The new year brings new changes, well for me it does. I promised myself this year that I would upload all the stories that I finished last year. so here we go, this is the third one of many to be posted. Tommy 2 was written on Jan 3 2010 (well that's when it was typed). Hope you enjoy it. I'm not good with summeries so bear with me.
Tommy 2 takes place years later after Monk and Natalie meet Tommy the baby. now seven Tommy sees his adopitve parents murdered and he needs Monk's help to solve the crime.
hope you enjoy the story, please comment on it. Like it hate it or what ever. please let me know how I'm doing. thanks
disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters just playing with them. (that doesn't sound to good does it?) ha ha ha
Tommy 2:
The doorbell rang. Tommy, who at all cost hides when someone comes to visit, hid behind the couch.
"Can you get that honey?" a woman's voice called.
"Sure sweetie," the man faced the door. "Who could be coming around at this hour?"
A dark shadow of what looked to be a man, but could hardly tell.
"Can I help you?"
"I think so," the intruder pushed his way in, aimed and fired his gun. Terrified Tommy ran up the stairs as fast as he could, raced into his mother's room just like he had been told to do. He quietly eased the door to the closet shut; he knew he was safe in there. He heard footsteps coming closer and closer along with a dragging sound. He heard his mother scream.
He raised up on his tippy toes just enough that his eyes were above the level of the doorknob to see through the slates. He saw a long silver thing going up and down with red dripping down in drops. He heard what he thought was a gurgle then nothing. Silence. He knew he wasn't supposed to look out cause they might see him, but he had to know. Inch by inch he reached for the brass doorknob, twisting it he slowly pushed it outward.
He saw his mother slumped over in a chair with red liquid pouring down and to him a slimy snake like object on the floor. He hugged his mother, "I love you." Then darted out of the room. Down stairs he saw the crumpled up body of his father. He bent down and held his hand. "Daddy, I have to go." He whispered. He blinked a few times and sighed. "I love you," Then exited the wide open front door.