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A MILLION DOLLARS A FUCK-PART2

Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: cyrano, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

arms.His knee was still on Brendan's chest, the weight of his body cutting off his air. He was seconds from passing out... "Captain!" Det. White said sharply. Det. Raymond was off Brendan quickly. The room was quiet except for Brendan dry heaving on the cold concrete floor. Brendan looked up after catching his breath, and was immediately overcome with terror. His first instinct was to run but there was no where to go. His legs were paralyzed in fear anyway. The centurion standing between him and the door was a killer. The scariest kind. He didn't kill for glory or thrills. Killing for him was no more than scratching an itch on his wrist. And he felt as much remorse about it. Hundreds have died by his own hand, thousands more have fallen before the legions he commanded. He dripped in blood. "Get him out of here," the centurion said in a barely audible voice. Two uniform police officers escorted Det. Raymond out of the room. He gave the captain a wide berth on his way out, never raising his head. His fear was shared by every one in the room. There was something about the captain, distinct from his rank and, at six-six, his sizeable presence, that inspired fear. They felt what Brendan could clearly see. Even Tyrla bottled her irreverance and showed respect, practically curtsying on the way out. "I want this story checked out within the hour. And send for Doc." "Yes sir." Det. White replied crisply and left the room. "Captain Miller - " "I know, Mr. Turner. Your client has a ... legitimate complaint and a right to bring charges against Det. Raymond. Get your paper work together. We're not going anywhere." Mr. Turner winked at Brendan and turned to leave. "A voice inside Brendan screamed, "No! Don't leave me alone with him!" The captain never said a word the whole time they were alone. He just sat ramrod straight and stared at the wall. Finally the doctor arrived and examined Brendan. Brendan was relieved to hear there was no permanent damage to his wrists. He was given two ice packs and an appointment for a later checkup. Mr. Turner arrived twenty minutes later with a photographer to document Brendan's injuries, and some paperwork for Brendan to sign. After everyone cleared the room, Captain Miller stood and motioned his head to the doorway. "Come with me." Brendan followed him out to the police parking lot. "Get in," he said after unlocking his Impala. This was it; Brendan prepared to die. Something inside of him told him he was finally going to learn why he was given his "gift," but it was going to cost him his life. He thought about his mother. Would she have a body to identify and give her closure, or would he be forever missing? Brendan expected the captain to head east for the desert. Instead, he headed west. Brendan kept stealing glances at him. There was something noble, even majestic, about this soldier whose back was unbowed dispite his horrific experiences on the battlefield. And then the unexpected happened. Brendan was sucked into the ...