Psych

Psych Part 1

"Whoa Darren, don't turn so roughly."

"We said we'd take the call, so we're taking it, now hold on," he said the radio already in, my lap, again.

"It's only around the corner, I mean I get the hustle, but let's not kill anyone in the process."

"Meadow Lyre are you implying that I am a bad driver?"

"Of course not, just watch it," I said checking the holster on my right hip to make sure that the 9mm standard issue pistol was still there.

"I'll watch it, don't worry," he said as he rounded the corner, the street was full of people, fleeing toward us and we, as always, were rushing toward the point of panic.

"Can I take this one?" I asked, "It'd be my first."

"If you can get a clean shot first," he said, parking the car in the street when the density of people became too much of an obstacle. We both jumped out, and I pulled my gun out, people rushed to get behind us, past us, they knew we were the ones who would keep them safe from the monsters ahead. "Let's head in; you stay on the right side of the street, I'll take the left," He said, I nodded going to the right sidewalk and scanning the escaping crowd.

"This is what you were born for; you've got this," I told myself, keeping my gun aimed down for safety, finger loosely resting against the trigger. I was ready; all I had to do was see the beast first. I rushed forward, Darren keeping up on the left side, searching through the crowd for a flash of glowing eyes or a pair of glove covered arms. It wasn't until we got to the panic point that the problem became clear.

"Meadow Take him!" Darren said running to the bloodied woman on the ground; she didn't move, in the clearing of people, there was a man, about my age, slinging a toddler into the ground again and again by its foot, smashing its head into the pavement. I raised my gun, leveled it, aimed and shot as he was trying to pull the child up to repeat the torture he was giving. He fell into a crumpled pile as the bullet streaked through his brain. I glanced around the area, there was usually more than one, but if he had had any allies, they had left him to die.

"Are you calling in?" I yelled over the frantic, fearful screams, rushing toward the toddler I pulled him from the body of the now dead man, searching for a pulse. It was weak, but he was still alive.

"Already did, two ambulances on the way and a cleaner" Darren said "his status?"

"Target is dead, victim is alive, but barley."

"This one's gone," he said, I pressed my hand against the child's bloodied head and looked up to Darren. He was searching for a pulse against the woman's neck, desperate to be wrong.

"There's nothing we could do we got here as fast as we could," I said

"I know."

"It almost feels wrong; he looks like a person."

"People don't torture toddlers for fun, he's a psychic, and he would have kept hurting and killing others if you hadn't stopped him."

"I know, it doesn't make it easier, though," I said

"I want to tell you you'll get used to it, but you won't, it won't bother you as much, though, eventually," he said

"That makes me feel so much better," I said hearing the sirens blasting down the street. It wasn't long before they stopped a few yards from us, the paramedics climbing out one team rushing to me the other rushing to Darren's side. I stepped back, letting them do their job.

"Hey, It'll be alright, there's nothing more we can do here, and it's nearly time to tag out for the night, let's get back to HQ alright?" he said. I tried not to think about the child's blood on my hands as I nodded, letting him lead me back toward the car. I holstered my gun as we left the scene, Darren did the same, both of us making sure our weapons were secure.