Detective Uganariasaurus 4B

When you were growing up you took self defense classes as a result of living in the busy city of L.A. Your parents always thought it would be better if you could handle yourself on your own. So you took those lessons and applied them to your actual life, disproving your theory of them being completely unnecessary, which now, come to think of it, was really a ridiculous theory to begin with… considering the fact that you seem to teleport to dangerous places all the time. Oh well.

You launch your foot at the man holding the Detective's arms and you get him right in the side. He topples over and lets go of the Detective's hands which fly through the air in the direction of the man holding your arms. You duck, trying to avoid the conflict and soon feel your arms released as well. 

By this point everyone at the table is watching and their mouths are hanging open. 

In what seems like slow motion you kick off into a run, trusting that Detective Uganariasaurus is following behind you. You burst through the door into the long hallway and run for the front of the house. The hallways are completely empty. You would sigh with relief, but you're a little preoccupied with running and all. 

You hear the clacking of Detective's shoes on the tiles behind you and you pick up your pace, confidence spewing out of your lungs with each step you take. You know they can't be that far behind you. They probably have a lot of guns too and will most likely try to shoot you. 

You make it out of the front door and bolt for the car, letting Uganariasaurus take first place and the driver's seat. Both of you slam the doors closed, locking yourselves inside and swerve out of the parked position. There's no time to put your seat belts on. You hear a car swerve into the street and know it must be the crooks. They're coming.
You feel the car speed up as the detective pushes the pedal farther down. You're speeding through intersections too fast. You don't slow down. You see buildings blur into liquids beside you and you see cars swerving off the road to avoid impact.
You're scared.
"I think we should slow down!" you yell to him, over the loud engine.
"We can't. They'll catch up to us and run us off the road. I know a place to lead them where we'll be able to arrest them," he yells to you.
"You do realize that you could just as easily run us off the road at this pace don't you?! And those guys are probably just the sidekicks. They probably don't even know anything about the crimes those men in there do!" The car picks up speed. "Detective, STOP!"
Before you know it you hear a loud blaring car horn and you feel yourself being jerked through the air, pressed against the car's door. You hear metal crunching and screeching and scraping and you don't see much because it's all happening so fast.
You're body automatically teleports itself back home as a survival instinct, but not before you hit your head on the steering wheel.



You wake up in your bed alone. It's nighttime but there's a light coming from under the crack in the floor.
You slowly put your feet onto the cold ground, a pulsing pain bursts through your head as you sit up. Slowly you walk to your door and push it open.
"I thought I told you to get some rest," your mom shakes her head at you as she walks through the hallway to the staircase. "Oh my goodness, what happened to your forehead?" Her mouth drops open and she rushes to you and moves your head into the light. "When did this happen?"

"Ow, mom, don't touch it." You push her hands away. "I have no idea. I don't remember. I probably just ran into something."

The End.

R. L. H