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they took him in, he
would never get his friend back.
“ It’s
better than what we have now Star, they’re a fucking family, and
they look after their own. I want some of that.” He was still
fizzing and his words came out faster than normal.
Martin was
about to say something when he heard the faint whistle from outside
in the distance, it was a warning whistle that was repeated over
and over as it was passed from person to person in the
neighbourhood. The unmistakable sound of big powerful engines
winding up as they accelerated up the hill from the flat sea level
suburbs of South Dunedin followed the whistle. A sound they
recognised instantly as trouble.
Tama had heard
the same sounds, in the drug induced space occupying his brain a
couple of synapses had managed to fire in the right order, his
brain had told him the trouble was coming for him, and it was
probably right. Martin watched as his friends pupils dilated in
fear, his breathing became short. He started to have a panic
attack, something Martin had not seen since their childhood. Fear
was never Tama's friend.
He pushed
himself off the bed and went to the window, outside was a blur of
movement, Police cars were sliding to a halt, disgorging the
occupants all dressed in black. Evil looking guns held in front of
them. They were all running with a purpose, eyes visible above
black scarves and below black helmets, killer ants with a single
purpose, moving with precision towards their intended target.
"What
the fuck am I going to do Star? I am fucked aren't I... They're
here for me. Fuck, fuck, fuck". Tama was almost in tears, the drugs
and alcohol in his system messing with his reasoning. He moved
about the room like a caged tiger, not finding any way
out.
Martin was
beginning to panic as well, it was then he saw two armed police
officers pass the window directly in front of him, close enough to
touch. He could hear their boots on the path but there was no other
sound. He realised that they were heading away from where his front
door would be.
"Calm
down Tama, its okay, I think they are going for your house, not
mine. They don't know we are here". Tama was still wired from last
night so there was no way he was going to let the Police get hold
of him in that state."Quick, we'll go out the back".
Martin
opened his bedroom door quietly; he could hear Tama breathing
heavily close to his ear, panic evident. He heard the explosion of
a distraction blast in the distance, and then heard the black ants
shouting 'armed police'. He imagined them as they swarmed into
Tama's house with the big guns they were carrying.
That was good,
as they were more likely to be focusing on Tama's house and not the
one they were in next door. It may give them a chance.
Martin’s
stepfather came out of the lounge room shaking his head groggily,
standing in their way. "The pigs are next door, what the fuck, have
you two done now?" He said, looking directly at Martin. He never
spoke to Tama; he did not even acknowledge him half the time.
"Nothing...
Not that you would give a shit about it anyway". Martin tried to
push past has bulky frame.
His
stepfather stood his ground, "Fuck you Martin you little bitch,
once they are done next door they will be here for sure looking for
you two. I am not having them kick my door in causing me
aggravation. Your mother doesn't need it either."
Martin could
not believe he was trying to use his mother against him. "Fuck you,
you don't give a shit about my mother, just hanging around getting
wasted all the time, letting her support you. I'm not scared of you
anymore you fat lazy waster...” Martin paused to catch a breath; he
did not want to get into this right now. “We're out of here anyway
so there won't be any aggravation".
“ I know
what you have done… I know where it is.”
“ You’re full of shit old man.” Martin stared into his eyes, trying not to let
the little boy in him give the predator any power. What the fuck
could he
would never get his friend back.
“ It’s
better than what we have now Star, they’re a fucking family, and
they look after their own. I want some of that.” He was still
fizzing and his words came out faster than normal.
Martin was
about to say something when he heard the faint whistle from outside
in the distance, it was a warning whistle that was repeated over
and over as it was passed from person to person in the
neighbourhood. The unmistakable sound of big powerful engines
winding up as they accelerated up the hill from the flat sea level
suburbs of South Dunedin followed the whistle. A sound they
recognised instantly as trouble.
Tama had heard
the same sounds, in the drug induced space occupying his brain a
couple of synapses had managed to fire in the right order, his
brain had told him the trouble was coming for him, and it was
probably right. Martin watched as his friends pupils dilated in
fear, his breathing became short. He started to have a panic
attack, something Martin had not seen since their childhood. Fear
was never Tama's friend.
He pushed
himself off the bed and went to the window, outside was a blur of
movement, Police cars were sliding to a halt, disgorging the
occupants all dressed in black. Evil looking guns held in front of
them. They were all running with a purpose, eyes visible above
black scarves and below black helmets, killer ants with a single
purpose, moving with precision towards their intended target.
"What
the fuck am I going to do Star? I am fucked aren't I... They're
here for me. Fuck, fuck, fuck". Tama was almost in tears, the drugs
and alcohol in his system messing with his reasoning. He moved
about the room like a caged tiger, not finding any way
out.
Martin was
beginning to panic as well, it was then he saw two armed police
officers pass the window directly in front of him, close enough to
touch. He could hear their boots on the path but there was no other
sound. He realised that they were heading away from where his front
door would be.
"Calm
down Tama, its okay, I think they are going for your house, not
mine. They don't know we are here". Tama was still wired from last
night so there was no way he was going to let the Police get hold
of him in that state."Quick, we'll go out the back".
Martin
opened his bedroom door quietly; he could hear Tama breathing
heavily close to his ear, panic evident. He heard the explosion of
a distraction blast in the distance, and then heard the black ants
shouting 'armed police'. He imagined them as they swarmed into
Tama's house with the big guns they were carrying.
That was good,
as they were more likely to be focusing on Tama's house and not the
one they were in next door. It may give them a chance.
Martin’s
stepfather came out of the lounge room shaking his head groggily,
standing in their way. "The pigs are next door, what the fuck, have
you two done now?" He said, looking directly at Martin. He never
spoke to Tama; he did not even acknowledge him half the time.
"Nothing...
Not that you would give a shit about it anyway". Martin tried to
push past has bulky frame.
His
stepfather stood his ground, "Fuck you Martin you little bitch,
once they are done next door they will be here for sure looking for
you two. I am not having them kick my door in causing me
aggravation. Your mother doesn't need it either."
Martin could
not believe he was trying to use his mother against him. "Fuck you,
you don't give a shit about my mother, just hanging around getting
wasted all the time, letting her support you. I'm not scared of you
anymore you fat lazy waster...” Martin paused to catch a breath; he
did not want to get into this right now. “We're out of here anyway
so there won't be any aggravation".
“ I know
what you have done… I know where it is.”
“ You’re full of shit old man.” Martin stared into his eyes, trying not to let
the little boy in him give the predator any power. What the fuck
could he
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