01-16-2018, 02:03 PM
Your kind.
If Jay's attention was not focused before, now it circled tight as skin. Blood pulsed hot under his skin. His hands clenched at his side. He'd shown the officers all the respect they deserved. Nox was half dead. Natalie's was a wreck of blood. Jared was losing his mind. Jay felt foolish for healing a glorified scrape, and before he realized it, his hand absently brushed the place on his shoulder where it once burned. But the disdain in which the officer muttered a certain phrase frayed Jay's control to fringe. Your kind. The phrase echoed across a thousand generations and literally ripped his soul apart. He felt sick. Your kind.
Sick with fury, he stepped forward. The officer was taller than Jay by an inch, but the soldier was not concerned. The battery in his head begged to be let loose. If only he knew what to do with it.
"Your kind?"
He asked, touching Dorian on the arm that he move aside. Nox and Jared were helpless. Alvis was silent. Natalie stepped up, and every word she said rung true. If it weren't for the gravity of the situation, he could have stared. Her composure in all this was incredible.
But they called for something else instead. They wanted the dangerous ones cuffed. Jay considered throwing the guy a punch, taking his gun and turning it on him just to show which of those present was the greater danger, but something quiet inside said that was not the real threat. He wanted to use a power other than his own muscle and skill to take over. There was a far more effective alternative literally at his fingertips. His soul reached out and wrestled the beast into submission. Darkness took his face even as the light burned bright inside.
They wanted the dangerous one, they could have him. "Nox didn't murder that man. I did. He covered for me."
He glanced back at Nox, then at Natalie. He hated to say this in front of her, but at least something lifted in his chest he hadn't known to be tight with guilt the whole time since. "At the concert last night."
He swallowed as he stared at her, like she might say something to make him change his mind. But the path was set. He had to follow it now.
"I'll make this easy for you."
He offered out his wrists. Not that he was keen on going to jail, probably should have been there the last few years anyway, but at least no one would get arrested on his behalf.
The officers exchanged looks. "Two confessions to the same murder? Fine, then Lieutenant. Have it your way." He holstered the pistol and steel slapped on Jay's wrists.
Some cocky officer with a patch of an NCO on his arm led him to a car. Jay glanced at Jared. The guy knew Jay was off-duty last night. It wasn't murder in the traditional sense. He had saved that girl, but it did look bad. He'd said as much to Nox last night. That the guy spent the day confessing to a murder, Jay frowned. At least he was too weak to do anything to stop it now.
Just before he was shoved into the back of a police car, he was frisked. Jay frowned when they relieved him of his sidearm but didn't move to stop it. At least the time in a cell would give him time to practice wielding the power.
With the tension somewhat diffused, the other officers lowered their defensive. The backups retreated to their vehicles. Two primary squad cars remained to take their reports of the situation and survey the area for potential witnesses. Otherwise, the one talking with Dorian offered to call an ambulance.
If Jay's attention was not focused before, now it circled tight as skin. Blood pulsed hot under his skin. His hands clenched at his side. He'd shown the officers all the respect they deserved. Nox was half dead. Natalie's was a wreck of blood. Jared was losing his mind. Jay felt foolish for healing a glorified scrape, and before he realized it, his hand absently brushed the place on his shoulder where it once burned. But the disdain in which the officer muttered a certain phrase frayed Jay's control to fringe. Your kind. The phrase echoed across a thousand generations and literally ripped his soul apart. He felt sick. Your kind.
Sick with fury, he stepped forward. The officer was taller than Jay by an inch, but the soldier was not concerned. The battery in his head begged to be let loose. If only he knew what to do with it.
"Your kind?"
He asked, touching Dorian on the arm that he move aside. Nox and Jared were helpless. Alvis was silent. Natalie stepped up, and every word she said rung true. If it weren't for the gravity of the situation, he could have stared. Her composure in all this was incredible.
But they called for something else instead. They wanted the dangerous ones cuffed. Jay considered throwing the guy a punch, taking his gun and turning it on him just to show which of those present was the greater danger, but something quiet inside said that was not the real threat. He wanted to use a power other than his own muscle and skill to take over. There was a far more effective alternative literally at his fingertips. His soul reached out and wrestled the beast into submission. Darkness took his face even as the light burned bright inside.
They wanted the dangerous one, they could have him. "Nox didn't murder that man. I did. He covered for me."
He glanced back at Nox, then at Natalie. He hated to say this in front of her, but at least something lifted in his chest he hadn't known to be tight with guilt the whole time since. "At the concert last night."
He swallowed as he stared at her, like she might say something to make him change his mind. But the path was set. He had to follow it now.
"I'll make this easy for you."
He offered out his wrists. Not that he was keen on going to jail, probably should have been there the last few years anyway, but at least no one would get arrested on his behalf.
The officers exchanged looks. "Two confessions to the same murder? Fine, then Lieutenant. Have it your way." He holstered the pistol and steel slapped on Jay's wrists.
Some cocky officer with a patch of an NCO on his arm led him to a car. Jay glanced at Jared. The guy knew Jay was off-duty last night. It wasn't murder in the traditional sense. He had saved that girl, but it did look bad. He'd said as much to Nox last night. That the guy spent the day confessing to a murder, Jay frowned. At least he was too weak to do anything to stop it now.
Just before he was shoved into the back of a police car, he was frisked. Jay frowned when they relieved him of his sidearm but didn't move to stop it. At least the time in a cell would give him time to practice wielding the power.
With the tension somewhat diffused, the other officers lowered their defensive. The backups retreated to their vehicles. Two primary squad cars remained to take their reports of the situation and survey the area for potential witnesses. Otherwise, the one talking with Dorian offered to call an ambulance.
Only darkness shows you the light.