Hector dropped right in front of a group of policemen. They already had their weapons drawn and fired a slew of rounds at him before he could render their guns useless with iron. And even without their weapons, they still seemed intent on taking him down, moving to surround him. He didn’t want to go back up to the rooftops with the helicopters, so he just ran through the last gap in the police line.
More cops were waiting around the corner, however. And word must have gotten around about the ineffectiveness of bullets, because they were holding tasers instead. Six pairs of charged electrodes flew toward him on conductive wires. He stopped five with iron walls, but the last one found his shoulder.
He dropped to his hands and knees. The electricity didn’t hurt, of course, but controlling his limbs was abruptly difficult. He pressed a hand to the ground, and an iron pillar launched him up and over the officers. His landing was rough, but he was back on his feet quickly enough and running away again.
Next, four white-and-black SUVs skidded to a stop in front of him, but Hector just wrapped the vehicles in metal before the tactical teams could exit. He ran past and released the metal after turning the next corner.
Finally, he saw Colt’s car and ran toward it.
More cops got in his way, however.
A flash of anger ran through him. Why couldn’t they be this persistent about catching actual criminals? He’d delivered a local mob boss to their doorstep the night before, along with a whole cabinet of incriminating documents, but did that matter now? Of course not.
He covered their tasers in metal, then their legs, just enough to incapacitate them. He ran for the car again, but two more cops appeared and jumped on top of him. The anger returned, stronger.
He flung the first cop off, then grabbed the other’s arm and broke it. The man screamed out in pain.
Hector stopped, suddenly horrified with himself. That shouldn’t have happened. He wasn’t supposed to hurt cops.
Oh. Oh Hector. What are you doing? Hector, honey, stop. They may be annoying, but you can't just snap arms for them doing their jobs.
ReplyDeleteNot that'd I'd be any bit nice were I in his situation, but….Meh. XD
Ah, dammit. I just realized that the last couple paragraphs of this post did not save properly after I edited them, so I ended up posting a little bit less text here than I'd originally intended.
ReplyDeleteFIXED NOW, THOUGH. APOLOGIES.
Much better. I was expecting such a reaction from Hector. XDD
ReplyDeleteAND I FORGIVE YOU FROSTY. YOU ARE AN AWESOME AUTHOR, SO YOUR MISTAKES ARE FORGIVABLE.
"Hector just wrapped the vehicles [in] metal before the tactical"
ReplyDeleteThe only logical conclusion I came come to for the anger is that even the reapers still induce roid rage
Fixed, thanks.
ReplyDeleteSUVs skid to a stop
ReplyDeleteShould be skidded.
Fixed, thank you.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't have done any better in Hector's situation...
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