Framed

Dominick whirled around to face who had spoken.

"Hey!" Came the outraged response. "What'd I just say?!"

Someone was speaking in a low voice to a transmitter. "This is Unit BR-192, in response to domestic disturbance report in sector G, subsection 22, residence 763. Report shots fired has been confirmed. One casualty. Suspect’s in custody: one Caucasian male, 17-19 years of age, black hair, 1.6 m. Following up search advise."

Dominick listened in shock. "My... my brother... he--"

A rough voice cut him off. "Do yourself a favor kid, shut the hell up. Now put your hands up and walk this way," the officer commanded.

Dominick hesitated, unable to believe this was happening.

"Come on, asshole," the man barked. "I ain't got all day."

The cop pulled out his gun and motioned to the wall with it.

"What-- What are you doing?"

"I'm playing hopscotch. What does it look like I'm doing?" His sarcasm burned like thrown acid. He shoved Dom against the wall and started patting him down. "Don't turn around."

He kept trying to explain. "I-I think there's a mistake.. I think you're making a--"

The man in the uniform shoved the gun against his face. "Do you really wanna piss me off? Shut the fuck up and stand still."

His partner interrupted the threat with his discovery of the gun. "Hey... gotta weapon here."

"So scan it."

The partner raised his mask to get a better look. "Easy for you to say. Thing's covered in blood." He pulled out a flat machine with an LCD screen on it and began to swipe it over the gun. "Here we go...

Weapon serial number 4866235-TWPD.

Registered to...

Marquez, Dominick.
Age: 19 years.
Blue eyes, black hair,
1.62 meters..."

summary written by Cherie