(Who, You?)

The police station was a large building that many people thought was unnecessary. The crime rate in my city was less than .05 crimes per 100,000 people! There was nearly no need for a station, but it was a national law.

Even so, the station was small, barely the size of a master bedroom in a house. There was always one person on duty. The police of my city were mostly kind, except for Ron, who hated me. It may have been due to my bloodline, but I never knew.

Ron was the type of guy to give you a speeding ticket for going 5 mph on an airway. He was a bad apple, to say the least. As I walked into the station, and I noticed him, I started shaking in fear. The guy always beat me when I did something wrong. As he was working on his 'premium hardwood mahogany' desk, doing who knows what, he was smiling. I knew he had seen me out of the corner in his eyes, waiting for me to get uncomfortable.

He looked up, surprised, "What are you doing here kid?" he asked.

"Sir policeman, he was in a restricted zone and was playing around in it." the rescue worker said.

"Well then, you can leave him here sir, please do get back to work." Ron replied, smirking at me, "I'll make sure he's punished fairly."

"Ok, sounds good sir." Rescue guy said as he walked away.

"No!," I cried, "Don't leave me here! He will beat me!" The man stared at me with cold eyes, saying "It's what you deserve!"

He left, shaking his head, muttering "Kids these days don't know when to quit..."

"Now that he's gone... Let's get down to business, shall we!" Ron said with a shark tooth grin, "You better tell me all that happened, lest you leave anything out..." Grabbing a stun baton, he twirled it, testing its weight all the while staring at me menacingly.

"I-I d-don't know what happened!" I blubbered, "Please don't hurt me!"

He smirked, rushing at me with the baton, "Should have told me sooner boy!" He yelled, "Now it's too late!"

'Thwap'