Mystery Murder
Clunk! A sound from downstairs. A 23 year old man got up. He looked like a man, because of his rugged, bearded face, but in his big helpless black eyes, he was just a little boy, frightened of the world. He took a lamp, and crept down stairs. He didn't see anyone, but he knew he was there somewhere. He went to the phone to call the police. When they were on and ready to listen, he started talking. When they didn't respond if they could get to his house, he looked around, and saw the phone wire had been cut, and there was a pair of scizzors next to the cut wire. He turned around and decided to look for the intruder. When he looked in every place in the kitchen, he moved on. He heard light footsteps, but he didn't know where they were coming from. Sweat was now streaking down his face. He checked the next room, but no one was there. There was only one room left in his appartement, the bedroom. He silently walked there, lamp held high. No one was there.
This is strange, thought the man. The intruder should be here. He turned around to check the rooms again. The intruder was right there with a maniacal grin on his neatly shaven face. Before the scared 23 year old could act, the intruder knifed him, draining the life out of his weak, defenseless body. Life flashing before his eyes, the man lay down to die.
No! A thought in the dying mans head. "I shall not die!" His eyes were now cold with hatred. Somehow, somethin' inside him would not let him die. "Your mine!" The man moved with unbelievable speed, and delivered a punch to the temple of the intruder. He was dead in a bloody mess. The intruded man collapsed to the floor.
The next day, the police arrived. They had traced the call to the man's appartement.
"We're here," one of the officer's said. "This is the home of Jake Slovak. Hey, I think this is him." The police men rolled over the body, not to find Jake Slovak, but someone else.
"That's odd, he doesn't match the picture on his identification Card. Jake must have escaped. He killed this man, and he's escaped. Call for a blockade in sectors 9 and 14," the policeman said into his walky talky. "We've got a convict on the loose, and he isn't getting out of the city."
If you are wondering, this is not going to be a story, I just had so much time on my hands, that I decided to write something.
This is strange, thought the man. The intruder should be here. He turned around to check the rooms again. The intruder was right there with a maniacal grin on his neatly shaven face. Before the scared 23 year old could act, the intruder knifed him, draining the life out of his weak, defenseless body. Life flashing before his eyes, the man lay down to die.
No! A thought in the dying mans head. "I shall not die!" His eyes were now cold with hatred. Somehow, somethin' inside him would not let him die. "Your mine!" The man moved with unbelievable speed, and delivered a punch to the temple of the intruder. He was dead in a bloody mess. The intruded man collapsed to the floor.
The next day, the police arrived. They had traced the call to the man's appartement.
"We're here," one of the officer's said. "This is the home of Jake Slovak. Hey, I think this is him." The police men rolled over the body, not to find Jake Slovak, but someone else.
"That's odd, he doesn't match the picture on his identification Card. Jake must have escaped. He killed this man, and he's escaped. Call for a blockade in sectors 9 and 14," the policeman said into his walky talky. "We've got a convict on the loose, and he isn't getting out of the city."
If you are wondering, this is not going to be a story, I just had so much time on my hands, that I decided to write something.
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