I awoke from my menial slumber to an emergency broadcast message coming from the radio on my kitchen counter. The theme of the white bear plays for a few moments before a rough and stern sounding female voice coming from several of the intercoms around the block. "Housing Blocks 201-B through 401-B, You are under inspection. Present yourself downstairs to local bobbies in an immediate and quick paced method. Do not try to hide and do not try to run. We will hunt you and we will catch you. This is a warning and a mercy." Then the theme of the white bear plays for a few moments before the radio turns back off.
I quickly get dressed, buttoning up my shirt and my trousers and I am about to put on my pin before a violent crash comes from my door. The hinges to the door are broken and it swings open with a thud, a black emerged from the doorway before retracting. Then they flood in. One, Two, Three, Four Bobbies, Two I recognise from before one of them being the bobbie with silver hair from a few days earlier and the other the superior with the silver stripes. The other two have white masks covering their faces, their golden eyes shining from behind with a divine intelligence. I have no time to move, as the two with masks would approach me slowly as the silver haired rascal rushes past them just to slam their truncheon into my stomach and pushing me backwards onto the ground.
My head hits with a thunk on the wall as I fall on my back onto my mattress, it padding the fall to my back at least. Crimson runs on my hand as I move it to my head and back to my eyes, My brain is not responding properly. The two with masks proceed to pick me up by my arms and start to drag me out as my consciousness fades to black.
I awake with my arms tied behind my back with zipties, I'm sitting against the wall I think but im too out of it to tell. I look up to see several other residents with their hands on the wall in front of me and I think one poor sod is laying on the ground.. One of the masked bobbies looks down to me and shines their lantern into my eyes, before looking up to their superior. I can't hear what they are saying, my ears are still ringing a bit and everything looks very blurry still. I see the superior pointing to me and mentioning something to the two with the white masks, They each take one of my arms and hoist me upwards to my feet. My head feels like someone ran it over with a dump truck with a trailer on the back of it. They are snapping their fingers in front of me, probably to get my attention so I look over towards the blurry mess. The superior walks up to me and looks into my eyes before saying in a strict gruff german accent. "Wh-r- -s -h- p--k--e "
"What?" I responded and apparently that wasn't the right answer as I got a punch to my right ribs. I cough up from the pain and continue coughing for a few short moments. The pain turns my brain back on a bit and my ears start to work a bit more.I can hear the people on the walls sniffling and holding back tears and possibly laughter as the man with silver stripes starts speaking again in his rough German accent. "Where is the package?" I answer quickly by responding in a weak tone "What package?" I get another blow to the ribs, this time on the left. I look over briefly to see another young man with blonde hair taking a truncheon to the back. He is balled up on the ground and yelping with each blow. The Germanic prick grabs me by the mouth and squeezes my cheeks with one hand and raises his truncheon to my head as if to cut off my head and speaks in a harsher and more unrestrained tone. "The one the woman with red hair gave you, We know who she is and we know what she does. Now be a good mutt and hand it over or we're gonna have a problem." I am speechless, honestly speechless. I don't know what to say so I simply stammer out in a scared and wounded tone. "I just bandaged her head up. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to. I'm sorry." I say this while looking into the man's eyes, his gaze unconditional with order and discipline probably wandering his mind. He lowers the truncheon slowly as he backs up a few feet, his eyes cold and uncalculated still locked onto mine as if unwilling or unable to look away first. One of the bobbies in the back wearing a mask speaks up slowly and carefully. "Superior Noah, I do believe this stray dog is telling the truth for once." His tone laced with a bit of gentle kindness but a stubborn stern aftertone. The man shoots his gaze to the bobbie who spoke up and as if pondering simply waits for a few moments before walking over towards the front door and opens it. He simply steps out without a word and the door shuts behind him, A frigid cold air wavering for the moment.
One of the men in the white mask cuts me loose, a gentle kindness still lingering behind those golden eyes as he gets up and attends to the others, stopping for a moment and saying sternly "Watch yourself, Those in the shadows often tempt those from the light. Now go rub some dirt on your bruises and go rest." He lingers off to the rest, I get myself up slowly and brace my hands onto my ribs. I walk slowly and carefully to the stairs, leaning my weight on the walls around me. Looking over to my left I see a red glare of contempt from the crowd before isolating myself once again. I drink some water, wrap my head and head to bed. Slowly lowering myself with the wall I flip around and slide onto my back, The pain from my wounds fading as I embrace the dark and I fall asleep once again.