When fire meets electric

Chapter 1- The capture

I stood paralysed, looking directly down the barrel of a police gun. They all stood encircling me, like a pack of hyenas about to jump on their prey. The narrow street had been barricaded in by police cars, and the dogs stood ready to pounce on me if I moved. The rain was hammering down hard, adding even more misery to this situation. I felt like the whole world wanted me to go down. 

The police homed in on me to catch me, but I couldn't move anyway. The dark walls were towering over me, making me feel like a puny, little rodent. Their damps bricks, watching my every move. The policemens' shields coming towards me, making me feel like a loser in a gladiator ring. What could I do. Nothing, it seemed as a young, tall police officer drew his taser. I got onto the floor, the damp seeping through my thin, scrappy trousers, I shivered as the cold ran through my bones.  The last thing I remember was the bright light of the taser as it came lightning fast towards my face, and I knew it wasn't going to end well.

I awoke in the cold cell of a police station, lying on a hard rigid, mattress with only a sink for company. The smell was sickening, all those feet who must have been on this floor. The thought of all those dirty people who must have slept on this mattress, their sweat and urine, made me want to throw up.  I felt as if I had been electrocuted continually until I didn't have anything left in me, basically I had been fried.

Footsteps approached out side my cell, I laid back down and pretended to be asleep, as I'd spent to much time in here as a teen and I knew what they were like. They'd probably come in expecting me to be ready to fry their brains out so they were probably gonna come in all guns blazing. I laid in wait as the iron door clicked open and swung toward me. I'd worked out that if I was a good girl I'd get out quicker without having to escape, hopefully. In walked two guys, one was tall and one was on the shorter side, they were both in uniform and had big guns by their side. They mutterd something quietly to one another. One of my eyes was slightly open, so I saw them leave, quickly obviously not wanting to be in my presence.