for the man in the pyjamas to go away, that I noticed Kiera’s beat-up old Mini parked at the kerb, just outside the doorway that I was hiding in. Turning around to see that the door to this flat was ajar, I realised the mistake I had made, so I pushed it open and stepped inside.
8
Sophie
The burning sensation in my leg began to ease, so I pulled myself up onto the backseat of the police car and peered out of the window. I’d lived in Ripper Falls all of my life and I knew that we weren’t heading towards the police station.
For some reason, the cops were taking me out of town and into the country. With every mile the roads became narrower and more remote. Trees grew tall and leafless on either side of the road, and between the black and twisted trunks, I could see miles and miles of desolate farmland.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked them.
The cop in the passenger seat didn’t say anything; he just kept staring straight ahead.
Glancing at me in the rear view mirror with his yellow eyes, the cop who had zapped me grinned and said, “Just taking a little detour.”
“Where?” I pushed, trying not to look into his eyes, but wanting to know where they were taking me.
“To a little place I know,” the happy-zapper cop grinned at me in the mirror. “It’s nice and secluded...”
“Look, I’m either under arrest or I’m not,”
I said, beginning to sense that I was in serious trouble with these guys. “Either take me to the police station or release me.”
“We’ll take you to the police station,” the cop said, “but first I thought we could have ourselves a little party.”
“Party?” I breathed, but I knew what he meant and I rattled the door handle. It was locked and couldn’t be opened. “Just release me.”
Ignoring me, the happy-zapper glanced at the other cop and said, “I don’t know about you’
but human women are so freaking horny, don’t you think?”
The cop in the passenger seat just grunted and stared straight ahead.
Grinning to himself, the other looked back at the road and smiled, “I’ve seen some beautiful female humans, but you are lush! ” and I saw him wink back at me in the rear view mirror. “I bet you’re gonna be so sweet.”
I rattled the door lock again, my heart pounding in my chest. The driver saw the fear in my eyes and this seemed to excite him somehow as he twitched in his seat and straightened his trousers at the crotch. Then the other officer suddenly spoke and said, “Lady, if I were you I’d put on your seatbelt.”
“Say what?” I spat.
“So you don’t get hurt in the crash,” he said calmly, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
The happy-zapper cop must have read my mind as he glanced at his colleague and said, “What crash?”
“This crash, you fucking animal,” the cop whispered. Then with lightning speed, he shot his arm out, gripped the back of the happy-zapper’s head, and drove his face into the steering wheel.
A jet of black blood sprayed from the cop’s face and showered the windscreen. The cop made a screeching sound and took both
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