The throbbing in my head was duller now. I dug into my pockets...15 bucks. Surely this wasn't enough to pay for the rent of this dingy motel room. I looked out the window...3 floors up. If I were...a vampire...I could make that jump. But seeing as how I'm not, I would probably break a leg or both. I guess the only way out of this joint was through the front door. I grabbed my hoodie off the ground and put it on, with the hood up, hoping the guy at the desk wouldn't ask.
I managed a glance at the mirror - my face was pretty banged up. Eh, at least I got to save the girl. Kind of. Damn it. Didn't even get her name. She looks like a Laura though. Or an Alex, short for Alexandra.
The dude at the counter didn't even look at me when I walked past. So I walked straight out of the door.
Ah. The smell of wet cement.
I squinted through the drizzle, keeping my hands in the pockets of my jacket to keep them warm.
I could feel my stomach rumbling. The cold didn't help my hunger. I managed to snatch an apple from the stingy fruit seller round the corner. Managed to snap up an orange too.
As I made my way home, I finished the apple. Sweet and crunchy, just how I liked them.
Not far till home now. It wasn't much but at least I had one.
"Hey." I rubbed her head. She wheezed a 'hello'. "Look what I got for ya."
I showed her the orange. Her eyes lit up.
She giggled as the fruit fell into her hands.
Her mother smiled kindly at me, nodding as a gesture of thanks.
And then I heard incoming sirens that got louder and louder until they were almost deafening. Kira's face turned into one of terror. Her mother pulled her away which was unnecessary since it appeared they were after me.
Running would do no good. That'd just give them a reason to shoot. At least there were witnesses here.
Most of the cops around here (the ones I've met at least) are shitbags, beating up people when they feel like it, shaking us down and taking our cash. There was nothing we could do about it.
"What can I do for you this fine evening, Officers?" I asked politely, raising my hands mid-air.
All possible escape routes were closed off by two patrol cars. The officers had stepped out of their cars and drawn their guns which were pointed at me, their fingers on the trigger.
"Put your hands on your head and turn around," one of the officers barked at me. I followed his orders.
"Slowly walk towards me. Slowly. Do not move." I could hear the sound of boots against the wet pavement. Then a clammy pair of hands wrapped around my wrists and yanked them behind me, the cool metal of handcuffs slapped on my wrists.
"Look, the dude is a dick. All I took was an orange and an apple. I'll pay him back."
The arresting officer snorted. "Aiden Wayland, you are under arrest for the murder of Wayland Knepp."