"M'am, I'm only gonna ask this once: put your hands on your head, and back away from the vehicle slowly." The male policeman said in a cliche policey voice.

I slowly placed my hands on the back of my head, staring forward at Blue, not daring to turn my head, and only gathering data from my peripheral vision.

"Several cops, hard to tell how many, but all with guns and in a shooting stance. Doing something funny will send me above, below, or to the funny farm." I analyzed in my head.

"Now get down to the ground, on your knees." He instructed.

I did as I was told, then promptly found myself laying on the ground with handcuffed wrists, a foot in my back and a newly-bruised cheek that broke my anti-graceful impact with my face and the ground.

"Who are you? FBI? CIA? NSA? Or are you someone less-friendly, such as a terrorist maybe? An immigrant felon? Care to enlighten me?" The officer's voice became more intense, almost with a personal vendetta.

"If I am one of the more friendly choices, you probably should not have my face pinned to the ground." I said in threatening annoyance.

I felt the pressure on my back fade slightly, but it still existed.

"Well sweetheart, can you convince me that your one of those friendly choices, or are you gonna lie about that too? Frankly you should see my trust issues with you here right now, putting your face to the floor is the price you gotta pay."

Okay, now he was just being antagonizing, with that special authoritative voice that makes me think of the word (pardon my French) 'buttbarf'. I did see his point though, and now my lying sprees were coming back to bite me in the butt all too soon.

They would probably have to bite me in the butt again later, because my lying spree hadn't reached checkout yet.

"Well I can't show you I'm a friendly choice if you can't get my identification, now, can I?" I spat with gritted teeth.

The foot released its grip from my back and I was yanked harshly from the ground by my handcuffed arms behind my back, and I couldn't help letting a pathetic whimper slip out of my mouth because of my pain -filled shoulder. I noticed some officers minutely twitched at my pain, showing they had human feelings and sympathies, which was oddly comforting to me.

The male cop was facing me, looking me over in a judgemental, but otherwise unreadable stare. He looked to be in his late 30's, ruff n' stuff, muscly, and a little too into his job. A bitter soul, so probably loved someone a little to much, and fell down pretty hard. Brown short hair, brown eyes, tan skin, runner's calves, and a severe grim face that looked like it would crack if he actually smiled. The ideal bad cop. Were there any good cops around here?

"Shut up Izz, they're just doing their job, and you are acting a lot like a felon here, so you probably shouldn't take it too personally." I self-consoled.

I noted in the back of my head that allowing me to stand up was not the brightest choice on their part, but I didn't ponder on it too much since I was glad there was no foot in my back anymore. 

"Widen your stance please," He said tersely.

I widened the stance of my legs so they were shoulder-width apart as he started to pad me down. Despite his gruff voice, he was surprisingly gentle, probably showing he had been doing this for quite some time. Now that he was distracted, I took the opportunity to gather what little information I could from my periphery.

There are seven cops surrounding me, all armed. Approximately 80 yards away there's a horde of people trying to get home, and who knows who else is dispersed in this parking lot. I'm not in my default form as of now, so I could do some flame mojo on them, get out of here, and just not become this form again, but then again the world is not completely ready for this, for me, so that may be detrimental rather than good. If I notify the world of my presence like that, people will be looking for me, I will slip up, and I will get found out. After all, I'm only human. 

"Well, you don't have it. Looks like I'm going to have to take you in," He stated.

I snapped out of my thinking daze and looked up at the cop, straightening my stance. My ear twitched like a fox, and I instinctively looked straight up at Blue. This inconspicuous move caused  no cop any alarm, but Blue looked at me with an acute stare. I slightly nodded my head back and moved my eyes to my peripheral, pointing behind me without using my hands, and then slouching in defeat, only notifying Blue that there was no way out of this one. Blue looked at me in question, then in a blink his mind filled in the blanks for him and he understood. Next, a peculiar thing happened. Time seemed to slow down. Either that or my brain sped up 10 times over.

"Alright we are a little scrunched for time, so I need you to listen to me," Blue said without moving his mouth or vocal cords-wait what?

"What?" I thought as I opened my mouth to say what I was thinking. 

"I'm using extrasensory-perception, basically I'm using telepathy to read your mind,"

"I knew it!" I yelled in my brain.

"Knew what?" Blue replied.

"That you were like me!" I screamed in my brain.

"Watch your pitch, small one, telepathy does detect brain screams, and it does kill brain cells, believe it or not." He warned, "Can we get back to the point please?"

"Yes, sorry," I brainspake (that will be a word now) softly.

"Listen, you cannot come with me. Those people who were with me on the field were my handlers, there to keep me in check, since they believe me to be unstable-"

"Well, I mean..." I interrupted.

"Shush," he spat grimly.

"..."

"...Once you have the opportunity, you need to get out of here, no buts, no excuses."

"But-"

"-No buts."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"If they are your 'handlers' then that means you're not the big-shot, which means you have superiors that you have to answer to, which means that whatever happened here failed, which means no muy bueno..." 

"I don't understand why you care so much."

"About you?"

"No, about that taco in the trash over there...yes me! I don't understand why you don't want something bad to happen to the guy who was holding hostages not 30 minutes ago!"

"I'm not forgetting what just happened, and I probably never will, but I care about what is happening now. You realized what you were doing was wrong, and you want to amend your wrongs in whatever way you can, which is what matters. You had a change of heart, and I care about the person carrying around that changed heart, because the switch isn't it easy. Even if your heart wants to change, you mind, body, and soul are still a train wreck."

"..."

"You're welcome."

"You're not gonna do what I told you, are you?"

"Probably not. I mean, does it look like I have a choice?" 

"I'll leave that up to you."