Free Animal 2 by K'wan Page A

faded when he saw himself in one of them.
INTERROGATION ROOM B.
    â€œCain Collins.” Detective Brown read from the folder containing Cain’s rap sheet. “Grand larceny, assault, possession, grand theft auto . . . the list goes on. At seventeen, you’ve got a longer rap sheet than men twice your age. Your mother must be proud.”
    Cain simply rolled his eyes and remained silent.
    â€œWho was the other guy that was with you, the one who ran off?”
    Cain shrugged.
    â€œThe strong, silent type, huh? Funny, I’d have taken you more for the pretty boy,” Brown said, taunting Cain.
    Cain’s muscles tensed as if he wanted to spring, but he kept his cool.
    â€œOh, you don’t like people talking about your little beautymark?” Brown reached to touch Cain’s scar, and he jerked away.
    â€œKeep your fucking hands off me!” Cain spit.
    â€œShut up, lil’ nigga. You ain’t calling the shots around here. I am.” Brown jumped to his feet. “Now, you keep shooting that smart mouth off, and I’m gonna knock your teeth down your throat.”
    Cain looked up at the detective. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to get scared? You ain’t ’bout shit, toy cop!”
    Brown grabbed Cain by the neck and yanked him out of the chair. “There’s that big-ass mouth of yours again.” He gave Cain a good shake. Cain drew his fist back to strike, but before he could follow through, Brown had his gun drawn and pointed at his temple. “Go right ahead. Give me a reason to splatter you, sucka!” Cain wisely calmed down. “That’s what I thought, muthafucka.” He shoved Cain back down in the chair and sat back down himself.
    â€œWhat the fuck you want from me, man?” Cain asked with an attitude.
    â€œI want you to die in the fucking gutter, but I know I ain’t gonna get that, so I’ll settle for a name.” He slid a picture across the table to Cain.
    Cain looked at the picture. “Who the fuck is that?” He faked ignorance. He didn’t know the man in the picture’s name, but he knew his face.
    â€œThat’s the muthafucka you and your cronies put to sleep a few days ago,” Brown said.
    Cain looked at the officer in disbelief. “Nigga, you got me fucked up. I don’t know nothing about no murder, and if I did, what the fuck makes you think I’d tell you?”
    â€œThe same reason they all tell me, son. You don’t wanna grow old in prison. See, you think you’re hot shit because you’re running with that little scum-fuck Ashanti, but you ain’t really ’bout that life. I know a killer when I see one. Ashanti, that kid is a murderer, but not you. You sweet, youngster. I can smell the sugar coming all off you.”
    â€œFuck outta here with that shit,” Cain said, trying to keep his anger in check.
    â€œWhat, you mad? Like I give a fuck. If you’re really mad, get your black ass up outta that chair and do something,” Brown said, challenging him. Cain remained seated. “Just like I thought, pussy. Now, you can play that gangsta shit all you want, but I know your monkey ass. I see dozens of fuck-tards like you on a daily basis. Angry little piss-ants, born to less-than-shit-ass parents who were either too lazy or too dumb to use birth control, so it falls to good citizens like us to clean up their bullshit.”
    â€œYou don’t know shit about me,” Cain spat.
    â€œOh, but I know enough. You’re the son of a two-bit crack whore, who’d rather suck dick for a blast than make sure you ate a decent meal at night.” Brown laughed mockingly.
    The truth in Brown’s words cut Cain like a hot knife and sent him into a rage. Without even thinking about it, he was on his feet and leaping across the table. Brown was caught by surprise, so the first blow hit him square in the chin and knocked him out of the