"Into the car, kid," The officer said as he roughly shoved me into the back of a police car, handcuffs biting into my wrists. I was still in shock of what had happened in the last few hours. First, let me tell you who I am.
I'm William Cipher, but my few friends call me Bill. In the past few hours, I had just killed my parents. It started off simple, just another argument about schoolwork, and how I was letting my parents down. Normally I just brush these off, but this time, my father poked me in the face. I let it slide, but I did not like it. Not one bit. He began walking towards me, telling me how I would end up on the street if I didn't get better grades, poking with each word. Then something snapped. My hands lit up with blue flame, and my father began to rise off the floor. He twisted and lurched terribly, as he was being strangled. My mother watched all this wordlessly. Eventually, he fell limp. My mother tried to reach out to stop me, but in my rage, I snapped her neck with one thought. I stood there for a few minutes, not believing what I had just done. I immediately called 911 to tell them there had been a murder. The police arrived, and I confessed to the crime. They quietly arrested me, and you know the rest.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed as the police car went over one of the many, many pot holes in my town. I wondered what was in store for me. I wasn't going to bother denying it, there was no point. I would probably go to jail for life.
"Hmm, this might be a bad idea," I thought to myself. I tried to magically unlock the cuffs, but no luck. My magic seemed to have ran out. "Aha!" I said out loud as I remembered the hairpin I had tucked into my blond hair, just in case I ever needed to pick a lock. I had taught myself how when I was twelve, just in case. With a few twists and clicks, the handcuffs sprung open. I quietly lowered these to the floor.
"Won't need these anymore," I whispered. Now that I was free, how would I get out of the car? The doors didn't open from the inside.
"Oh, what the heck," I thought. "I'm already wanted," I quickly unlocked the window to the driver's seat with the same trick as before, and before the officer knew what was happening, I jammed the pin into his eye. Nasty, but, what other choice did I have? He screamed in pain, swerving the car all over the road, eventually slamming it into a tree, and the impact of the airbag hitting him and the blinding pain in his eye caused him to fall unconscious. I reached over his body, and found the door unlock button. I pressed it, and escaped into the cool night air. I had no idea how to get home, and I didn't want to. The police would come looking for me there. I ran into the woods, not caring if I tripped, which I did.
I must've ran for at least an hour through pitch black. Eventually I saw lights in the distance. It appeared to be a cabin in the woods, but it had signs everywhere pointing to it. I couldn't read them in the dark, but I guessed the house might've been some sort of attraction. My suspicions were confirmed when I neared it, a large sign on the roof reading Mystery Shack. I was too tired and cold to care, and I dragged myself up the porch. I pounded on the door with both fists.
"Who is it?" A suspicious voice came from the other side after some time and much grumbling.
"Please, just let me in," I pleaded. I've been running all night. Just please, let me stay the night, and I'll tell you anything you want in the morning,"
"Oh, fine. Come in," The voice replied after a while," I heard many locks being unlocked, and finally, finally, the door swung open. Peering down at me was a balding man in his sixties.
"Come on, you can sleep on the couch. Just don't touch anything. You're lucky I'm so tired," He said, yawning.
"Thank you so much, sir," I responded gratefully.
"Just call me Stan. I'll talk to you in the morning," He said, climbing the stairs to the upper level of the house." I laid on the couch, unable to sleep. Eventually, exhaustion overcame me, and I fell into the deepest sleep of my life.
