(Excerpt)
“Why are they holding them?” Karla whispered.
“It’s against the law to violate curfew!” Mark said sotto voce. The rest of the Others had climbed to the top and gathered around them: concealed for now in the shadows of the house. “They can be detained for up to two years and that’s just for starters! By the time those bastards finish with them they’ll charge them with drugs, resisting arrest and anything else they can dream up!”
“The pigs knew we were gathering here!” Joan hissed. “Maybe one of their snitches told them! They’ll use the curfew violation as an excuse to question them! But they don’t give shit about curfew! They just wanna destroy the movement!”
“The first ones to leave must’ve got away,” said Consuela, “thank the One for that!”
“We can’t just leave them!” Joseph protested.
“We’re not going to leave them, Joseph!” José whispered fiercely, “but that’s a lot a pigs – a lot of armed pigs!”
“We gotta think this through!” added Consuela.
The officers had formed a half circle around the prisoners, who were lying on the ground in groups of four. All of the peacekeepers were male and, except for one Amber and one Indigo officer, all were Fuchsia.
A beefy enforcer placed his foot on the Estella’s neck. “Who are the other agitators? Where are they?” he shouted as he ground his heel into her neck. She screamed piteously. “Where?”
The enforcer kicked the activist lying next to her. It was Keith. “Tell us!” When the youth only grunted in pain, he pulled his taser, squatted and pushed it against Keith’s temple “I’m going to splatter your brains all over this pavement! Then I’m going to kill your friends!
An officer with pitted skin touched him on the shoulder. “Hold on a second, I got an idea.” He reached down, grabbed Estella’s arm and dragged her to her feet. “Darkie,” he sneered, “but you’re a pretty little thing.”
Parco cried out and tried to stand. Another officer kicked him in the ribs. “You better stay down if you wanna live!”
The enforcer with the pitted face fondled Estella’s breasts. When she twisted away he slapped her hard and tore her uniform shirt open. “By the time we’re through with you we won’t be able to shut you up!”
Without warning, a growling fury sprinted into their midst on all fours. Thick black hair covered the creature’s face and body. Her ears were pointed and furry. Her eyes, bright yellow and outlined in black. Black talons gleamed at the ends of her fingers and toes – limbs that bore closer resemblance to a wolf’s paws.
Karla snarled, revealing wickedly pointed canines. As she neared the officer torturing Estella the lycan rose and leaped: for moments airborne, to land on his shoulders – a feat that brought gasps from enforcers and prisoners alike – squeezing his throat between her thighs.
He released Estelle… she fell to the ground and scuttled backwards on her heels, her eyes on Karla. The other prisoners scrambled out of the way.
“What the hell is that?” an enforcer shouted.
“Shoot it! Shoot it!”
They edged toward the struggling pair, tasers drawn, while the man clawed at Karla’s thighs – his face now bright red from lack of oxygen. Another werewolf his sculptured muscles covered with burnt sienna hair, loped through the queue and tackled the Indigo enforcer – the one closest to his woman – knocking the taser from his hand.
Joseph roared and jumped astride the man’s chest, his fists a blur as he struck the officer over and over again. He sprang up and clutched another in his lethal embrace – tearing the man’s flesh with his powerful jaws. Blood splattered his fur. . .
Collision of Worlds 