This is the final part, and one of my favorite chapters so far.
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4
The day the cops came bursting through the door of his home was the day the entire world changed for TML. It would prove to be the day, he lost two families. It also proved to be the day that opened up a world of possibility for him.
He felt an interesting sensation the moment, the first officer put his hands on him. The officer was so close that TML could read off the name on his badge. Officer Johnson. As Officer Johnson attempted to wrestle TML to the ground, he could feel this sensation grow. It became stronger.
Part of him knew what he had to do; the rest of him was surprised that it worked. All he did was suggest that Officer Johnson unhand him. Shortly after making the suggestion, he found himself free of the officer’s grasp. When the physical connection was broken, he felt the sensation die down, but still felt a special connection with this officer.
As the officer straightened himself up, TML knew what to do. He suggested that the officer go help his family out. TML was happy to see that there was no resistance to this suggestion as the officer went over and knocked one of his partners to the ground. The other officer bearing witness to this jumped to her feet and readied her hand to draw her weapon if the situation worsened.
TML could see that the situation would soon escalate so he rushed over to the officers to see if he could control the situation. He offered his hand to the officer who had been shoved on the ground and when he grabbed TML, he felt that sensation again. It was just as strong as the first officer.
Before TML could completely help the officer to his feet though, he felt a gun pointed at his head. “I don’t know what is going on here, but if you don’t get your hands off my partner I will not hesitate to blow your brains out!” The voice was able to convey doubt, worry and fear all at once. The one thing the voice did not sound like however was confident.
The two officers who had come into physical contact with TML now heard a soft voice in their head that nagged them to disarm her. This time TML could feel resistance coming from Officer Johnson, his will, or whatever you want to call it was fighting his suggestion. This only forced the voice to grow louder and more pronounced. Sooner rather than later, Officer Johnson gave into the demands. He flew across the room tackling the female officer hard to the ground. Her gun slipped out of her hand and slid across the floor.
The female officer wrestled her way from underneath Officer Johnson, and TML could not control a slight chuckle as it seemed like she had some experience in this department.
“What the hell is the matter with you, Johnson?” she shouted with even more fear in her voice.
There came a loud banging sound that sent everyone into frenzy. The officers looked at each other to see who fired the gun, but none were drawn. Then they recognized the source was coming from outside. In all this confusion, no one had noticed that TML’s family had snuck out through the backdoor and hopped into the family van.
While the officers were still confused by the sound, TML made a bee-line for the door only to be stopped by the female officer who grabbed him by the collar. There was no sensation this time. He felt no special connection. He attempted to wrangle his way free of his shirt, but only found the area of his neck grow tighter with the lining of his shirt.
“Listen someone is coming down to the sta…” BANG! This time it was a gun shot. BANG! And then there was another. Two bullets ripped through the female officer’s head.
When TML was free, he surveyed the scene to find that both officers had their guns drawn. In his panic, he suggested something a bit too extreme.
TML could not bear the scene anymore, and made a mad dash for the door. He was greeted by applause when he reached the door of the van.
It struck him as odd that none of his parents had lifted a hand in order to aide him, he would remember that lesson.
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TML’s trip down memory lane was broken up when he heard a soft landing on the roof of the train car.
The landing was too calculated to be mistaken. He pressed a button on his cane and heard the gears begin to move.
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Let's see how long it takes before the next part is up.
