The rise of The sacred stallion

Chapter three: Convicted

I awoke at the sound of nearby sirens, and sat up rubbing my temples and realized there was a 1911 in my left hand with shell casings scattered across the floor, along with my dead family, I looked at the gun again as the front door of my house was kicked in by swat team members, I managed to get to my feet but felt lightheaded as I tried to walk to the other room, as I neared the door I was tackled without warning.

"Get off of me, I'm innocent!" I said while managing to bring my knee up and push the person off of me.
"Eeeenope, your coming in for the murder of your wife and daughter." The officer said while getting up.
"I didn't do it." I said while getting up and aiming the gun at him, while recognizing his voice as officer Macintosh from the hospital.
"Put it down and we can stop you from hurting anyone else." Macintosh said while lowering his right hand to his sidearm that was placed on his hip.

"Macintosh, subject isn't anywhere....." Another swat member managed to say while running into the room through the side door, making me pull the trigger on reflex, catching him in the chest knocking him into the door frame, and I quickly adjusted my aim and shot off a few rounds into the other guy hitting him in the neck and throat sending blood and bone bits onto the wall, and watched shocked at what I did, as he fell to the ground clutching his throat.

"Look at what you did!" Macintosh yelled while getting his sidearm out and shooting til he was empty and crawled over to the dying officer. Lucky for me only a single round of his clip managed to hit me, and catch me in the shoulder as I ran out of the house through the back door while everyone else was surely going to Officer Macintosh to see what happened.

I don't know how long I ran that night trying to get away, all I can remember is waking up in a gutter in some lonely alley with the 1911 that now made me a wanted killer in my belt loop, and my clothes were torn and caked in dried blood, I sat up carefully, grateful it was night again and looked around at my surroundings and saw a few bums walking around, some were pushing baskets around and others were around fires they had lit to keep warm in the chilly weather, and I looked down to see that my clothes were full of holes and the weather looked like it was going to snow in the next couple of days.

"You new here?" a bum asked me while walking over to me with a basket behind them and their torn clothes covering most of their body, only revealing their face and showed that this one was female, showing her soft pink like eyes, and pale white fur was gleaming as if she actually kept herself groomed despite her current living arrangements.

"You could say that." I said while going to stand up, but fell back after the stitches tore half-way and my shoulders were aching as much as my legs were from all that running, but my good arm was unable to move since I felt something grinding against my shoulder joint every time I moved it.

She sat down next to me and pushed me onto my back while ripping my shirt open, and looking at the wounds on my body.
"Your not a drug dealer are you?" she asked while ripping some of the precious cloth she had that was covering her mane, and ripped enough for me to see the green, blue, and pink mane, and began to take a single long strand of the cloth threading and then began to dig on her basket for something.

"Do I look like a drug dealer to you mam?" I asked while in too much pain too move anything.
"Maybe, then why else would you be carrying a gun and look like you've been shot up?" she asked while pulling out a needle, and put the thread through the eye of the dull needle that looked like it had been used many times.

"I'm a cop." I said weakly while watching her, not wanting to put up a fight since she was caring for me.
"Really....your cop.......in the middle of a bum camp." she said flatly while looking at me with a look that said she didn't believe that.
"Remember the jewelry store robbery from two or three weeks ago, well I was the cop that took down one of them and ended up in the hospital for two weeks." I said while raising my left arm a little.

"Really?!?!?! I've never met a hero before!" She said while smiling and getting beet red, and began to rummage through her basket again, and pulled out a newspaper with my picture on the cover, "Could you sign it?......if your not too banged up that is." She said while looking around for a pen, and eventually found a half dried marker.

I did the best with my good arm that was injured, and thought it was the least I could do since she was sewing up my side where I had been originally injured, "There you go mam." I said weakly while feeling the needle go through my skin and felt the pain as it pulled both sides of the wound together.

She bit the thread after she finished sewing and blushed when I handed her the newspaper signed with my signature, she then quickly got on top of my chest, and looked closer at my shoulder where I was shot by officer Macintosh.
"The bullet is still in there." She said while getting a pair of broken needle nose pliers out of her basket.

"What are you about to.......AGhhhhhhh!!!!!" I screamed in pain as she stuck the tip in the wound and began to pull it out even though I could feel it was stuck against some muscle in my shoulder.

"Keep still so I can get the damn bullet out." She said while she used her knees to pin me still so she could finish pulling it out without me squirming.

"There you go......nice keeper." She said after she pulled it out and put it in my uniform pocket while giggling, and began to sew the wound up.

"Are you done here?" I asked while glad the poor surgery was over with, which meant that I could either leave and risk getting busted, or I could stay and let the weather cover my tracks here since I was still wounded.

"You could stay for supper if you want, and if you don't I understand, who would want to have supper with a bum." She said while looking at me with puppy eyes.