[h1]Kaelyn Bellamy[/h1]

Saying she pulled the door open was a mistake – she pushed it open. The only pulling being done was more in the form of dragging him in. A tall freckled man stood before her, holding the distinct green supermarket coupons she got with every delivery. He was in a police officer’s uniform, force issued boots and everything. Knock offs had different shaped aglets. She took this in within seconds, scanning him up and down. His squad car sat outside, she could tell it was running by the exhaust puffing around the rear. A quick getaway? 

Her right hand hid in her pocket, finding a leftover dart from what she’d managed to squeeze out of a vet. Kaelyn gripped it, positioning it in her hand before aiming it. She had no idea that they were heavy and less aerodynamic than what would have been desired. It managed to pick up the coupons in his hand, scraping his finger, landing in the mesh of her screen door. His face, though, was how she knew she was in trouble. Shocked, but not as if he expected her to act normally. He seemed to foresee her acting delinquently, but in a much different way. The ease in which she gripped his collar came to a shock to her, taking him off balance and getting him a foot or two into the home as the door slammed behind them. She saw him reach for his gun on his hip, and her hands released him, just to reach for a second dart, hidden right under the other in her pocket. 

Into the side of his neck it plunged.

His gun had made it half the trip of being aimed at her, but it dropped within seconds to the floor. It wasn’t the first one to have been aimed at her. She knelt down, only moving towards him as his eyes rolled into his skull. Her arms caught him to keep his head from bouncing off the fake wood floors that covered up a faulty foundation of concrete. He was still, but these were meant for smaller animals and he wouldn’t be unconscious for more than one or two hours. Kaelyn laid him down gently, grabbing him by his hands and dragging him to her bed. Laying him on the pillow top seemed much too ceremonious to her – like she planned to take his virginity or to castrate him because he broke her heart. She didn’t recognize him from the time she’d run into him on the street. That had been months ago, before she stopped going out. What had he called her at the door? A rabbit?

Her messy hair found its way into a bun on the top of her head. Kaelyn felt the urge to rip it out if it didn’t stay in its place.

Surely Sector 12 would have trained someone much better than this. And they wouldn’t have sent one lone agent in. There was no reason for an officer to deliver her coupons? Had the boy carrying her groceries been hurt? He had come to let her know? She wasn’t on paper, he would never have known how to find her. Did that stupid Mexican kid call the cops on her? She always paid, why dismiss the good business? If he was working for some higher power, she would already be dead, or worse. There was a logical explanation for him coming to her door. His car had been left running because he knew he wouldn’t be long, he was just bringing a crazy lady her coupons…

But was there an explanation for what she’d done? She couldn’t go to jail – if they ran her fingerprints Holiday and Jameson would be in the next cab to the station.

Her shaky hands rummaged about his holster, finding and unhooking the handcuffs. She fastened him to her bed post at the foot of her bed. Kaelyn even patted him down for other weapons. Not that she would have known if she felt anything abnormal. It was all just padding. 

In his breast pocket was his badge. There was an adorable ID pictured followed by his position and the NYC shield emblem. It made her sick. Surely he had a mother a few blocks away who cooked him soup and toast and asked if he’d met any nice girls recently.

“Benedict Mercier,” she mumbled to herself with a sigh. “Who are you?” She set the badge on her bed, still in her outerwear, pacing between the couch and the bed. 

Worst case scenario, they knew where she was. But she couldn’t just leave right now? She didn’t have nearly enough money saved up for a change like that. And she didn’t know if it was safe to use her bank accounts. She could drain them… But what if he was just a regular person? It would be worse, after all this time, if she messed everything up herself, rather than them finding her. The satisfaction Holiday would find in that… she could see it. There was no way he wouldn’t turn her in. 

That was only a possibility, though, if she let him go.

How would she fix this?

“Problem solve, Katherine, c’mon.” She whined, hitting herself on her head like a child throwing a tantrum. 

Maybe she could tell him. Convince him she didn’t mean to assault an officer. Get him to just leave and keep his mouth shut and never come back!

“Right,” she huffed, watching him stir quietly on the floor.