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You Better Remember My Face
I fall to my side. My body convulsing. Muscles contracting. I start to foam at the mouth while releasing bodily functions. The tasers have made their mark. The volts felt like a million pop rocks zapping every inch of your body. Then a million more as the second taser made its way into my flesh. Feeling each current amplifying to greater amounts imaginable.
A half hour previous to the altercation.
It’s a cool fall night. As we left the mall we were all walking to the park around the corner. Skylar being her goofy self was dancing the whole way there. While Nelson was giving Isabel a piggy back ride, and nightcrawler, Nick, and I were talking about all the things we’d buy if we had the money. . .
We reach the park.
Everyone assumes position to start our conversations in the most comfortable way possible. Isabel and Nightcrawler were on the table, Nick and Skylar in the slide and me and Nelson on the swings. But this confortable moment was short lived. Bright lights emerge from nowhere. Seven squad cars surround us. My hurts pumping, but for what? We didn’t even do anything. We hear multiple thunderous voices to get in a line and to put our hands in the air, but nowhere was the sight of a person giving us these orders. We stood there in shock. Like a magic trick officers start to appear from the light one by one with their hands on their guns ready for nothing.
“Put your hands in the air!” the officer barked. We did as he said.
“Get into a single file line!” the officer barked. We did as he said
“Slowly bring out all of your IDs and hold them in the air!” the officer barked. We did as he said.
“Officer what is the problem here? Are we being detained?” I said, legs shaking in fear.
“Shut your mouth and do what we tell you!” the officer barked.
“Officer I am seventeen years old, if we are not being detained i’d like to call my mom” I said, a little more defiantly.
“ Didn’t I tell you to shut your f***ing mouth!” the officer snapped.
They begin to search us, starting with nelson to end with night crawler. They haven’t said a single thing to us until they approached night crawler.
“What the f*** are you doing here?! Didn’t we tell you no one wants n*****s like you here!” the bald cop said.
“N*****s don’t belong here, you all smell like pieces of s***” bald cop said.
“You dress like s***, look like s***, and smell like s***. jesus you n*****s are just the worst. Why don’t you all just leave?” skinny cop said.
“Excuse me? Just because you got your little costume on with your toys and goons does not give you the right to speak to someone like that” I said
“If I have to tell you to shut your mouth one more time i’m going to arrest you” bald cop said.
“I want your names and your badge numbers right now” I said.
They all begin to laugh. As the bald cop begins to approach me,“ We aren’t giving you s***, so why don’t you for the last time shut your f***ing mouth before this gets really ugly for you.
The pig begins to place his to hands on my chest, I use all my might not to react in ways of a physical manner. The pig shoves me several feet while i struggle to keep my balance.
“Touch me one more time out of your jurisdiction and I will use self defense”.
All the pigs are squealing even louder now. The boos pig moves closer to me and says. “ Are you threatening me?”
“No not at all pig. I am warning you.”
The boss pig then begins to turn red as he tries to shove me one more time. I step to his left as grab his arm. Twist it around and flip him over my back as I have practiced many times in my many martial arts classes.Stunned by the sheer force of the slam the pig is gasping for air, as I proceed to full mount and rain a hail of punches it has never experienced before, one by one connecting to its mark. I hear loud footsteps rushing towards me. In a split second I am being tackled by his second pig. Not even thinking anymore just reacting I reverse his tackle and end up in another full mount again raining a hail of punches to his face and body. Leaving them both bloody, hurt, and unconscious. As I begin to knock the second pig unconscious I feel two pinches in my right lower back but I proceed to fire blows non stop. Then a second pair of pinches hit my left lower back. Curious as to what it may be I stop throwing fists and at that very moment. I fall to my side. My body convulsing. Muscles contracting. I start to foam at the mouth while releasing bodily functions. The tasers have made their mark. The volts felt like a million pop rocks zapping every inch of your body. Then a million more as the second taser made its way into my flesh. Feeling each current amplifying to greater amounts imaginable. As the volts are flowing through my system a swarm of pigs surround me and carry me up to handcuff me and drag me to their pen. The whole time keeping the tasers on me so I could not do anything but moan in pain. They slam me into the car.
boom...boom...boom. My head felt like a thousand atomic bombs simultaneously exploding. The sirens blaring, officers swearing, dogs barking, and all I could see was black and white shadows. I tried to move but my arms a cold metal cuff was restraining me. I tried to stand up but my head hit a hard plastic roof, I tried to roll over but there my arms had been cuffed were also attached to the seat forcing me to sit in an uncomfortable semicircle. I closed my eyes. Stop. The car comes to a complete stop.
We arrive at the slaughterhouse.
The pigs have no remorse anymore. slamming my body against any object that they believe will cause pain. And it did. Tossing me around like a ragdoll just because they can now. I’m in their house, if you can even call it a home, more like a cold cave of sorrows and hatred for those of the household. They slam me into the wall a final time before the handcuff me to the wall they kept slamming me on. As I sit there still dazed and barely comprehending the questions being thrown at me. I see one man with a clipboard barge into the room and get extremely close to my face. I can smell the bacon grease come off his breathe as his eyes red with fury screams into my face.
“Why would you slap my officer?! I will put you down. You better remember my face! “
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