[Original: Drabble] "Witness Escort" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Witness Escort
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #14 ‘homeless gutterpunk’
Word Count: 303
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke believes in all the citizens she protects.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Witness Escort
I didn’t bring up the fact that I was a vampire very often. It’s not exactly a polite thing to talk about in public, being a supernatural creature, and most of the time, it didn’t even remotely come up.
But sometimes, I needed every ounce of authority I could manage, and I wasn’t above using my condition to my advantage. Especially when I was using my advantage for other people, like the skinny, scared kid sitting on the curb outside a run-down storefront, holding a Styrofoam cup and trying not to look at the uniformed cops who were asking him sharp, biased questions.
“I’ve been asked to escort the witness to the station,” I said, loudly, purposely letting my fangs show, just a little.
It was a complete lie, but the kid was a witness, and would need to be taken back to the precinct, and I was willing to bet that one of the detectives would forget which ‘uniform’ he’d asked to do it.
“Keep an eye on him, Jones,” said one of the guys, Baldinotti, but he seemed a little taken aback by my obvious vampirism.
I smiled, fangs showing again, but closed my mouth when I turned to the kid. “Come on,” I said. “I need to take your statement.”
“They think I did it!” the kid said, as soon as we were out of earshot. “But I didn’t, I swear. I just found him!”
“I believe you,” I said, and I did. “Come on down to our precinct, tell us what happened, then I’ll drive you home.”
“Don’t have a home,” he muttered. “And I’m not going back to that… place! Three more months, and you can’t make me.”
“I could,” I told him. “But I’d rather not waste both our time.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Really.”
He smiled. “Okay.”
THE END
Current Mood:
busy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #14 ‘homeless gutterpunk’
Word Count: 303
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke believes in all the citizens she protects.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Witness Escort
I didn’t bring up the fact that I was a vampire very often. It’s not exactly a polite thing to talk about in public, being a supernatural creature, and most of the time, it didn’t even remotely come up.
But sometimes, I needed every ounce of authority I could manage, and I wasn’t above using my condition to my advantage. Especially when I was using my advantage for other people, like the skinny, scared kid sitting on the curb outside a run-down storefront, holding a Styrofoam cup and trying not to look at the uniformed cops who were asking him sharp, biased questions.
“I’ve been asked to escort the witness to the station,” I said, loudly, purposely letting my fangs show, just a little.
It was a complete lie, but the kid was a witness, and would need to be taken back to the precinct, and I was willing to bet that one of the detectives would forget which ‘uniform’ he’d asked to do it.
“Keep an eye on him, Jones,” said one of the guys, Baldinotti, but he seemed a little taken aback by my obvious vampirism.
I smiled, fangs showing again, but closed my mouth when I turned to the kid. “Come on,” I said. “I need to take your statement.”
“They think I did it!” the kid said, as soon as we were out of earshot. “But I didn’t, I swear. I just found him!”
“I believe you,” I said, and I did. “Come on down to our precinct, tell us what happened, then I’ll drive you home.”
“Don’t have a home,” he muttered. “And I’m not going back to that… place! Three more months, and you can’t make me.”
“I could,” I told him. “But I’d rather not waste both our time.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Really.”
He smiled. “Okay.”
THE END
Current Mood:
busy