I would just like to say I was inspired by the "Who Shot J.R.?" episode of Dallas when I thought up this idea. I thought it was pretty funny. Hope you like it.
Who Shot Arnold?
By James Barker
Part 1: The Crime
Arnold had taken the bus to go home from school that dark and rainy day. He reached the stop and decided to go through the alley to get home quickly. As he reached half the alley, a dark mysterious figure emerged into the alley with a gun in his hand. Arnold heard the footsteps and turned around to see the lone gunman. "Who are...YOU!" was the last words Arnold said as the stranger fired bullets into his chest then ran off leaving Arnold's lifeless body to bleed in the alley.
-The next day-
"And I would just like to say that you're all special in your own special way," Mr. Simmons went on with his usual crappy speech he made before each class as the students all tried their best to stay awake. "And to start the day I would like to say..." but the teacher was interrupted when Principal Wartz rushed into the room and ran to Simmons. "What's this all about, Mr. Wartz?"
"Get over here, Simmons," Wartz hushed the teacher as he motioned him to move his head closer so he was within whisper distance. As Principal Wartz whispered the news, the students were surprised to see all color disappear off Simmons. After the conversation was over, Wartz looked to the class. "I would like the following students to follow me to my office: Helga, Gerald, Sid, Stinky, Phoebe, Curly, Herald, and Eugene please follow me.
Simmons went on with his lesson plan as Wartz guided the students to his quarters. He had them sit down in seven separate chairs as he too took his own seat. "You...students I have to inform you of some very bad news." The kids looked at each other with confused faces not expecting what he was about to say. "You know your classmate Arnold?" They all nodded. "Well, it turns out that yesterday while going home from school, gunfire was heard and nearby people had found," Wartz took a deep breath, "that your friend Arnold was shot by an unknown gunman."
The kids' faces all grew pale. Helga looked like she was going to die but no other student saw that. Gerald clenched his fists together in rage. 'Who the hell would do that?' he thought as he grinded his teeth. "He's not dead but unfortunately he's in a coma at the hospital and it's not looking good."
"Well why did you call us here?" Gerald asked trying to control his anger.
Wartz had a serious look on his face as he eyed each of the kids like a hawk. "From the evidence police had found at the scene of the crime, the shooting points to one of you in this room." Everyone's eyes went wide with shock and the news made Gerald even angrier. 'Why would I be a suspect? I'd never hurt him! Never!' "Right now the police would like all of you to head to the station with me. They just want to ask you some questions and get alibis. Now if you'll just follow me."
The trip to the police station had taken less than twenty minutes. There, each of the kids were questioned and brought to get their finger prints examined. The whole deal had lasted an hour and a half and that had been enough to make Gerald know what he had to do. After the police questionings, Gerald left for the hospital.
There he was told the room number and found himself in front of Arnold's lifeless body. "Who the hell did this to you, Arnold?" The body just lay motionless. "I swear on my life I'll find the bastard who did this to you. I swear it!" He took Arnold's hand and did their famous hand shake. "I swear it."
As Gerald left the room and down the hall, Helga snuck into the room and quietly closed the door. She stood before her beloved and collapsed to her knees. Tears welled in her eyes and she laid her head on his lap and cried.
I hoped you like the first part. I'll bring another soon as well as another Titan Hunt and Jim Bar chapter. R&R and thanks.