Working on matching the emotion in my writing with the art. I know this type of thing isn't for everyone, but I promise you, no pixels were harmed in the process.
Janice was a fairly new officer, and she'd only been on the force about six months. A more experienced officer may have done a better job clearing the abandoned building. Unfortunately for her, she never saw the boy until it was too late. A flash of steel and the threat of violence was all it took to disarm the rookie.
Minutes later, her partner opened the door. Jack raised the knife to Janice's throat and instinctively, Liz dropped her weapon and tried to de-escalate the situation. "You don't have to do this. Just put the knife down now, and we can work this out. There's no point in making this worse for yourself. Let her go."
Jack listened intently to her words, and then a grin spread across his face. "I have a better idea, officer. Kick the gun over there, shut the door, and get your handcuffs out..."
The blood drained from Liz's face as Jack's words sunk in. This is not at all how the training at the academy went. She stood there for what seemed like forever, and then finally, she kicked the gun away and slowly shut the door.
Janice was a fairly new officer, and she'd only been on the force about six months. A more experienced officer may have done a better job clearing the abandoned building. Unfortunately for her, she never saw the boy until it was too late. A flash of steel and the threat of violence was all it took to disarm the rookie.
Minutes later, her partner opened the door. Jack raised the knife to Janice's throat and instinctively, Liz dropped her weapon and tried to de-escalate the situation. "You don't have to do this. Just put the knife down now, and we can work this out. There's no point in making this worse for yourself. Let her go."
Jack listened intently to her words, and then a grin spread across his face. "I have a better idea, officer. Kick the gun over there, shut the door, and get your handcuffs out..."
The blood drained from Liz's face as Jack's words sunk in. This is not at all how the training at the academy went. She stood there for what seemed like forever, and then finally, she kicked the gun away and slowly shut the door.
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