Her sign was gone. Her lip was busted open and blood was gushing all over her t-shirt. As Izzy rushed toward her, her intent to leave forgotten, Aslyn She grabbed the hem of her shirt sleeve and held it to her lip.
Izzy running flat out, toward the warring factions, sign held aloft, drew the attention of uniformed officer coming to the aid of his fellow officers in riot gear. He launched himself toward her, tackled her to the ground and pressed her face into the cement of a sidewalk as he attempted to cuff her while she struggled.
“Aslyn! Aslyn!” Izzy screamed. “Are you okay? Aslyn!”
Aslyn tried to go to Izzy but she didn’t get far. She was stopped by an officer in full riot gear who jumped in front of her, grabbed one wrist and spun her backwards, holding her back against his shield un
