Wednesday, May 2, 2012

#WerewolfWeds The Hag - Chapter 26

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Amanda did not let go of Teodor for a long time. She held him so close that he had to breath through her hair.

“I need to breath,” Teodor said after a few moments.

Amanda loosened her hold on him, but still held him close. “I was so worried.”

“It's okay she's gone,” he kissed Amanda's lips.

Trucker ran out of his room and wrapped himself around Teodor's waist. “You're back!”

“So am I,” Gunner said. He walked by messing with Trucker's hair.

“Is she gone?” Trucker asked.

“This time, yes,” Teodor said.

Amanda pulled away. “I will make you some breakfast. Pancakes? Gunner?”

Gunner nodded.

“I got some beef.”

Teodor's mouth watered. “Sounds perfect.”

Amanda busied herself in the kitchen. Teodor sat down on the couch. Trucker sat down next to him. He nudged Teodor in the ribs.

“What?”

“Can I stay with you?” Trucker asked.

“Well I will have to ask Amanda,” Teodor said.

“Why don't you?”

“Are you sure you want to stay with us?” Teodor asked. “You are supposed to be scared of werewolves.”

“Like the ones on the movies? They don't scare me.”

“I have a friend that is a vampire.”

“Really?” Trucker's eyes went wide. “You're kidding me.”

“Yeah, he's really big too.”

Trucker sat back on the couch. “He won't scare me.”

Gunner passed through the living room to the bath room.

“Do you know any mummies?” Trucker asked.

“No.”

“Zombies?”

“What?”

“You know zombies, they eat people.”

“I stay away from anyone that eats people.”

“Cool.”

“Teodor!” Amanda called from the kitchen.

Teodor went over to her. Amanda pulled back the curtain in the kitchen. In the street in front of the Pit were four police cars.

“Are they still looking for you?” Amanda asked.

“They would-”

A loud knock on the door made Amanda jump. Teodor turned to open it.

“Don't.” Amanda whispered.

“Steopa says if we really want to fit in like humans we have to behave like them all the time, including now,” Teodor said.

He walked over to the door and opened it. Three police officers stood on the other side. Teodor studied their stances. The tall one in the back, he was the muscle. But not a dumb one. He stood back a foot from the two in the front. He had not taken a threatening pose, but could in an instant.

The dark hair one in the front, looked Teodor up and down. It wasn't hard to figure out what he was thinking. He already made the assumption that Teodor was not strong, but was fast. The dark hair officer moved to block any chance of Teodor bolting down the hall.

The last one had sandy hair. He wasn't looking at Teodor. He looked behind him. Where Amanda and Trucker stood. Teodor heard the bathroom door opened. The sandy haired one glanced over into the direction of the bathroom, then to Teodor.

“Teodor Navarro?” the dark haired one asked.

“Yes,” Teodor said.

“We have to take you down for questioning.”

“Good, I was about to go down myself,” Teodor said. He heard Amanda breath sharply. “You will not have to hand cuff me?”

“Not if you don't give us any problems,” the tall one said.

Teodor did not turn his head. “Amanda, can you get my coat?”

She came over to the door way, and held out Teodor's jacket. “Thanks Babe.”

The tall one moved aside. “Lets go,” he said.

He walked ahead of Teodor. The other two followed. They hadn't thrown cuffs on him, but it felt like he was arrested. As they walked downstairs a police dog barked.

The German shepard stood by his handlers side. He wagged his tail when he saw Teodor, but stopped when his handler looked down. They led Teodor out to one of the cruisers waiting in the street. A small crowd had gathered.

The tall and dark-haired police officers drove Teodor to the station. They didn't try to talk to him and he stayed quiet in the back.

Inside the station. Teodor was lead to a small room. They locked the door behind him, leaving him alone. So far not too bad, he thought.

The minutes ticked by. Teodor sat at the table, studying the wood grain pattern. He sighed, but resisted the urge to tap his fingers. He also did not yawn. He wanted to. His body had been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours. He needed his rest.

He glanced at the mirror in the room. He could smell the people on the other side. They were watching him. The door opened. Two officers in business suits walked in. One looked at a clipboard while he sat down. The balding one stood at the side of the table.

“Thank you for coming today,” the clipboard holder said. “I am officer Lutz and that is officer Parker. We just have a few questions.”

Teodor nodded.

“Have you ever been around the workhouse site?”

“Yes, Trucker showed it too me,” Teodor said.

“Trucker?”

“He's a street kid that latched on to me and my girlfriend.”

“Why did he show you the workhouse?”

“Because that's where he was living, with some other children.”

“A couple of nights ago, about six of those children were brutally murdered. Did you hear about that?”

“I saw.”

“You saw?”

“I made the phone call.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Trucker wanted some of his things back,” Teodor said. He never took his gaze off the officer.

The officer returned the look. “Why didn't you stay and help the children?”

“I saw a large dog approaching. I thought who ever had kill those kids was still around.”

They continued to question him for a long time. Teodor could tell they were trying to get him to change his story. They would switch the questions around and try to trick him. But Teodor had spent years having his father do the same thing, he knew all the tricks.

Then he was left alone again. He felt his exhaustion building. Either arrest me or send me home, he thought. The door opened. A young uniformed police woman held the door open for him.

“I just have some paperwork for you to sign, then you can go home,” she said.

“Thank you,” Teodor said.

He signed the paperwork and left. They didn't have evidence. Teodor knew it. His stomach growled. Teodor rubbed his stubby beard. Time to go home and spend time with Amanda, Trucker and Gunner, He thought. Then he laughed. Almost a real family.

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