Reduction in Crime Prevention

Only a few more steps and Mike would finally be home. He had worked 18 hours straight and he was ready for some much needed sleep.

As soon as he got out of his uniform, his cell phone rang. He knew in the back of his head it was the station asking him to work another shift. Mike had dreamed of being a cop ever since he could remember, finally three years ago his dream came true.

Sitting back in his recliner, his cell phone flashed that he had a new message. Getting into his voice mail, sure enough it was the station asking if he could help out with taking over the midnight shift. One of the officer’s wives was pregnant and she was finally going into labor. It was only about 3pm and Mike called in to tell them that he would help out.

He didn’t mind working the extra hours. He could use the money and he didn’t have anyone in his life at the moment. Mike’s old boyfriend Dave left about six months ago. Dave wanted Mike to be with him at all times but Mike needed more action in his life. The breakup was harsh, but they still kept in touch and remained good friends.

Mike finally drifted off to sleep, but his mind was still filled with the violent images that most policemen see day after day. His thoughts always filled with homicides, suicides, gang shootings, and bodies riddled with bullets. He always had nightmare, but it was part of his job.

Mike’s alarm clock went off at 10pm. At least he was able to get seven hours of sleep before going back to work. Mike’s mind was racing because after this shift, he was on vacation for two weeks. Dave wanted to make plans with Mike to spend some time together while he was on vacation, but Mike thought that was a bad idea. It was not the response that Dave wanted to hear, but he respected Mike wanting to be alone on his vacation.

“Why am I doing this?” Mike kept repeating to himself while sitting in his cruiser. “I turned down getting more sleep to catch kids speeding on a Saturday night” Mike sipped his coffee and shook his head. Looking down on the floor of his cruiser was his duffle bag with his street clothes. He would leave the cruiser at his house because if they saw him at the station, they might ask him to work another shift. Taking another sip of his coffee, a Firebird blasted past him doing at least 80 in a 35. Mike threw the coffee out the window and started to chase after the car.

Going down the road roughly six or seven miles more, the Firebird finally pulled over to the side of the road. Mike got out of his cruiser, with one hand on a flashlight and the other on his gun; walked over to the car. The windows were tinted and he couldn’t see anyone inside the car. “Driver, step out of the vehicle with your hands up” Mike said pointing the flashlight at the driver’s side window.

After a couple of sections of nothing happening, Mike repeated for the driver to step out of the car. Finally the driver opened up the door and got out of the car. He was a young kid dressed in baggy jeans, tight muscle shirt, and beat up adidas sneakers. “PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE ROOF OF THE CAR AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS NOW!” Mike said pushing the teen to the side of the car. The driver winked at Mike and asked “what no dinner first?” Mike was not in a joking mood. Grabbing the kid by the neck he threw him to the side of the car. “That will be the last time that you ever do that” the kid started to laugh.

“Are you on drugs or something” Mike asked shining the light in his face. “Yeah, high on life” the teen said laughing at Mike. Patting the kid down, he found his wallet. RICK COURT was the kid’s name. After finding the wallet, Mike decided to search further. Patting down his front pockets, Mike felt a lump. Reaching inside the pocket, he pulled out a folded piece of tin foil. Mike knew that he found the drug that the kid was on. “So, this is what you are on, eh?” Mike said putting the flashlight closer to the teen’s face. “Yep, you got me Perry Mason…how did you figure it out” Mike wanted to slam his head through the roof of the car, but he calmed himself down.

Upon unfolding the piece of tin foil, Mike saw a blue powder. This threw him as he was use to seeing coke or crack or has or something like that, but not blue. Mike put his nose to it, but it didn’t have any smell to it. Mike licked his finger and dabbed it into the powder, which had a very sweet taste to it. “What is this?” Mike asked as the teen turned from the car with a smirk “You will find out shortly” Mike was about to lose it “Ok, hands behind your back, I am taking you in”

Mike reached for his handcuff attached to his belt, which now felt heavier and thicker. Picking them up required more assistance that he was use too. Mike’s head felt like it was spinning out of control. “What is happening? What was that?” he asked the teen. Still smiling, the teen watched as if he were watching a show. Mike looked down to see his watch on the ground as it slipped off of his wrist without taking it off. Mike started to feel the sleeves on his uniform coming over his wrists. His gun belt started to slide off of his waist and feel to the ground. Mike knew he was in trouble and had to get help. He could see the kid grab for his cell phone and call someone “Yeah, its me; the package is being created right now” Mike was puzzled, what did that mean?

His uniform was now like a circus tent on his body and his feet moved freely around in his boots. Mike tried to run back to his cruiser to call for back up, but it was too late. Mike realized that whatever was in the tin foil was now making him shrink. His boots feel off his now tiny feet followed by his socks. Judging by the way the squad car looked, he must have been only about three feet tall down from his normal six feet. Reaching the cruiser, he reached for the door handle to open the door but it was too high for him to reach. Upon jumping, Mike could feel his underwear fall to the ground. Mike jumped up and grabbed the handle but had no strength to open the door. His clothes were becoming heavier and heavier on him. The world continued to grow taller around him. He suddenly became tangled in the fabric of his now oversized shirt. Finally Mike’s entire body could fit inside the collar of his shirt.

The teen used his cell phone again “It is done” Completely naked in the cool night air, Mike was still blindly running through the fabric of his shirt looking for a way to get out. Upon reaching the cuff that he watched go over his wrist a short time ago, he was confronted by a pair of beat up Adidas sneakers that seem to stretch for MILES. Mike had no clue what to do “HELP ME HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME” he screamed running towards the towering giant teen. The giant teen laughed as he knew no one could hear his cries. A gigantic hand circled Mike’s entire body “OH NO YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, OUR LITTLE PARTY IS JUST BEGINNING” The giant pulled from his pocket a glass jar and placed tiny Mike inside. Realizing that there were no air holes for him, the giant teen punctured his keys into the metal lid. The sound of metal scraping metal was deafening to Mike. After the holes were made, the giant took the jar with the shrunken cop and placed it on his passenger’s seat. The teen went back and picked up Mike’s uniform and went into the cruiser to see if he should take anything else.

The interior light of the Firebird suddenly blinded Mike as the giant threw his now oversized uniform and bag of street clothes onto the floor of the car. “I WILL BE RIGHT BACK LITTLE MAN, I HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF ONE SMALL PROBLEM” Mike was still in a daze as towards what had happened. Suddenly he heard a loud splash. I THINK WE ARE ALL SET NOW, YOU CRUISER SAID IT NEEDED TO TAKE A SWIM. The giant picked up the jar for Mike to see his cruiser going under the water of the lake behind them. Mike started to scream at the giant “Please get me out of here and make me normal, I promise I will not say a word about this to anyone” “Please just make me normal again, please I BEG YOU!” Mike started to sob. “BELIEVE ME YOU WILL GIVE ME WHAT I WANT BUT AS TOWARDS MAKING YOU NORMAL, THAT IS NOT UP TO ME TO DO” the giant said. The giant closed the door of the car. “GEE I HOPE I DON’T GET PULLED OVER AGAIN, WOULDN’T WANT TO SHRINK ANY OF YOUR COP FRIENDS DOWN” Mike shuttered at the thought of another cop getting shrunk down by this kid.

“DON’T WORRY, I BET YOU WILL GET BACK TO NORMAL SIZE; BUT FIRST THERE IS SOMEONE WHO IS DYING TO MEET YOU” the giant said placing shrunken Mike on the passengers seat. The Firebird drove into the night with the teen and a once six foot tall cop inside of a glass jar prison.

To be continued...