It Started With Hello

Chap. 129

She walked closer, her movements predatory, and punched him in the mouth. He fell to the ground, coughing and spitting out a mouthful of blood. She kicked him hard in the side, the blow forcing the air from his lungs as he collapsed onto his back.

She climbed on top of him, straddling his chest. She held the broken bottle high in the air, a crazed look in her eyes, before bringing it down swiftly toward his neck. He screamed, stopping her hands just inches from his skin. His hands shook with the strain of holding her back.

"I don't hit women!" he groaned, his eyes tightly shut. He was struggling, his grip on her wrists slick with his own blood.
She laughed, a manic cackle. "And that will be the reason for your death." The tip of the glass grazed against his neck, a thin red line appearing on his skin.
His heart was pounding in his ears when her weight was suddenly thrown from him.

She grunted, landing on her side and rubbing her red cheek "He may not hit girls, but I do." Chris let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his eyes snapping open. A pale woman with fiery red, curly hair in a ponytail stood over him. He had prayed for someone to save him, but he hadn't thought that person would show up in a set of rainbow-striped pajamas. "Be careful! She has a weapon!" Chris said as Heather scrambled to her feet, looking pissed.

The woman looked at him, bloody and beaten, with a calm smile. "Don't worry, I can manage." Chris raised a brow while sitting up, his body aching. Who was this woman? Heather held out the bottle toward her, her hand trembling with rage. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

The woman turned toward Heather, cracking her knuckles. She was a few inches shorter than Heather but didn't look worried at all. The redhead took a moment before doing a casual salute. "Lieutenant Mona O'Connor, Miller Creek Police. And you're the killer of Reina Gonzalez. I've been looking all over for ya."

Heather's eyes widened, the realization dawning on her that this woman was a police officer. She sprinted forward, swinging her arm toward Mona, who took a smooth step back to avoid it before punching Heather in the chest. Heather groaned, surprised that the woman actually hit her.

"That may work on normal people, but you're just too slow for me... Heather."
Heather growled as Chris pushed himself to a sitting position against the wall. The two circled each other for a moment before Heather slashed the bottle widely at Mona.

"You have the right to remain silent..." Mona grabbed Heather's wrist tightly, stopping her swing mid-air. Heather's eyes blazed with rage. She began to kick wildly, trying to land a blow on Mona, but with practiced ease, Mona used her free hand to deflect the flurry of kicks.

Ignoring Heather's screams, Mona twisted the girl's wrist in a swift, sharp motion, forcing her to yell and drop the bottle to the ground. It shattered into millions of shiny pieces. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." Mona used her foot to kick under Heather's feet, knocking her to the ground. She climbed onto her back, forcing her other hand behind her back while Heather kicked and screamed.
"You fucking bitch! How dare you! I'll fucking kill you! This is my fucking prom night, nooo!"

Mona reached into her pajama pocket, pulling out a pair of cuffs. She cuffed Heather, probably tighter than she needed to, before climbing off her and pulling her to her feet "Ow! They hurt!" Heather yelled, making Mona roll her eyes. Chris stood to his feet, his nose throbbing. "Good. You deserve it, you psycho."

Mona slightly laughed as they all walked out of the alley toward her police car. She pushed Heather into the back seat, attaching her cuffs to the seat. She then turned to Chris, who had pulled out his phone.

"You're Blake's friend, right?" she asked.
He nodded, tapping at his phone as he walked around the car to the passenger side. She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but you can't come. It's too dangerous."

He looked up from his phone, a plea in his eyes. Before he could even start to argue, she said, "You're in bad shape. You should go to the hospital."
She opened the door and climbed inside. He nodded but knocked on the window. She rolled it down. He bent down, looking in.

"But... fine, I understand. But listen. I have a tracker on my phone for my car. It looks like they are going pretty far away. They may be going to this campsite we go to over the summer. I know that area well. If something happens or if you need my help with anything, please call me. My number's (267)782-6297."

She nodded, giving him the reassurance he needed. He took a step back. She called him back for a moment. He came back and leaned in.

"Don't be afraid to hit a woman. Throw away your morals next time if you want to survive. But... good on ya, kid."
He smiled, his teeth still bloody, before nodding and taking a step back. She put up the window, giving him a small smile before typing something on the dash's touchscreen and heading down the road, leaving Chris standing alone in the cold alley.

He wiped his bloody nose, groaning. "Bitch..." he mumbled, referring to Heather. If he ever saw her again, he'd kick her ass. He wished more than anything he could go with Ms. O'Connor just to make sure his friends were okay, but this was all way out of his league. He wasn't a fighter, and obviously, she was. He had faith that Ms. O'Connor had this under control and would bring his friends safely back to him.