#notanasshat

The detective laid upon his couch, passed out and dreaming of things that only Harvey Bullock could dream of. On his chest was a pocket sized notebook, his cell phone, and his tie, loosened considerably. The ache of exhaustion had gotten the better of him. The television was still running, quietly, one of those classic movie channels was on and there was a late night science fiction marathon. His balcony doors were cracked open, a cool, little breeze moving through his apartment. On his coffee table were six empty beer bottles and a plate that Harvey had no trouble finishing.

This was no supposed to happen.  She wasn't supposed to get caught stealing and she definitely wasn't supposed to get cornered by three guys each twice her size.  This never happened.  Well, not the cornered in an alley way part anyway.  She'd gotten caught stealing, but she almost always got away.  This time was different, this time she knew she'd made a huge mistake. So, in true Selina fashion, she attempted to persuade them to let her go.  She'd return what she stole if they let her go.  And after all, why would they want to hurt a little kid anyway.  She tried appealing to their rational sides, their greedy sides, even their emotional sides.  Nothing worked. So, her next step was to scream.  As loudly as she possibly could.  So she did.  Selina probably screamed for a good thirty seconds before one of the men punched her in the gut, causing her to gasp and sink to the ground.  Generally, Selina was strong.  But she was small and these men were definitely a lot stronger than she was.   Her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach where she had been punched and she tried desperately to protect herself as feet came flying toward her, impacting wherever they could.  Selina attempted to scream again, but she could barely breath, much less scream. She just prayed someone had heard her the first time.  Or that someone would hear them laughing and berating her.