A State Trooper Chapter 1, an alpha and omega fanfic

A State Trooper

I was on a patrol on the high way in my police cruiser and saw a car swerving back and forth.

Then my phone rang "hello"

"Dear the kids got in trouble at school"

"Sorry not the best time I'll call you back" I hung up.

"Oh great a drunken driver" I mumbled to myself as I turned on the police lights.

He pulled over to the side of the road as I fallowed him. I got out and walked over to the car making sure no one was armed.

He rolled down his window, "sir, have you been drinking tonight" I was going to continue but I saw he was aiming a gun at me, I stood there.

"I won't shoot if you leave" he told me "hand over the gun"

I did as he said I had a wife and two kids, "now get on your knees" he told me.

"Please don't shoot I have a wife and kids, please" I pleaded.

Luckily my partner was in the car and saw this.

He shot the guy and he shot me.

The guy drove into a tree, "we have an officer down" those were the last words I heard.

I would never see my sons grow into the fine young men that they will be.

Next POV

19 years later

I was at my dad's grave "hey dad I wish you were here for this, I'm going to be just like you, I'm going to be a state trooper"

I could hear his voice in my head, "I knew you would son, I wish I was there" and it faded away and started to sob.

Then my brother came up to me "Humphrey come on you need to move on he's been dead for 19 years" he said to me.

"I know but he spoke to me again, and Eric can you get me to the academy?" I asked him.

"Sure" I got in the car and left

8 months later

It was the end of the day no one could take it any more

"I'm giving up I can take it anymore" so one said.

I couldn't get them to stay. So I stood on a table and yelled "WAIT!"

I said "We've got to hold on to what we've got Cause it doesn't make a difference"

I soon realized I was singing.

If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot

Ohh We're half way there
Woah Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Woah Livin' on a prayer

We've got to hold on to what we got
Cause it doesn't make a difference If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot

Ohh We're half way there
Woah Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Woah Livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer!

I stopped and saw my friends Mooch started hit some pans Salty graved his guitar and Shakey a bass guitar and started to playing to the song so I stated over.

Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike, he's down on his luck
It's tough, so tough

Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love, mmm, for love

She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other and that's a lot
For love we'll give it a shot!

Oh, we're half way there
Oh oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Oh oh, livin' on a prayer

Tommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk
So tough, mmm, it's tough

Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers
"Baby it's okay, someday"

We gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other and that's a lot
For love we'll give it a shot!

Oh, we're half way there
Oh oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Oh oh, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer!

We gotta hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got

Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer

I was applauded by everyone but a girl who was leaving, I ran to her she had white fur and purple eyes.

"Where are you going?" I asked

She was crying "home."

"Why?"

"I can't take it here anymore!" she yelled.

Then I saw she was hurt on her arm and leg "are you ok?"

"NO!" I could tell she wasn't in good mental condition.

"Stop you're hurt" I said in a concerned voice.

"NO! I'm going to my car and leaving!" she yelled and cried.

"No you can't let me help you" I told her still com

"FINE!" she turned and aimed a gun at me, still crying.

"Listen, I'm a good guy… don't do this…" I saw her name patch it read 'privet Lily' "Lily, let me help you"

"If you want to help then… then… then, aahhh" she screamed and fell to the floor crying.

I knelt down to her "listen Lily I'll help you is there anything I can do for you?"

"Y-y-you can help m-me stop crying" she sobbed.

"Umm… ok" I helped her up and brought her to the hospital, for both mental and physical help.