Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 116 - Hard Times

2 hours later. 

In the center of South LA, it is one place where most of the enforcers of the Zlocu, whether either the special police units, the supremacist militias or even some pro-Zlocan brigades deliver the heaviest enforcement of all zones designated as the Evolving ones. It's one where they find the largest communes of people that gathered around to seek refuge from the strife surrounding the city, which makes it plenty of target practice for the enforcers in the zone, either due to an assigned duty to observe the zone or even for the sake of their own pleasures about it. 

And when it's the latter, it's where it gets the messiest of them all. 

Near a deserted shopping mall, one whose windows have all been cracked and shattered, with rubble and debris present among every store shelf and tattered banners hanging on the ceilings, clothing racks lay broken and twisted, their fashionable wares long gone or torn to shreds. some with bullet holes scattered across almost all walls of the site, with some cups and toys scattered on the floor. Each piece signals pieces of a world long gone, one where laughs and chattering were once commonplace, but now all are gone, replaced by either long silences or the whimpers of the innocent and laughs of the enforcers. 

One scene of this type is present as five Human enforcers, all light-skinned and male while wearing the latest body armor and AR15 assault rifles drag three dark-skinned teenagers away from a desk counter near the entrance of the abandoned mall, two males and one female. The three have bruises and cuts across their bodies, mainly between the thighs, arms, shoulders, and even a very swollen bruise for the first male on the right cheek as he breathes heavily alongside his other companions who tremble at the sight of the police enforcers. 

"Listen up, boys, let's save the fun for later, you know how things are around here," the male one says while raising his arms and keeping the distance between himself and the three hostages. This man has the insignia of master sergeant that's seen in his arm. 

"Come on, now!" another policeman with a younger voice says. 

"Let's get this over with already!" another policeman with a huskier voice adds as well, all while the three black-skinned teens still kneel down from the sheer number of policemen surrounding them. While the male one in the center tries to keep his posture in check, the rest only glance down as they tremble from the pressure in mind. 

"We will, but first let's make another checkup on these rascals. Mike, get over here," the sergeant says while nodding at Mike, the one with the high-pitched voice, to approach him, which he does without losing sight of the three teens.  But just as he does so, the one with the husky tone steps in. 

"Hey hey hey, stow it down for a bit. Can't risk it if those thugs carry any weapon!" the husky policeman says. 

"Ah, of course, we almost forgot about it," the sergeant says then nods again at Mike, like he's ordering him to check on the three teens. He checks on each pocket on their pants or shits depending on the person, yet he presses his hand far more than needed to the point of touching their skins if they have a ripped hole in their tattered clothing. 

He keeps on doing this as the rest of the men chuckle at this while Mike keeps pressing his boundaries on the teens who tremble a lot from this while trying to stay quiet, lest they commit anything drastic on them for any sudden movement, even though it may be an act of futility in the long run with those men. 

After a lengthy checkup and many laughs from the enforcers, Mike steps away from the female teenager who breathes heavily while he grins widely at this sight. 

"There you go, completely unarmed, so it must be a relief, huh?" Mike says while glancing at his teammates. "Not even a pocket knife, they must be some good pretenders."