[Forsaken] Background gibberish

[meltedcandle.livejournal.com]

Jack sprinted around the corner grinning and jumped up, grabbing the top of the wall with both hands and began to climb over it.

“Oh no you bloody don’t...” the copper that was giving chase said and somehow managed to get hold of her ankle and pulled sharply. Jack lashed out with the other foot, the amusement turning to frustrated, angry fear, and it connected with something. A definite crunch eminated from behind her followed by some angry swearing.

“Oh fuck...” Jack whispered and looked back at the bobby giving chase. He was sprawled on the floor, his face a bloody mess where his nose had exploded and had been quite succinctly spread across it. After a second Jack dropped down the other side and shakily began to run off again.

“I’m in sooooo much shit now...oh fuck...fuck...fuck...” each obscenity coinceided with a footfall as trainers scrabled about on asphalt, concrete and brickwork. After running through and doubling back in places to loose the police Jack eventually stopped in a doorway to catch her breath.

She stood upright and took in a deep breath, finally having recovered enough and screamed as she was grabbed and slammed up against the wall. Jack flailed about but the policeman overpowered her and managed to get the cuffs on her.

“I ain’t done nothin’ you fuckin’ pig!” she screamed at him. He didn’t say anything other to pull her up to her feet and try to radio in his position.

“Will you please just shut up for five seconds.” He snapped at her and she quietened instantly, shrinking back away from him a little and he spoke quietly into the radio, his voice distorted by the nasal injury.

“I’m sorry, oh god I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to kick you in the face. You had hold of my foot and I just lashed out. I’m so sorry. I’m really sorry. Oh fuck. I’m going to prison. I’m going to go to prison. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m sorry. My dad is going to kill me. Actually kill me. And if he doesn’t my brother is going to kill me. Oh Jesus my mother is going to kill me. Oh fuck. I’m in so much shit. I’m sorry. Can you just let me go and pretend none of this happened. I’ll do anything. I wont do anything like this again. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Jack babbled at him as he led her through the estate, the other kids peering out from their hideyholes in wide eyed shock

After it became evident he wasn’t going to speak to her she quietened down and walked in sullen, dejected silence next to him. She could see already sat in the back of the car one of her friends who had joined in on the escapade. Why they let the fat kid come along she never knew, he was a known squealer and her heart sank even lower.

Sergeant Turner raised one eyebrow as Constable Thomas brought the girl across toward the car. She was only a few years older than the constable and even though he had been in force a few months she already liked the new guy.

“What happened to you?” she asked curiously, eyeing the blood and the girl suspiciously.

“I ran into a wall.” He replied as he pushed Jack into the car and gave her a look that said ‘keep your stupid gob shut, right?’ and then slammed the door shut behind her.

Jack watched the Sergeant look at the Constable suspiciously and then looked down into the car. She snapped her head down a little too late to avoid the Sergeants gaze, her heart suddenly thumping in her chest.

“Yeah, course you did.” The sergeant said a little irritated, the sound muffled slightly by the glass. “Jesus christ Jack you can’t keep covering for these little shits.”

Constable Thomas looked evenly back at the Sergeant for a moment, glanced down at where the pair of kids, 16 year old teenagers, were sat fixedly staring at the back of the seat in front of them and then moved round to get in the car.

“I ran into a wall Sarge, it had a trainer hung on a bit of brickwork and I wasn’t expecting it.”

“You expect me to believe that?” the Sergeant said incredously.

“Nah, but its what I’m sticking in the report. They might be little shits but they don’t really mean any harm. And besides, it was only some graffeti and not assault upon an officer of the law. Yeah?”

In the back of the car relief flooded through the girl.

On the way back she hesitantly caught the Constables eye in the rear view mirror on the way back and mouthed ‘thank you’ to him. He stared back at her for a moment levelly before the corner of his mouth twitched up in a grin, nodded slightly and went back to chatting with the Sergeant about the best way to fix a broken nose.