Chapter 11: Day 35

Dimmsdale was a safe place to live, a family value city. Yes the were crimes committed in the city just like in any other cities. Crimes such as looting, rubbery and every now and then a bank stake out but not killing never killing. It was horrifying what had happened because Dimmsdale was a safe place to live. This sort of thing never happened in the peace city.

Pushing his glasses up his noses the police deputy general frowned as he looked over the case once more. Twelve year old boy founded with multiple stabbed wounds in the parking lots of Dimmsdale high school. It was so uncommon. Who would stab a little boy close to death? To the point of him being in critical conditions? Who could do something so unnatural as to harm a child, a little boy at that rate? Who?

Closing the files the man stood, all energy drained from him. He had taken the job in Dimmsdale because he knew it was a safe city to work in as a police officer. Now? Now he wasn't so sure any more. Because if someone could harm a child, aiming to kill said child then no one was safe. And that meant his job just gotten a whole lot harder. Because for the first time in it's history Dimmsdale might actually have a serial killer on their hands. Something no one was prepared for.

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"Oh my God," Veronica said as she turned up the news report, forgetting Trixie hair for a moment. "That is so..."

"Not cool." Trixie said as she swung her legs over Veronica's bed and moved closer to the television, her hands trembling by her side. It was so strange seeing the boy who once held a crush on her laying in a pool of what appeared to be his own blood.

On the screen the scene changed from the image of Timmy's body to that of a pretty reporter and a tall blue haired boy.

"It was horrible man," The boy said as he explained coming back to his car with his girlfriend and finding the little boy just laying there not moving.

"And of course you call the cops right?" The reporter questioned and the boy nodded.

"Yeah I did but someone else had already called them."

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What was her sister doing? How could she let the boy that she love get hurt like this? Tootie wondered as she paced her bedroom floor, tears falling down her chin. It wasn't fair. How could it be him of all people? The were so many other people at that 4th of July celebration yet it was him, her Timmy, that got hurt. It was him that was now in the hospital in critical condition. And where in the world was that evil witch of her sister? No where that was were. No where to be found as usual.

Slamming her fists into her bedroom wall, Tootie screamed. She should have been keeping an eye on him, like she had when they were younger. But she had thought her sister could handle it, could protect the boy if not from her self but at least from every other person who could have harm him. Her older sister was weird that way. Vicky never shared what she considered her's with others and that included someone she dubbed her punching bag. So Tootie had been hopeful that that meant Timmy was protected if not from her older sister at least from everyone else that could do him harm. However she guessed she was wrong. She never should have trusted her love in the care of her sister.

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J paced the his bedroom floor, back and forward, back and forward. Upon his bald headed face was a deep frown. As much as he hated the fact that his long time best friend was in the hospital he just could not help but feel more fearful for him own safety then his friends. Why? Because he knew, though he could not proved it, that his buck tooth friend attack had something to do with the recent release of their childhood bully, Francis, and that deeply troubled him.

J stopped pacing and buried his face in his hands. This was his fault and he was scared. This wasn't supposed to happen. Francis wasn't supposed to get out, not for at least ten years anyways. This wasn't supposed to happen and A.J was scared. He had been one of the few among their friends that had encouraged Timmy to set up the dark haired boy and have him locked up for good. Only now it seems that everything was falling apart and Francis knew that he had a hand in his ruination. And A,J was scared because he knew he and Chester were next.