My twilight story

By: Becca M-S

CHAPTER 1

The Death Disaster

"Auntie? Auntie? Can Johnny and I have some ice cream?" I strode downstairs to where my aunt Nancy lived with us. My parents we're away at Montréal for the weekend and my little brother John-William-Keith (most commonly known as Johnny) and I wanted some ice cream. But my aunt wasn't answering. I strode down stairs, still calling 'Auntie?' the entire time. Then, I heard muffled groaning and gurgling sounds coming from her room. I cautiously opened the door, peering nervously around it. There was my aunt, laying on her bed, with a gross, jagged gash in her throat and a note jabbed in with a safety pin, on her chest. Right over her heart. At some point, I started screaming. When the neighbors arrived and started to call 911, I still don't know. But I do know one thing. Her murderer wore black. And some day, I will KILL that evil s.o.b who had killed her. A life for a life. And he WILL pay. But on the note, that note that scarred my life forever, is a sentence that will forever strike a fear so great that it's almost unimaginable, into the very core of my heart. That sentence was, 'One down. Four to go. Your daddy is next.' Then at the bottom, a little v was signed in elegant handwriting. My legs started shaking so bad, I collapsed right there and then. But in a weird way, I was still conscious. I could feel two sets of strong arms lifting me, with a kind, motherly voice saying "Oh the poor, poor dear! She must be exhausted!" then a soft bed. Then more movement. "Take her to my house. She will be more comfortable." Came another woman's voice. The old screen door creaking open, then shutting. Cold air caressed my cheeks as we walked outside. The memories of tonight flooded my mind like a flash flood. They stung like a thousand hornets but then, another door opened and closed then warmth engulfed me. A soft bed was so nice but I couldn't enjoy it. Then I drifted off into unconsciousness.

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When I awoke the next morning the sun was hidden beneath a cover of grey clouds. But the weather matched my mood perfectly. The events of the night before all came back to me. I got up, for I was still fully dressed, and dragged myself downstairs. "Good morning dearie! What a skipper morning!" Mz. Fallon was standing by the stove, making pancakes. On the table, real maple syrup and brown sugar and butter we're all laid out, real nice. I have to admit, I found her cheerful English accent a comfort. We sat down to eat. Later on, while we we're still eating, Will came downstairs. I cleared my place then I went back to my house. The cops swarmed it. They we're mostly downstairs. A girl cop ran up to me and asked to talk with me and William. She took us to 'Chuckey Cheese' for some reason. She let William loose and she sat there, asking me questions. Light, easy stuff. Like, was my aunt nice to me, did we ever fight. That kind of stuff. The something sunk in. why weren't we in a real office, with other cops around?? Finally I asked her.

"Well, ya see, my 'big boss' doesn't believe that I'm capable to question a real suspect so I decided to ask you guys a few questions. Maybe if I discover a real big clue I'll get in. It's just a dumb hope that I have. But then, they walked in.