The day the PSNI murdered the RUC.

The day and hour that the PSNI murdered the RUC was a sad day all round for the entire province, all those many years ago back in 2001. You see the RUC were a quaint and kind police force, friendly and polite, the type of people to take your every thought and worry into consideration. The PSNI on the other hand were a bunch of egotistical maniacs.
But for as much as the PSNI were egotistical maniacs at least they were kind to Victims.
This all may very well be true. But it is far more likely to be a figment of Rachelsarah Glasgows, the poor little Scottish girl, sleep deprived and narcoleptic imagination.
Rachelsarah lay deep in pain and desperately trying to wake up. She was stuck in her recurring nightmare that the Police Service of Northern Ireland had been forced to disband and had been replaced by the Armoured Bears of Svalbard.
''Where did you go? No don't go!'' She cried out in her sleep. ''I'm sorry I called the Bears. All I want to do is join.'' The dream took a turn for the worse when she found herself back on the plateau on Lybster beach. The nic CID man from Grosvener Road was there.
''Look you're Rachel Fegan now and besides you're only 19. You're too young to join the New Look RUC. Get a grip of yourself, you'll never be a WPC!''
''Just because I can't remember you're name, Andy Barnes or John Henry, whatever it is it doesn't mean I can't join. And anyway I'll be 30 soon I'm not 19 anymore.''
Darkness overtook the beach and Rachelsarah wanted nothing more than for the shaking to stop and for to wake up. She was back in her room in Rathlin Ward crying herself to sleep. ''I'm sorry Constable Stewart I didn't mean to call you so much. Why can't you get me out of here?''
No response. The Armoured Bears patrolled the quaint little streets of Belfast and Rachelsarah awoke to the soft spring sun of Beechmount 2016. In a daze she realised that she had finally taken the biscuit. She must of pulled a muscle in her back during her latest undiagnosed Narcoleptic fit.
''How long will this go on for til I get ahold of some anti-epileptic drugs?'' She muttered to herself while trying to sit up. ''Ow Ow Ow.''

The day began bright and early for Constable Steven Bell. He strolled into Woodbourne Police Station at 6.30am ready to get changed for a long day shift ahead of him. With the centenary of the 1916 Rising, the night before had seen some mayhem across Belfast and beyond; he expected to be picking up the collateral damage that day.
So when he found himself on a call to Beechmount about standard harassment he was a little surprised. Now was not the time for ordinary crime.
He knocked the door. A light came on, someone fumbled with a key. The door opened and there stood a girl in dodgy pink pajammas and a Scottish style jumper.
''Rachel.'' He smiled in a friendly and appeasing manner.
"Hiya." She tried to smile but all the worry turned it into a half grimace.
''I'm Constable Steven Bell.''
''C'mon in.'' She led him through to the living room. ''Sorry bout the pajammas I'm just waiting on my clothes drying.''
''That's no problem.''
''And the cats and the mess.'' The house was tidy; not tidy enough for Rachelsarah. She sat down and ushered for Steven to sit, which he did.
''So are you receiving harassing messages from an ex partner?''
''I've never met him. Well we met online. We've spoke over the phone and skype like but.'' She tried to gather her thoughts and wondered how to carry on without sounding like a mental bitch. ''Basically the other week I cut contact with him and he just kept on phoning and texting and skyping so I phoned 101 and the fella telt me to text him saying to leave me alone. So I did.'' She stopped a little red in the cheeks and breathless for getting everything off her chest.
''And he carried on trying to contact you?''
''Aye he did.''
''What's his name?''
''Liam Ellison. To be honest I don't know all that much about him apart from that, he's from Newry and he's 33. But a mean he was saying if I didn't contact him he'd phone my sister over in Scotland. I didn't think he would but in the end he went through my Facebook and got my sister and my friends number. We're not even connected on facebook like... I feel a bit daft telling him so much personal details about myself but...'' She tailed off.
He took details from Rachelsarah and left with the promise of phoning Liam for her.

Rachelsarah lay thrashing on her makeshift camp bed on the floor of her new flat; it was made of cushions, a sleeping bag and a tartan tweed blanket. She was stuck in another nightmare. Stuck in another fit.
''You're going on a mission love. See if you're fit to join the Police.'' The Sergeant said.
''Ok.'' Rachelsarah replied.
''Take this shirt, button it up and put on this bullet proof vest.''
''Where are the Polar Bears?''
''They are out there trying to take over.'' The Sergeant told her. ''They have got the public vote too.''
''Ok Sergeant. I'm away on here. Tell James I'm sorry.''
The dream was shadowy and menacing. Rachelsarahs back ached.