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Mar-1-2009 12:15

It was a cold,November night. I was strolling my way towards my apartment,when suddenly,a car rushed by. I didn't pay attention to it,how foolish of me. I wanted to get a glass of scotch and lay in my bed,just relaxing. But little did I know,for what happened.

The car that rushed by was a car with a hitman in it,with a tommygun. ''Oh,Mr Vulkie3.'',a lady said with a sweet voice. ''Yeah,wha....'' I couldn't finish the sentence. I noticed the gun and it was too late.

The lady in the car fired the tommygun empty on me,and left after they saw me fall down. I was still alive,breathing heavily. I crawled towards my neighbour's house,and I could only rang the doorbell.

I didn't made it to see if the neighbour opened the door,because I passed out...

After solving this case,I knew what the next day happened after I got shot. The front page was full of it,with screaming title of : ''Local Sleuth shot down;believed to be victim of gang war.''

I really hoped some of my friends would find me and help me solve this case,I thought,before I passed out...

Jun-19-2009 19:53

I had never seen Anais that way before, so full of emotion, so full of life. Her chest was so warm, but my face was even warmer, i tried to pull away. Just then, the sound of gunfire filled the corridor outside. A bullet pierced through the door and scratched across Anais' forehead. In her emotional heighten state, Anais exhausted herself and fell unconscious. I called out her name and tried to stop the bleeding.

Just then the door bursted open. The silhouette of a lady holding a tommy gun filled the doorway. Who else could that be.
"So the water didn't drown you..." I said. Slowly i tried to reach for my gun.
"No, but you all will be drown in blood today." Elle snickered, point her tommy at me. "DON'T try to do that. Put your hands up, away from your weapon. Your friends downstairs are already dead. Why don't you two join them?"

A chill tinkered up my spine. Ace? Vulkie? Dead? Impossible!
"Time to say goodbye!" Elle aimed her gun at us. I closed my eyes, ready for the execution. The sound of gunshot filled the air. There was no pain. I flung my eyes open. Elle fell on the floor like a piece of lead. I took out my gun and approached the doorway. Elle was dead alright. Vulkie laid just outside in the corridor, unconscious, with a smoking gun in her hand. Her body was filled with bullets, again, just like the day she was found near her flat.

I quickly called the ambulance for Vulkie and Ace. They were both breathing. I also called the police, for body bags for Elle and Father Manfred. The story I gave was that they both came to our safe house and we killed them both in self-defense. Anais would be okay.

Too many deaths, too much pain. Lisette, Lolita, Leonard... the list went on. Would it ever stop? I really need a vacation, to get away from it all, but it seem like blood and murder followed us wherever we went. Well, that'd be another story, wouldn't it?

Jun-20-2009 04:56

(great ending Joseph,good job. Excellent. People,please comment on it and give us tips if you like ^^. The next story will begin very soon...)