Thursday 1 September 2011

Trouble.

-this one is a bit rough sorry-

We were in deep trouble Andy had my gun. I thought is it loaded? How much is in there? My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the loader going back… but to our surprise it was empty. She could of killed us! I turned to Marcus who just looked at me like he wanted to rip the gun from her hand kill her his self then he said to me ‘’I told you she was a handful, I’m sorry’’ After everything calmed down and we all sobered up we decided to go to bed. I needed sleep I looked like a cross between myself and a zombie.

I thought a lot about the future that night. I woke to my alarm the radio person said ‘’top headline, police run riot as super intendant is on where to be found.’’ I thought I know where I am? I’ve been at home and the hospital? But what bothered me the most was what were my police doing to run riot?! I decide to screw sick leave I was going back today! I can walk and talk to I’ll be fine. Marcus was still asleep when I was getting ready to leave he had taken a week’s leave for ‘family business,’ I packed my bag I tip toed around my room getting everything I need I got to the door. I looked at the list on the door, at the top was a little package and a little note that said:

I know you will go back to work without me knowing so, just so you don’t forget anything have you got your: gun, ammunition, ID, badge, pain killers, phone, radio, belt and purse?

Don’t do anything stupid,

Love Marcus

P.S. one of the cleaners is allergic to pollen so to I put some in a little bag for you.

I found a post it note and wrote:

Gone to work,

Love you lots, take care of your sister!

I locked the door and got in my car and drove to work. It was still early when I got out the car, I swung the door open and stepped out a cold breeze hit me like a glass wall, it was still dark. I walked in to work and up to my office it was still as I remembered it black and shiny! Just as I was about to open my bag on pour the pollen down the back book case Detective Jones came in and just said ‘’Jack is refusing to say anything until he can talk to you, I know you shouldn’t be involved and everything but he said he will tell us where one of the bodies is if you talk to him’’ i felt all powerful like I held the key to a million dollars when Detective Jones said ‘’please were begging you, were running out of time.’’ I thought for a moment. ‘’yes I’ll talk to him where is he?’’ I said, so Detective Jones drove me up to where Jack was being held, on the way he said where is that rookie you had driving you about I nearly very nearly said he’s at my house but I thought no you can’t say that I just said ‘’back with is training officer I think.’’

We walked in to this smelly place it stunk of urine and rooting flesh I felt a shiver up my spine as I as escorted to where jack was being held. I walked in to the room and Jack was sitting their he just said ‘’ I love you and under the red sculpture in Millennium park’’ I turned to Detective Jones and just said can I leave now?’’ he just said ‘’it’s up to you’’ Jack handed me this letter as I was leaving.

Should I talk to him or not? I thought then I thought he nearly killed me so I decided that was it no I never wanted to see him again or did i? I went back to the office, sat down and peeled the flap of the letter inch by inch I was desperate to see what it said.


4 comments:

  1. Great stuff, Beckah - I love the warmth and the humour in your stories. '... a cold breeze hit me like a glass wall' is brilliant! And you've kept up the tension and set the next installment up beautifully. Nice work, m'dear!

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  2. Great job advancing the story, Beckah. I can't wait to see what the letter tells us. :)

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  3. Great stuff! I couldn't stop reading!

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  4. aw thankyou all the next part get a little scarey and one of the charaters turns out not to be as sweet as they appear to be.

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