As soon as her confrontation with the last crowd had ended, a few squad cars stopped, their sirens blaring. Her momentary glee at being able to deal with the pervs so easily disappeared as she saw half a dozen of New York's finest point their guns at her.
"Stand down or we will open fire!"
"Hey, wait! I'm no threat! Please!"
"Quiet! I want you to get on your stomach and put your hands behind your back!"
"Please! I just want some help! I was normal just thirty minutes ago, I swear!"
"We can figure that out later, now do as I say!" Jessica looked at all six faces; they were all young, maybe late twenties, early thirties. All around her age. They also looked terrified; who wouldn't while facing a 10 foot behemoth who currently had no top? Part of her just wanted to listen and have some help for once, but another part of her, a strong part, was angry. They really did see her as a threat. These puny officers with their pathetic guns...she stopped herself as she found her breathing starting to become rapid. Where was this anger coming from? "Are you hearing me?! On the ground!" The officer was shaking, his aim unsteady.
Jessica smiled back at him. "Really? You think-" She fell silent as a shot was fired, the sound ripping through the air, and she felt immeasurable pain in her abdomen. She looked down, horrified as blood began to slowly spill from a bullet hole. Just as she began to cry out in pain, she felt that same sensation fly throughout her body like it had when she first grew. This time, Jessica knew just what was coming as she smiled at her foes. "Oh, you boys aren't ready for this!"
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