5I arrived at the crime scene 8:00 in the morning. I got out of the car. There was a nasty smell in the air. I tried not to think of it. Another police car was leaving, but I didn't think too much of it at the time.
I got out of the car and started looking for clues. I wasn't going home until I found something.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Show me around."
"Okay, but you're not going to like this."
He brought me around the front. I looked at the windows. There really was blood on them. We stepped inside. I saw dead bodies lying in rows on the floor. Bodies of... I couldn't take it any more. I looked away in disgust. I stepped outside and started looking along the streets. Nothing was on this side. Maybe I should go to the other side. So, I crossed the street, not knowing what I would find.
There was an old man on the streets. He was skinny, shabbily clothed, and looked like he hadn't taken a bath in two, maybe three weeks. He was more ash and dirt than skin. He sat crouched over his little fire like it was his life. As he spoke, with his old and worn voice, he breathed slowly and heavily, like a smoker who has smoked a hole in their throat.
"What," he paused to take a breath, "are you looking for?"
"My fiancé," My speech made me sound like a raving lunatic compared to the man's slow and heaving breaths. "she's a slim girl about my age and she's been missing for a day now. Have you seen her?"
"When," he breathed again, "was she about?"
"Last night. Have you seen her?"
"Hmm... Last night." He mumbled. "Last night... Hmmmm... I saw a girl last night."
"You did? Which way did she go?"
"I saw a man carrying a girl. Hmmmm..." He breathed again as he thought. "Yes, that was it. I saw a man carrying a girl go into the warehouse."
"Kim!"
"What was it she was screaming? [breathe] A mans name? What was it?"
"Jay, was it Jay?" I rambled madly.
He held his head still for a while. Then, he shook it. "Yes, Yes I think it was."
"Where is she? Which way did she go?"
"There were gunshots." My heart suddenly stopped. He breathed again. "There were gun shots, then there was screaming. [breathe] One came out limping, stopped, fell. They didn't move for hours. [Breathe] I thought they were dead."
"And the other, what happened to the other?"
"They ran down the street and turned into that corner." He pointed. He took one more heavily laden breath. Then he started to laugh.
Why was he laughing? My fiancé was dead and he was laughing? I ran anyways. As I ran I vowed that I would kill that son of a (lets just say gun) no mater what happened. Her death would be avenged.
I stepped into the ally and stopped cold.
There was a woman with a knife, leaning over a curled up body, a man. The murderer would kill again.
"You killed my..." The person started. I stepped on a stick and the person turned their head. Kimberly turned her head. Wait a minute?! "Kimberly?"
"Jay?"
"I thought you were...dead." we said in unison.
The sun shone solely on us two, as we embraced in the street corner. Then, we kissed. For the first time in ages, we kissed. It all made sense now, the man laughing, the gunshots, the car... She had escaped the murderer just as I sent the cops. She went to the cops just as I left, and she was just now avenging my death.
"Kim?" I said "You're my hero."
"I love you too Jay. I love you too."
Two days later, we married. And we looked after each other ever since then.
THE END
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Okay, I was trying to change it from mystery to romance. But, it didn't exactly work. Maybe I'll do better next time I get a challenge.
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