They slapped the handcuffs on Beth and pushed her head down so she wouldn't bump in on the door frame. It's not the first time she'd been in the back of a cop car and wouldn't be the last. It would, however, be the strangest and perhaps scariest.
She'd been arrested for breaking and entering. She was hungry and they were closed. Oh sure she could have gone to the restaurant across the street, but she was craving tacos and this was the only Mexican place around. The silent alarm went off and well... Here she was, stuffed in the back of a cop car with a big sleeping dope who had pissed his pants by the smell of him. Probably some druggie they picked up in the middle of the street.
She looked out at the overcast night sky, her last look at freedom for a while. It wasn't that small of a town in Maryland, but it wasn't Baltimore either. So these cops seemed a bit more lax than they probably should be. Well normally they were relaxed, but as they drove into the jail yard she noticed something seemed odd. There were more cops than her previous trips
The sleeping grizzly bear next to her moved a little and a rumble came from somewhere within him. His face flopped towards her and she could see now that it was big and round and scruffy. His swollen lips moved lethargically, as if he were testing if they would work. Slowly and with a bit of eye gunk stringing between them, his eyelids parted.
He looked at her with curiosity just as she did he. He tilted his head a little like a puppy dog. The corners of his mouth turned up must a little. His mouth was dry and he licked his lips several times to wet them. Or was there another reason for wetting them?
"Hi," he said with a quite growl. She thought it was kind of sexy. "What are you in for?"
"He's waking up," said the cop in the passenger seat. "Maybe we should taze him again?"
"Nah, we've got backup. He's in cuffs. Can't do no harm. Don't want a lawsuit after all."
They should have tazed him. He looked at her hungrily. It was no longer sexy. He looked like a cannibal. She wanted to yell at the cops to get her out of the car. He leaned in close. His hot breath nearly made her throw up. "Don't move, don't scream, and you won't get hurt. Understand?" His words were soft, almost as if he were speaking to a lover.
She nodded but only as an automatic response, she had no idea what he was talking about.
There were nearly a dozen cops out there and most had rifles. She knew now they weren't for her. So what had this man done that warranted such a response?
"Stay here with her until we get him transferred." The passenger cop spoke to the driver cop as he exited the car.
Two cops opened his door one prodded him with a rifle to exit the car and the other pulled on his arm.
The look he gave her and the he gritted his sharp teeth told her he did not intend to go peacefully. The dragged him out of the car. He struggled as much as he could in the restraints. They slammed the door behind him and shoved him against the car. They shouldn't have done that.
Something bad was happening. He screamed as if his guts were being ripped out. She heard metal snapping and the car shook as people were slamming against it. His body moved away from the car and she was grateful, believing they were dragging him away. Instead someone slammed hard into the door again. She stared as she recognized the large belt with all the tools on it and knew it to be a cop's. This mad man was loose!
What's worse as that cop slid to the ground something wet and dark covered the window. Blood? What the hell? She tried to see out the driver's side door to see the action but the driver was blocking the view as he was watching too. She wondered why he didn't go out there, but knew he, like she, was probably too afraid.
There were more screams. Finally gunfire! Took them long enough. Blood splattered across the driver's window and he jumped back a little. She let out a sigh knowing they had probably shot that crazy person and this would all be over shortly.
Instead something hit the roof hard denting it. Both she and the cop crouched afraid whatever was out there was trying to get in. More gun fire and more screams. Something cylindrical and long flew by her window, she hoped it was a rifle but knew it was too thick and believed it was a body part. Remembering his warning she held her scream in.
What the hell was that thing out there? He wasn't a man, that was for sure. She didn't want to look anymore. She just wanted it to be over. She began to pray which she didn't do often enough. She didn't know if she was safe in here or not, she hoped he would only attack those outside.
Blood streaked all over the windshield, probably from the body still on the roof, obscuring what little she could see. The world was going fuzzy and she didn't fight it. It was completely dark outside now something had happened to the floodlight. All the screaming and blood were making her faint. The screaming was becoming less. Was he moving away, ran out of victims or was her body finally shutting down? She wasn't sure. Though the loud gun fire had ceased, was that a good thing?
She heard a door open on the car. She froze hoping it wasn't coming for her. Maybe they finally stopped it. Hopefully, it was the cop in the driver seat getting his act together to lend a hand in the fight.
No, he wasn't getting out. Something came in. She closed her eyes not wanting to see his death or her own. The cop fired his revolver six times yelling obscenities the whole time. His yells turned into a horrible wail.
She shook violently as she felt drops of something wet hit her face. She took several deep breaths as she smelt the musty odor of whatever was attacking and the blood, she could smell the blood of the cop as he was being ripped apart. She peeked out her eyes only to find a mostly empty driver's seat with a loose arm hanging limply over it towards her. She forced herself not to gag, but what little there was in her stomach started making its way up anyway.
She closed her eyes tight to hold it back and held her breath as the smell was also making her sick. Something big hit her door. She started praying. It pounded on the door and she heard the window cracking. With the blast of the window, she passed out.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please send me any comments you might have, good or bad. Copyrighted 2008 by Christine Schnell. Go ahead and share it with others just keep my name with it.
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