Blue Light Warnings

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:warning: TRIGGER WARNING! :warning: Assault, violence, stalking, murder, and mature themes.  #WTW

⊱ :rose: ⟿ First Rough Draft ⟿ :rose: ⊰

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We hear the stories all the time, but do we think any of them are true.  These urban legends scare us, like fairy tales, which are meant to keep us from doing things that could put us in danger.  However most of us know or think we know, they are not real.  At least that is what most of us believe.

That’s what I thought and believed.  That was until last weekend.  I’ve always had the habit of driving at night to clear my head.  It was not a problem for me to have my work start or end when the moon was in the sky.  However, my parents were worried about me all the time.  I heard the stories from them at least once a week which were urban legends.  Everything from the hook man to the blue light special.  It is the latter which I would learn was more real than I ever knew.

I was on the way to work around ten at night.  I had been working at the radio station for so long, I barely even watched the path used.  I went the same way five nights a week and occasionally, one night during the weekend.  I would stop occasionally to get groceries or something for breakfast or dinner.  However, mine would be the opposite of yours.

Friday night was no different than other nights.  I pulled into the empty parking lot to make my way to the back of the lot.  The cameras could see us on the way in as the overnight crew was to park near the back door.  It was mainly for our protection and the station’s protection.  They didn’t want anyone breaking in and didn’t want anything to happen to us while we were going in or out of the station.

I was halfway across the parking lot before I saw the lights behind me.  There was no siren, just the blue lights.  I could see the light was on the roof of the car.  I guessed it was an unmarked officer.  I usually didn’t have any issues with the police.  Given they were part of those who were listening to me all the time, I usually had a good rapport with them.  I was kind of confused why I was being pulled over so I continued to my parking space which was brightly lit with camera coverage.

When I parked I waited, while I got my license and registration out.  I watched in my rear-view mirror for the officer to get out and come up to my window.  There was no motion from the car as I watched.  I knew not to get out of the car till the whole interaction was over unless asked.  I opened my phone to let the DJ on air to know I was there and what was happening.  I heard our sound manager switch the phone over,  “Are you sure you are ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.  I’m just waiting for the officer to come to tell me what I did wrong.”

“Were you speeding?”

“No,” I said still watching my rear-view.

“Were you doing anything you can think of?”

“No,” I said sighing.  “I wasn’t doing anything.  I was coming through the parking lot to the back of the building.  Just normal on my way in stuff.”

“Don’t get out of the car.  I’m turning on the camera recording,” Jareth said as I looked up at the camera.  “Ask for his badge number.”

“Gads, Jareth, it’s not like a cop is going to hurt me.”

“Look, not going to happen on my shift in my parking lot.”

I rolled my eyes and looked back at the officer’s car.  The door was finally opening.  I didn’t expect the officer to be in uniform in an unmarked car.  When he got out, he was in khaki pants and a blue polo shirt.  It bothered me a bit, but who was I to tell them what they could wear.  I put my window down all the way, but I could hear Jareth whispering to put it back up partway.

I didn’t do it.  The officer got to my window he didn’t bend down as I greeted him saying “Hello officer, could you tell me what I did?”

“License and registration, ma’am,” he said.

“Can you tell me what I did before I give you them?”

“I said license and registration, ma’am.”

Suddenly I felt nervous.  Why wouldn’t he tell me what I did?  I said “I’m sorry officer, but I need to know your badge number.  I need you to tell me what I did to be pulled over.”

“Ma’am,” the officer said finally leaning down to look at me.  He held his badge against the window track.  I could see the number.  In my mind, I made note of it - 11137.   That was when I saw he had on mirrored sunglasses.  “Since you are refusing to give me your license and registration, I’m going to need you to get out of the car.”

I was really feeling uncomfortable.  I looked at my phone then the camera on the building.  I knew Jareth was watching.  I hit some numbers on the screen on my phone.  I didn’t even know what I hit.  I just wanted to make sure Jareth was watching.  I didn’t think I had a choice, but to get out of the car.  He wasn’t giving me a choice.

I waited for him to back up from the door so I could open it, but he didn’t.  Instead, he reached in and opened the door himself.  Then stood holding it open as he came around the door.  I still had my seatbelt on as I looked at him curiously.  What was happening with this guy?

“I’m not refusing,” I said as I moved the hand with my driver’s license and registration.  “I want to know what I’m being pulled over for.”

“Ma’am,” his voice was gruff now.  He was coming right at me.  It was too late when I saw the gun in his hand.  He had it against my neck before I had time to react.  He was pushing me down across the seats and pulling at my shirt.  I didn’t even feel him pull on the seatbelt off me.

I started yelling and fighting to get his gun off my throat.  I didn’t know if Jareth had seen what was happening.  I was screaming when I felt the gun move towards my back window before it fired.  My back window shattered as the bullet went through it.  It shocked both of us.  He stopped moving and looked at the window as I turned my head.  I couldn’t see the window for the enger seat.

He recovered before I did.  I realized had my shirt half up and was working on undoing my jeans before I was able to recover.  I started to push on his arm again as I felt the heat from the muzzle getting close to my neck again.  “No,” I screamed pushing at his arm again.

It happened so fast.  I wasn’t even sure what I was doing other than fighting him and keeping that gun away from my body.  Then he was being pulled back.  He had a hold of my pants as he was being pulled off of me.  Then I dropped almost against the door frame and the driver’s seat cushion half out of the car.

Lifting my head to see what was happening, I saw Jareth and the officer fighting over the gun.  It wasn’t long before I saw Shawn pulling the gun out of his hands.  I was gasping and trying to pull my shirt back over me.  I wanted to hide suddenly.  I couldn’t think properly as I watched Jareth and Shawn subdue the “officer” before three police cars came to surround us all.

I realized I was crying when the officers had the “officer” in handcuffs while putting him in the car.  I didn’t move.  I wouldn’t let anyone touch me.  I didn’t want to feel someone’s hands on me.  Jareth and Shawn were giving statements when I started screaming for them to leave me alone.  The male officers moved off.

I don’t know when the female officers showed up with the ambulance.  I was still crying and sitting on the ground next to my car against my driver’s seat.  Finally, Jareth and Shawn came over softly talking to me.  It took them and the female officers to coax me off the ground up to the ambulance.  I didn’t want them touching me.

Later, I found out Jareth had yelled at Shawn to follow him when he ran out of the station.  He had left the camera recording when he and Shawn came out to pull him off me.  They had come out the door just as the gun fired.  I ended up at the hospital with a kit being done on me.  However, other than his skin cells there was not much evidence on me.  At least I didn’t believe there was.

The news held me and the guys up for catching the “Blue Light Rapist and Killer”.  I would have been the twentieth victim of his attacks.  What will convict him is the evidence off of the other victims and the videotape of my attack.

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That attack was a year ago. I had to testify against him.  I couldn’t look at him when I testified in court.  I still work at the radio station at night, but I am more cautious when I am driving.  Jareth or Shawn come out to get me when I get there for my shift.  Jareth or one of the morning guys walk me out to my car after my shift.  I ended up getting a new car.  I couldn’t look at the car I had even after the window was fixed.

However, I will never take an urban legend warning for granted again.

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Word Count = 1652

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