It's me again. Luckily, this time I can just copy and paste my story in here. I don't know if there's a word limit or anything per post, so I'll post Chapter one in 3 parts.
NATURAL DISASTER
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001: "Technology - What a Bummer!"
"Freeze!" yelled an authoritative voice. Mikael Jonson turned around just in time to die.
He tried to scream. "Holy-" was all he got out before the impact of a SISG* wave hit him full on. He toppled backward - slowly, it seemed - and hit the cold pavement hard. He then discovered that he was ultra-sensitive to the hyper-sonic sound waves produced by the SISGs. He felt a slow rhythmic pounding in his ears and then nothing. Slowly, he stood up.
Eyes wide, he began to say something he would never finish: "I'm... I'm not ult-" and he was cut off by the all-to-familiar "POP" of a person's eardrums exploding with pressure. He howled in pain and - gripping his ears - fell writhing to the sidewalk and screeched at the top of his lungs while the police force stood over him. There was nothing they could do to save him.
But they could do something to prevent more deaths like his.
As Thomas Smith watched the man he had just shot, he began to think. He thought What if we all sign a petition to end the distribution of SISGs? Smith was getting sick of watching men bleed to death through their ears. Especially men like this one. He had skipped bail (he was due in court 3 weeks ago for association in a hitman organization), and now he was dying. As Mikael Jonson screamed his last scream of life and ceased writhing, Smith spoke up.
"Guys," he whispered, turning his eyes away from the dead man and torward the other members of his squad. "Guys... We should start a petition."
The rest of the squad turned to him with a blank stare on each of their faces.
"A petition to end distribution of the SISGs! Come on! Look at this guy-" and he pointed to the stone-still figure laying on the sidewalk -" and tell me that we shouldn't end this!" he cried out desperately.
Jasmyn Claire stared thoughtfully at Jonson's body. After a few seconds, she spoke.
"You're right, Smith. We should petition to end things like this," her voice was a barely audible hoarse whisper. Very soon, the rest of the squad members voiced their approval.
Jacob McKain's voice rose over the rest: "Everyone thinks technology is making things better, but look at Jonson and tell me they're right!"
Jokingly, Erin Miller said "Yeah! Technology - what a bummer!" and everyone smiled. It was Miller's personality to turn a somber moment less somber. That was a necessary skill for a police squad member in the year 2057.
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Zeta Squad returned from the suspect hunt earlier than expected. Smith, Claire, and McKain cooperated to pull out the body bag containing Jonson. Captain Jeffrey Sterling glanced up through the bullet-proof glass near his desk and sighed. He put down his coffee (he preferred it black) and walked towards the front door.
"Wouldn't cooperate?" he asked still staring at the bag.
Miller walked past him. "Nope. Ultra-sensitive." She opened the refrigerator. "Got anything to drink?" After waiting, unsuccessfully for a response, she began digging through the fridge's contents.
Sterling walked out into the police parking structure and helped the luggage carriers. He was extremely somber. The other's weren't quite as somber, but he never really understood why.
"Stupid sound..." Claire muttered. No one mentioned anything to Sterling about the petition. They would wait for just the right moment.
"Any calls come in, Captain?" Smith asked, just as he always did. The Captain tilted his head back thoughtfully.
"No, none that I can recall," he replied. "You should probably ask the Chief, though. He might have - " a voice from nearby the refrigerator cut him off.
"Hey! Look what I found!" Miller excitedly exclaimed. She was running towards the group, holding something in her hands. She was looking down at the object and nearly ran into McKain. Screeching to a halt, she slowly opened her cupped hands. Inside was something no one had seen in over thirty years. It was a little kitten.
Everyone gasped in awe. They were so surprised, they dropped Jonson's body right onto the floor. THUNK! They just stared at it, mouths gaping open. Then they were just the opposite, everyone wanting to talk at once.
"Where did you-" "Was that thing in the fridge?" "Is it a boy or-" "SHUT UP!!" and everyone did. They were all looking at Sterling.
"What?" Miller asked. "Too loud for ya?"
Sterling glared at her for a few seconds and then voiced his own opinion.
"We should get a test done to make sure nothing's wrong with it. Then we can name it and train it and everything," he suggested. Everyone nodded. "Thank you! Gees! You'd think you people were only six years old!" he exclaimed.
"Maybe we are," Claire muttered suspiciously. "Maybe we are..."