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do own the plot of the story.
Summary: This is pretty much something like the books Clue, you will be given clues and I would really appreciate if you take a guess who the criminal is.
Dedication: This story is to the four canadian soldiers who were killed by an American dropping a bomb on them, and the other eight canadian men who were badly injured by the same bomb!
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Murder at Midnight
The moon hung high in the sky, a man in his mid fifties looked at the person who stood on the other edge of his small apartment room. The man stood near the window of the apartment, he could feel the cool breeze coming in through the window.
"What the fuck do you want?" the man asked the person, in a disturbed kind of voice. The person looked at him, and did not say anything, anger filled them near the boiling point, but the person decided not to use their powers not yet, they were still trying to calm down from using their powers to enter the apartment building.
"I want to make sure that you never hurt anybody ever again!" the person said, slowing the words down at ever again, the man felt the cool shudders run up his spine. The man looked at the person, he could see in the light of the moon, the person pull out a .33 caliber pistol.
He looked at the gun concentrating on its steel frame, trying to get it out of the person's long thin fingers, the person gribbed the gun tighter as the invisible force tugged at the gun.
"Cut the telekinetic crap out!" the person said in a dark voice. The man looked at the person and saw a knife, its long silver blade shone brightly. He looked over at it, and quickly picked it up with his mind and flung it at the person. The person jumped in time to miss being hit square in the stomach but got a long, deep gash in their upper leg. The person stood up with a bit of help from a chair that was nearby.
"Now that was a stupid move!" the person said, aiming the gun.
"Do you have any last words asshole?" the person asked, this time their anger flooded their speech, the man looked at the person, he could barely see the person but he knew exactly who it was.
"Why should I be sorry!" he asked in a light none caring tone, "I killed your whore of a mother, she deserved to be murdered as did those other hookers. God will punish her and the others now and forever they will burn in hell for their sins!" he spoke, than looked up into the person's eyes. "As your soul will burn in hell too, if you murder me!" he heard a light laugh coming from the person.
"Do you except me to believe that bullshit!" the person said, firing the gun. A bullet hit him in the chest, he could feel the warm blood pour over his shirt. He could see the person a bit better in the moonlight, he could see a smile spread over the person's face.
"Why don't you finish what you have done!" he yelled, now at the person, part of him hoped that someone would hear it and come to his rescue.
"I want you to die, like the way you killed my mother and the other women, painfully!" The man's blood was now dripping in a circle around him, he could see the person disappear outside of the door, he could hear the person carry two things that sounded like water splishing and splashing as they made their back towards him. He looked over at the blood stained knife, and with the last ounce of strenghth he used his telekinetic powers and picked up the knife, sometimes dropping it, from the pain that was in his head, he finally managed it and through the silver knife out the window. He could hear it landed against the pavement outside. He wanted anybody but the person to find it.
The person finally made it back into the small apartment, the man looked at the person once last time, he could smell the stench of gasoline, he saw the person open the canisters of gasoline and pour them around his apartment. Until everything was drenched including himself. The person lit a match and looked down at the man, from the door way.
"Burn in hell, father!" the person said as they dropped the match into the apartment, as the person ran quickly outside, towards the silver car that was waiting around the block and drove quickly away from the scene. The person could hear the sound of cops, ambulances, and firetruckers racing towards the flaming building. The person prayed that nobody else got hurt by the flames that were engulfing the evidence. The car drove quickly the person's mind soon came off the subject of their father, and to where they were headed.
The person got out of the car, when they arrived at their destination, and limped towards the door, pain filled their upper leg. The person quickly went over to a computer and typed in a few letters, and did an eye scan.
"Welcome Back To Sanctuary!" the computer said.
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I WILL CONTINUE MY STORY TO GIVE YOU A FEW MORE CLUES IF I GET FIVE REVIEWS
HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT
Summary: This is pretty much something like the books Clue, you will be given clues and I would really appreciate if you take a guess who the criminal is.
Dedication: This story is to the four canadian soldiers who were killed by an American dropping a bomb on them, and the other eight canadian men who were badly injured by the same bomb!
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Murder at Midnight
The moon hung high in the sky, a man in his mid fifties looked at the person who stood on the other edge of his small apartment room. The man stood near the window of the apartment, he could feel the cool breeze coming in through the window.
"What the fuck do you want?" the man asked the person, in a disturbed kind of voice. The person looked at him, and did not say anything, anger filled them near the boiling point, but the person decided not to use their powers not yet, they were still trying to calm down from using their powers to enter the apartment building.
"I want to make sure that you never hurt anybody ever again!" the person said, slowing the words down at ever again, the man felt the cool shudders run up his spine. The man looked at the person, he could see in the light of the moon, the person pull out a .33 caliber pistol.
He looked at the gun concentrating on its steel frame, trying to get it out of the person's long thin fingers, the person gribbed the gun tighter as the invisible force tugged at the gun.
"Cut the telekinetic crap out!" the person said in a dark voice. The man looked at the person and saw a knife, its long silver blade shone brightly. He looked over at it, and quickly picked it up with his mind and flung it at the person. The person jumped in time to miss being hit square in the stomach but got a long, deep gash in their upper leg. The person stood up with a bit of help from a chair that was nearby.
"Now that was a stupid move!" the person said, aiming the gun.
"Do you have any last words asshole?" the person asked, this time their anger flooded their speech, the man looked at the person, he could barely see the person but he knew exactly who it was.
"Why should I be sorry!" he asked in a light none caring tone, "I killed your whore of a mother, she deserved to be murdered as did those other hookers. God will punish her and the others now and forever they will burn in hell for their sins!" he spoke, than looked up into the person's eyes. "As your soul will burn in hell too, if you murder me!" he heard a light laugh coming from the person.
"Do you except me to believe that bullshit!" the person said, firing the gun. A bullet hit him in the chest, he could feel the warm blood pour over his shirt. He could see the person a bit better in the moonlight, he could see a smile spread over the person's face.
"Why don't you finish what you have done!" he yelled, now at the person, part of him hoped that someone would hear it and come to his rescue.
"I want you to die, like the way you killed my mother and the other women, painfully!" The man's blood was now dripping in a circle around him, he could see the person disappear outside of the door, he could hear the person carry two things that sounded like water splishing and splashing as they made their back towards him. He looked over at the blood stained knife, and with the last ounce of strenghth he used his telekinetic powers and picked up the knife, sometimes dropping it, from the pain that was in his head, he finally managed it and through the silver knife out the window. He could hear it landed against the pavement outside. He wanted anybody but the person to find it.
The person finally made it back into the small apartment, the man looked at the person once last time, he could smell the stench of gasoline, he saw the person open the canisters of gasoline and pour them around his apartment. Until everything was drenched including himself. The person lit a match and looked down at the man, from the door way.
"Burn in hell, father!" the person said as they dropped the match into the apartment, as the person ran quickly outside, towards the silver car that was waiting around the block and drove quickly away from the scene. The person could hear the sound of cops, ambulances, and firetruckers racing towards the flaming building. The person prayed that nobody else got hurt by the flames that were engulfing the evidence. The car drove quickly the person's mind soon came off the subject of their father, and to where they were headed.
The person got out of the car, when they arrived at their destination, and limped towards the door, pain filled their upper leg. The person quickly went over to a computer and typed in a few letters, and did an eye scan.
"Welcome Back To Sanctuary!" the computer said.
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I WILL CONTINUE MY STORY TO GIVE YOU A FEW MORE CLUES IF I GET FIVE REVIEWS
HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT