Wow, I have a long way to go before this is finished. And I only have six reviews?! You hate me! *Runs off screaming*
As the early morning slowly awakened the people of the city, Sam, Squee and Pepito had decided to meet in Town Square after Sam had mentioned something about a map.
As the three teens approached the large fountain in the middle of Town Square, each from a different direction, Sam was waving a rolled up piece of paper about and leapt onto the beautiful statue centered on the fountain.
It had a life-size bronze horse rearing up, with its mouth open and its mane and tail frozen in midair while water freely flowed around its ankles and pooled into the three-piece fountain, the bottom circle being the biggest and the top, from where the horse stood, being the smallest.
"Hi-ho Siiiiiiiilverwaaaaaaare! Awaaaaaaaay!" she was sitting on the horse with one arm wrapped around its neck and she was waving the piece of paper around, a goofy grin on her face. "Sam!" Pepito gave her a warning glare and she stuck her tongue out at him before jumping off.
Sitting on the brick ground, she unrolled the rather large map, which happened to be a map of the city. Pinning it down with a few small rocks, Sam took out a blue marker, "Okay, the ice-cream parlor on West Ave. was this persons' latest hit."
She circled a spot on the map. "And before that, it was the club on Goth St.," Squee added, pointing to it and Sam circled it. "And before that, it was the coffee shop on Main." She nodded at the devil-boy, marking the place on the map.
"Hey wait," Pepito piped up again, "How did you move so fast and jump from one car roof to the next?" "I used my robot, Red." She answered, knowing exactly what he was talking about, causing the two boys to be quite confused.
Sam laughed and shook her head, taking out a picture from the confines of her pocket, showing them what appeared to be a picture of a very large and shiny red rat. "My dad works and makes robots for a living. He made me one for my birthday," she turned her attention back to the map. "Did any other places catch on fire or blow up before I came to visit?"
"Yes." Squee answered, "The dance club on 9th, the roller-rink on Hag View, the gothic store on Skull Rd., a few places in the mall…" he trailed off and scratched his chin, "And I think that's it."
Sam marked off all of the spots, then stared at the map thoughtfully. "They all have to have been done by the same person," She then gasped in realization and fell back, but caught herself and leaned back over it.
"All of these places share a connection! A lot of smart-ass teens hang out at all these places,"
The trio had an awkwardly long silence after that, the same person all on everybody's minds. "D…do you think Johnny did it?" Pepito looked at his panicky friend. "Might be." "No!" Sam balked as she busied herself with the map.
"It can't be Johnny! It just can't be!" she started panting laboriously as the tears started to well up in her eyes, but she bent her head down and blinked them away, successfully getting them to spill on her pant leg instead on her cheeks.
She mentally slapped herself for acting so childish, then dried her eyes and forced a smile. "It might be someone else. There's a lot of crazy people in this town," "And you're one of them." She forced herself to laugh at Squee's comment.
"I know!" though her voice was off-key and slightly scratchy, Squee laughed with her, though nervously while Pepito groaned and gazed down at the layout. "Okay, there's a pattern here. Where do you think his—"
"THEIR!!" "Okay, their next hit will be?" Sam sighed tiredly and massaged her temples as she looked over the map pensively. She noticed that all the circled places were in a line, the latest hit being on the left end.
She searched the paper a moment, then slammed her finger down. "Here! The café on Kill-o-rama Rd.! It's the next hit!" she hastily rolled up the map and stuffed it in her pocket. "We gotta get there. Now."
It was near lunchtime by the time the trio of teens was running down Kill-o-rama Road at top-notch speed. Up ahead where the supposed café was, there was a lot of commotion. There were cop cars everywhere and dozens of people crowded in front of the place.
They managed so squeeze their way through, as a tall and thin man was roughly being pushed into the back of the cop car in handcuffs. The man shot them a sad look and they all shouted in unison with much surprise, "Johnny?!"
Yaaaay, plot twist! ^^ Can it really be Johnny? Was it him all along? Or has our favorite homicidal maniac been framed?! Well, I need some reviews here! Pwease? ^^;;;;