For You, I'll Be Superhuman

Liam, Louis, Harry, Niall, and Zayn all had traumatic childhood experiences. What happens when they are all connected? They join together to form a crime fighting group, and save many lives and defeat many enemies. But how can they defeat their greatest enemy yet? Will the pressure of love or the need to protect others break them? For these boys, they just want normal lives. But For You, They'll Be Superhuman.

WARNING: Foul Language


18. Chapter 16

Raquel slurps her drink noisily as Ashleigh turns unto a new street. Raquel and Ashleigh are spending the night patrolling London streets. At this hour of the night, there tend to be many fights and brawls outside of clubs and pubs. Rock and Ash had stopped at a burger joint to get food before parking the car in front of a bar, waiting for the rowdiness to start. "So, Rockie", Ashleigh starts, "What did you and that girl do yesterday?" Raquel chokes on her drink. "Goddammit. Did Tommy tell you?" Raquel asks her. Ashleigh smirks and nods. "That fucker." Raquel says, hitting the dashboard of the police vehicle. "So, who were you with? What were you doing?" Ashleigh questions. Raquel sighs. She can't lie to her best friend, and even if she did, Ashleigh would be able to tell. "We were looking for someone." Raquel sighs, hoping her small answer would be enough to satisfy Ashleigh. But, of course, it's not. "Who?" "A girl." Ashleigh glares at Rockie. "That is not a suitable answer." "Why not? You don't know her anyways." "Just give me a name." Rock sighs once more at her annoying best friend. "Marie Andrews. Now, do you know any more than you did before?" "Guess not." Ashleigh says, shrugging her shoulders. Raquel turns to face the bar. A man stumbles out with a beer bottle in his hand, aiming it at another man. The other man is unarmed. Raquel reaches for her pistol, but Ashleigh places a hand on her arm. "Wait, nothing has happened yet." But then it all does. The man with the bottle slams it in the streetlight near him, creating jagged edges. He stumbles forward, the bottle extended out in front of him. The unarmed man stares him down, his movements showing his nervousness. The man with the bottle jabs the bottle at the unarmed man. The bottle grazes the unarmed man's arm and blood pours out of the cut. The unarmed man throws a punch at the man with the bottle, but narrowly misses his face. The man with the bottle jams it at the unarmed man's stomach, and that's when Raquel and Ashleigh jump out of the police cruiser. They both have their pistols raised. The bottle's jagged edges skim the unarmed man's side, cutting into his t-shirt, by not his skin. "Drop the bottle." Raquel says, her tone threatening. The man does as told and the brown bottle shatters on the hard cement. Ashleigh tips the top of her pistol into the distance, gesturing for the unarmed man to go, and he doesn't have to be told twice. The man who had the bottle places his hands behind his head. Raquel returns her pistol to its holster and pulls out her handcuffs and cuffs the man. As she turns him to face her, Raquel gets a good look at the man's face for the first time. She gasps, because this face is one she has arrested before, this exact same situation, but it is also the same face that abruptly ended the meeting yesterday, the same one that turned Marie's expression from a look of joy to a look of fear. From Tyler's expression, he knows who she is, even in his intoxicated state. As Raquel forces Tyler into the car, her throat goes dry. How could someone like Marie date someone like Tyler? Ashleigh calls into the station, but Raquel isn't listening. She has seen her fair share of crappy boyfriends, not her, first, because she has never had a boyfriend, second because she wouldn't put up with him, but her friends. But Tyler is more than a crappy boyfriend. Then it dawns on her. Tyler is a physical boyfriend, and not in the good way. The way he blew up at Marie while they were there, and the thud after they left. He must have hit her and knocked her down. Although Raquel barely knows Marie, she wants to help her, protect her from the monster she shares a flat with. Does she know about his bar fights? Probably. Raquel is jolted out of her thoughts as Ash pulls into the police station parking lot. As Ash, Raquel, and Tyler make their way into the station, Tommy opens the small cell used for holding people over night. Raquel shoves Tyler in, perhaps a little more forcefully than needed, but she doesn't care. But this isn't Tyler, this is someone we arrested outside a pub, I'm not supposed to know him. Tommy requests the prisoner's wallet and looks for his ID. "Tyler Thompson, age 21." Jackson goes to enter the information into the computer, but is astounded when it is already there. "Um, Tom, Rock, he is already in the system." "How many times have we busted him?" Tommy asks, right as Ash closes the cell and locks it, leaving Tyler grumbling on the dirty cell bed. "2." Jackson states. "What's that? Overnight and 500 dollar fine, plus someone has to come bail him out?" Ash asks. Raquel nods. “Let him make his call.” Raquel's voice is harsh, but it's mainly because she doesn't want it to be to Marie. Money is given to Tyler to make his call. As Tyler is on the phone, Raquel walks over to Jackson's desk, looking over his shoulder as he enters the information in the computer. What if Marie comes to pick him up? Raquel looks at the door longingly. My shift ends at 8:00 in the morning. She won't come before then. Raquel convinces herself. But Raquel knows that she will just have to wait and see.



Raquel spends the rest of the night (or morning), talking with her coworkers. It was a slow night, I guess people felt like being responsible. As the clock hits 7:30 am, Tyler stirs on the mat in the small cell. He sits up and places a hand on his temple, probably trying to stop the headache from the hangover. He looks up, and his eyes meet with Raquel's. His eyes quickly dart away and to the clock, mounted on the wall. He sighs a breath of relief. Over the next 20 minutes, Raquel can't help but staring at the clock. She seems to go into a trance, only to be snapped out of it when the bells chime from the front door. Her eyes dart to the door and meet with a pair of dark brown ones. Marie. Marie's attention is immediately directed to her boyfriend in the cell. “Tyler, honey, oh, you look like crap.” She places her hand on the bars, staring longingly at Tyler. Raquel clears her throat. Marie turns around and her eyes widen as she catches sight of Raquel. “Oh Lord.” 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...