(Maiores 21, 54 / 9:23PM)
Many Years ago.
(Police Officer#1) We’re letting him go, sir?
(Police Officer#2) Yeah, unfortunately. I don’t understand why we should let him out though. Who knows what he’ll do.
Two police guards stood near a metal-locked door, their hands inside their dark blue pockets. One of the guards, a male dog-human, tapped his foot on the ground in an arithmetic pattern, his eyes looking downward onto the marbled ground.
Meanwhile, a male human, having gray hairs marked on his sides, cleared his throat as he scurried his hand inside his pocket. With his right hand, he pulled out a huge loop of keys.
(Police Officer#2) Alright rook, follow me.
The senior officer used his left hand to punch in the code for the door. With the door loose, the senior pushed the door gently, turning his attention to the rook that continued to sweat, causing the senior to furrow his brow.
(Police Officer#2) What is it?
(Police Officer#1) I was just wondering. I read his file, and with all due respect sir, he doesn’t seem like a bad guy to begin with…
(Police Officer#2) Well, you’re a dog-human, so it makes sense. Listen rook, out of all human groups, who's the most well-treated in society?
The dog-human officer looked up towards the senior officer, his eyes looking into the gray eye pupils of the old man. With more beads of sweat starting to settle into his neck and nape, the dog-human cupped his hands nervously.
(Police Officer#1) That would be normal humans, sir.
(Police Officer#2) And the rest?
(Police Officer#1) Elves, sir. Then dog-humans, cat-humans, bunny-humans, horse-humans, and—
(Police Officer#2) Shark humans.
The dog-human cop nodded his head back and forth, his eyes back to look at the cold marbled floor.
Both cops then walked forward into a small stoned hallway, seeing lines upon lines of metal bars that acted as cages for the poor and unfortunate. Stopping to see the number of men and some women with blue-covered uniforms, their eyes sharpened at the two cops.
The dog-human took in the sight of the walls being plastered with thick white concrete, the presence of no windows, and only one hanging light at the center of the hallway. Wiping a handful of sweat from his forehead with his right-sleeve jacket, the dog-human officer turned towards his senior.
(Police Officer#1) W-Where is he located, sir?
(Police Officer#2) Where we usually put the lowest of society.
Making their way past the prisoners, both of them weren’t near any cages as they walked straight in the middle, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them as their heads remained forward.
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The senior officer only glanced at a few prisoners, his eyes focusing on each hand that was cusped or tightened.
The dog-human meanwhile, turned his head at the prisoners, giving his full divided attention to a couple of prisoners even while he was walking, which caused some prisoners to be rubbed the wrong way.
(Prisoner#1) Keep walking traitor…
A dog-human, with a scar on his right eye, barreled his eyes at the dog-human officer, his hands forming into fists.
The officer kept moving forward, turning around to keep up with his senior officer, his eyes started to twitch followed by his legs trembling.
(Police Officer#2) There he is, that’s the guy.
Both officers made their way towards the last cell in the very back of the hall, the metal cage being shrouded in heavy darkness. Despite the cage being dark, it was well kept and groomed, with the bed tucked in nicely and the toilet not clogged or dirtied.
The dog-human officer squinted his eyes, managing to see a big sturdy silhouette sitting on a chair in a back corner. Barely catching the shark-human’s big blue nose, dark brown hair, and cold frown upon the man’s face, the dog-human officer took a step back.
(Police Officer#1) The description matches sir.
(Police Officer#2) Well, what do you know?
The dog-human officer placed his hand inside his dark blue heavy jacket, scavenging his empty pockets. Having his fingertips sensing a small envelope, the dog-human pulled it out as his his palms started to get sticky.
The senior officer looked towards the envelope that the dog-human had and snatched it away. Ripping it open, a small piece of the card fell out, the card having a brown ID with a picture and initials etched onto it.
(Police Officer #2) I’ll let you do the prisoner release initiation rook.
Throwing the card at the dog-human, the senior officer looked towards the dark sturdy silhouette, the corners of the shark-human’s face creating a little U shape. Straightening his back, the dog-human officer showcased his outwards chest, his legs and feet right next to each other and his black dress shoes pointing straight at the cell.
(Police Officer #1) Benn with no last name. As of today, you’re no longer part of the Kepputhan jail system. Please stand up with your hands in the air and your palms facing towards us.
The shark-human Benn slowly stood up from his metal seat, putting his hands high in the air. Submitting to them, the senior officer pulled out the loop of keys again.
Putting the keyhole in, the door to the cell creaked wide open. Steadily, both of the officers walked their way towards Benn who had his hands high, his stomach softening as the cops didn’t pull out their weapons.
The nearest to Benn, the senior cop, towered over him, his eyes looking down at the short shark-human. Turning his head towards the dog-human, the senior officer gestured to him to come near him.
(Police Officer#2) Bring me the cuffs.
Using his right hand, the dog-human looked through his deep blue colored jacket, easily finding the metal object. Giving the cuffs to the senior officer, he continued to focus his attention on his senior.
Having the cuffs with his left hand, he used his right hand to bring down Benn’s arms to his crotch, using the cuffs to contain the now free criminal.
(Police Officer#2) Your felony would be on your record for life, boy. Next time you pull that shit again, you’re going straight to The Dome.
(Benn) I was just—
In an instant, an arm thrust against his liver, the right side of his stomach being pelted against, causing Benn to collapse onto the ground. Laying down on his stomach on the cold stoned floor, his eyes only saw the black shoes that the officers wore.
His breathing was haggard, followed by a warm substance wanting to escape through his mouth. Pushing the liquid down, his eyes soon flustered quickly as his mouth was wide open with drool starting to drip out.
In extreme pain, Benn continued to gasp for breath while his eyes sharpened towards the senior officer.
Even the dog-human gasped at what the senior officer did, putting his furry hand on the senior’s arm.
(Police Officer#1) Sir! As cops, we shouldn’t—
(Police Officer#2) Know your place, rook! Unless you have a question, I don’t want to hear anything from that hairy mouth!
The rest of the beast-human prisoners looked downwards, their fists clenching hard as they heard the commotion unfold.
The dog-human cop took a step back, looking away as his breathing started to accelerate. Seeing with his eyes the senior officer bending down towards Benn, the dog-human officer placed his hands to his ears, shutting away his eyes.
(Police Officer#2) Listen here, blue-skin. No shark-human goes to a nearby playground just for fun. You probably wanted to do something to one of the kids huh? Do you like kids, blue-skin? Well, do you?!
(Benn) Shark-human crimes against kids are amongst the lowest—
(Police Officer#2) Yet a similar situation happened 18 years ago, did it not? That’s what led to the Demi-human skirmishes … where I lost my brother in arms. Like I always say, it would be better for society if shark-humans never existed, you guys serve no purpose.
Forcing Benn’s body back up, the senior officer placed his hands onto Benn’s neck, barely dragging the big shark-human from off the ground. Looking towards the dog-human officer, the senior officer pushed Benn towards the dog-human cop.
(Police Officer#2) Take him out of here rook, and then we’ll talk about your relocation to Clastine.
(Police Officer #1) … yes sir.