Alphas

Ash started to laugh at the bewildered expressions on the cops' faces. Spitting a glob of blood onto the floor, Ash's blue eyes fogged over. "Okay...okay...no more playing...gimme the milk...c'mon..." John cast him a hateful glare and stood far too close to Ross, "Hand him over? This man murdered a man yesterday, broke into private property and is suspected to be a serial murderer. Plus...LOOK at this psycho b@stard! He's completely lost it, asking for milk, cheese, yogurt... I've knocked this kid around for an hour and not a single bone has broken, not one single scream. He bleeds just fine...there's just something freaky about this....this freak!" Ash whistled, "Ouch...good one, big man." "SHUT UP!" Cracking his fist across Ash's face, the only one coming out of the punch hurt was John. Ash laughed, "Hoooo....thank you sir, may I have another." Restraining his partner, both the cops moved towards the door, "Take him, dear god, take him. There's something wrong with this kid. Here..." he handed over the key to the handcuffs and shoved his partner out of the room. Ash blinked as blood ran into his eyes, "If you're here to punch me too...you're out of luck. I'm tired of being hit...."