Lady Murder
Chapter 8- Murder is on the air!
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Bridgette sat in her bedroom, wondering what Geoff and Amira were up to now. Maybe they went over to Courtney's, settled the whole thing, and everyone was okay now. Maybe Duncan woke up, and everyone was laughing and having a good time. Maybe Courtney was coming over to apologize to Bridgette and then they would hug and they would be best friends again.
Maybe not.
She turned on the radio. Good tunes we're always something nice to listen to.
Her favorite radio DJ's we're on, talking about the city. They then went straight to Lady Murder.
"I heard that she's striking soon."
"Creepy."
"Yeah, the cops want you to call up if you have any information."
Just then, she heard a bang on the radio. "Hey, who's this?" said one, and then all you heard were a couple bangs and crashes.
"Hey man, what's wrong?!"
"Wait stop!"
And then everything was quiet.
Bridgette was about to call the cops when she heard another voice come through the radio.
"Hello."
It was horribly eerie sounding. She could tell that they had something to disguise their voice.
"Radio listener's of 99.9, know that you are the first to ever have a discussion with- the one and only- Lady Murder!"
She jumped, getting away from the radio.
It's her?
"That's right!" said the voice cheerfully. "Now, as I promised, I said you'd hear a lovely tune. You know how people's records sell way more after they've died?"
Bridgette gulped. She hoped she wasn't about to say what she knew she would say.
"Ever heard of a beat boxer who calls himself 'M.C. Harold?"
Bridgette nearly fainted. "Harold?" Not from T.D.I. It couldn't be.
"Well, here's his latest- or may I say, last hit."
Bridgette felt herself crying.
"Ever."
She picked up the phone, dialing 911. Bridgette heard her say her final words though.
"Your most loving princess is on the air, and out to kill! Love, Lady Murder."
Then a rap song came on. It was Harold's.
"This is 911, what's your emergency?"
"It's Lady Murder." She said, her voice shaky.
The dispatcher sighed. "Again."
Yes. Again.
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Oh yeah!
Go Lady Murder!
Ah, I love this story.
R&R!
