Proserpine: Chronicles

[frozen]

My Angel

Planet Manhatten, New York system, Liberty...
817 A.S.

It had been a week since I escaped from the Event horizon. Still on the run, I was running low on food and water, and resorted to petty crime to survive. That was until I hit the jackpot. They say that it is in the last place you would ever look that you would find what you were looking for, what you were in utmost need of. This was exactly the case for me. After all, who would have thought that LPI officer Sylar Cole, the most law obedient fool out there would help me escape Liberty. Let me explain.

I was running away from a crime scene, where I had just robbed a woman of her purse for cash and items to pawn, and was looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being followed. Stupid mistake. Ran straight into a cop car.

I got rammed by the car, my body flew a few feet away, and I banged my head on the pavement, giving me a concussion, while the purse’s contents erupted all over the road. I thought to myself- “damn. What bad luck of running straight into a cop’s car”, but that wasn’t even the tip of the bad luck ice berg. It was only when I saw the face of the officer, did I realise I was in some seriously deep ****. I knew there was no point resisting him, since Sylar could easily apprehend me. I just waited to be forcefully cuffed, shouted at, and then thrown into the back of the car, ready to be transported to the nearest station.

Instead I was extremely surprised at how Sylar offered a help to get me standing up, and the suspiciously happy grin across his face.

“Fancy you ramming my car today, Alejandro. What’s the matter, feeling the mood to get arrested today?”

“Ugh...Gimme...a sec... catch… breath” I wheezed.

“Of course. After that you get your arse in the back seat of my car, or I’m going to have to taze you bro. I’ve got a few questions to ask you, regarding the current situation” Sylar laughed and pointed at the displaced contents of the purse.

A couple minutes later when the double vision and wheezy breathing subsided, I obediently took a seat in the squad car’s back seat. Sylar got in the front seat, started the engine, and started to drive. Looking back through the rear-view mirror, Sylar started to speak.

“You know, normally I’d have whooped your arse, tazed you, cuffed you and thrown you in the back of the squad car rather worse for wear, but as you can see, I’ve changed quite a bit. What the hell were you doing back there, and where the **** have you been for the past 5 months?”

"I’ve been busy. You know that I don’t stick in one place for long, even if New York is my home planet. My job involved a lot of travelling, but in the past few months, I’ve been through a lot of ****." I replied.

"yeah? No ****. I was told you got shot in a drive by, but that was obviously a lie, what with the phantom attack on Sugarland and the news report of a ‘Bastian Gaspere’ being dead and all. They showed your picture, well somewhat. Was pretty screwed up, your body was mangled, arms missing, and face cut in a lot of places. Was hard to make out who it was, until I saw your tattoo. Why were you arrested, and what’s with the fake name?"

Rubbing the back of my head, I started to slowly speak- "I can’t really tell you. After all, you’re a cop, and I’m still a fugitive under the name ‘Alejandro Picaloni’ remember?"

"Bah. **** being a good cop. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my time of serving in the LPI, Liberty has so much corruption, that even a 12 hour session of being smothered by a sea of tits is not comparable to it. Too bad I had to learn that the hard way. Did you know that out of every 50 LPI officers, only 3 are known to be clean? Take my branch for example. Joe’s a cardamine addict, Emily sells herself for money, the captain is almost never in the office, on ‘business trips’ and the rest are a bunch of incompetent donut munching fools. I mean how bloody hard is it to escort a 74 old woman from her home to a court room for a hearing? Ernie managed to lose her, and she’s been missing ever since. "

"I always did tell you that liberty is pretty screwe-" Sylar cut Proserpine midway

“You hungry? I’m bloody starving, ain’t eaten in a while, going to make a pit stop at the nearest Sunbucks.”

“Sure. Get me a chicken sammich, and a drink of your choice. Just don’t get me no cranberry **** like you did last time. Made me sick”

Sylar parked the car in the Sunbucks’ car park and exited the car, returning shortly with food and drink.

“Here, grab this, and come to the front of the car. You ain’t under arrest, not tonight anyway. I want to hear what your story is, really.”

“Why are you so interested in my story? Also, how can I be sure that you won’t just **** me over worse than Danny did to that poor unsuspecting plastic blowup doll?”

“Are you deaf, dumb, and retarded? Didn’t you see, hear and understand what just happened between us in the past 15 minutes? I haven’t arrested you, I haven’t tazed you, I bought you food, I'm letting you ride with me in the front, and I explained why I don't care about upholding Liberty’s laws any more. Imma slap you next time you say something stupid.”

“Fine. Ill explain what happened...”

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