A Hurtful Lesson

The police officer attempted to club Cross in the head. However Cross quickly intercepted his plans by grabbing his forearm. When he was about to break the police officer's arm, Jesse cleared his throat. He was trying to tell his father something. Cross instantly changed his mind. Instead of breaking the police officer's arm, he would just knock him out. Breaking his arm would lead to a lot of noise and alert the other police officers. He quickly knocked out the police officer and hid his body. He took his clothes. Cross would pose as a police officer so he could get some information. Jesse would wait outside. When Cross stepped into The Market District, he stepped into a pool of blood. The officer was right. An inhuman foe must have done this." thought Cross. While Cross was still looking for clues, he overheard some other police officers who were walking by. Do you really think Prince Guy did this?" asked one police officer.

I don't know but he is the primary suspect." said the other police officer. But do you really think he did this?" It will give the people a different look at King Hendrix and his son. The other police officer was beginning angry. Look I'm tired of you asking questions to answers I myself don't know!" Do you think I give a fuck about that little shit!" Fuck him!" Look let me show you something. The police officer had a glass left eye. When that bastard was 12, he had my eye ripped out and placed in a jar. The reason he did it because he said I looked at him the wrong way." I wasn't even looking in his direction!" I have been hoping for this day for years. I know that bastard killed these bandits and all these innocent vendors. I hope he is judged and treated like all the other fucking prisoners and criminals. But knowing that he is King Hendrix's son, he will just get a pat on the back on be freed. The police officer kneeled on the bloody ground, beginning to punch it, hurting his own fists in the process.

It's not fair!!" But I know that's just the way it is." We are here to serve the Industrial King and his fucking son. The police officer was shocked. His partner was the first one who finally expressed their feelings about King Hendrix and Prince Guy. Cool out, man." I think you need a drink." Let's go." We can interrogate that prick later." The police officer sighed. " You're absolutely right." As Cross saw the 2 police officers leave the area, he decided to venture deeper into the district. He had to find out where the police station was located. He signaled Jesse with a whistle, basically telling him that the coast was clear.

In the police station, The Plaza District.

Prince Guy sat in the interrogation room with his hands cuffed. His hands laid on a steel table. A incredibly bright light also sat on the table. It making his eyes irritated. Plus he had a headache and his neck and back needed to crack. Prince Guy was going to a massage before the Yellow Bandana Bandits attacked The Market District and were shortly brutally murdered along with the street vendors and regular bystanders that were in the area at the particular time. He was thrown and locked in the interrogation room. As he was about to stand up, he heard rustling behind the door. He slowly turned around and quickly sat down. The door was being unlocked. The chief of the police department walked in. The chief of the police department was named Henry Jackson, an overweight man who always stunk of whiskey and cigarettes. Henry Jackson stood up to 5'8 weighing 260 pounds of accumulated fat from eating fatty foods over the years. Henry Jackson was 57 years old. He had no hair on the top of his head. Inside his pointy elven ears were filled with crust and earwax. It looked as if he never placed a tube inside of his ears. Henry Jackson always wore button-up shirts that couldn't really fit him. His pants were tight and stiff. His shoes were bigger than his feet. He had a spin barrel tucked in his waist, and a regular handgun tucked inside his left sock. Henry had a net worth of 300 thousand dollars. Henry was known by the people as a liar, a sneak, and a cheat who squirmed his way to the top of the police department.

Henry closed the door behind him. So what now?" asked Prince Guy. Am I free to go or what?" Henry chuckled. " Hold on it's not that easy. I have contacted your father King Hendrix and told him the situation. Usually, he would of probably tell me to remove you from the police station and keep you out of jail. But unluckily for you, times changed. I and your father talked for 40 minutes. He gave me and every one of the police officers in this station permission to deal bodily damage upon you. Prince Guy's eyebrow raised. What the fuck are you talking about Henry?" Why would he say that?" I don't believe you." " I've never believed any word you have spelled out your mouth." Henry sighed. He stuck his hand in his back pocket and pulled out a hologram. He tossed the hologram onto the table. Suddnely a holographic recording of King Hendrix came out of the hologram. " What have you done now my son?" Tch it doesn't matter." This isn't the time to be causing trouble in my city during times of war." I have better and more important things to deal with than repeatly telling Henry to pull and keep out of jail." "This is why I'm giving you 2 choices. Either you allow yourself to be horribly beaten by every police officer in that station or you serve 5 years in jail. Your choice. Either way, I don't time for this nonsense. Consider this as a lesson you will never forget your spoiled brat." The recording was over and the hologram disappeared. Prince Guy was furious. Henry pulled out a peanut butter bar out of his shirt pocket, beginning to unwrap the silver wrapping from around it.

So what is your choice, Prince Guy?" Prince Guy sucked his teeth. Take off the handcuffs." Henry pulled out the key to the handcuffs from his front pocket and sighed. Just remember this wasn't my choice. I don't want to do this." He uncuffed Guy. He placed his hands on Prince Guy's shoulders.