A/N: Heh, it's taking me like a month to get each chapter out. Sorry.
Life's been extremely hectic and stressful lately. Luckily, tomorrow is
the last day of school for me, (heavenly music) so hopefully I'll be able
to update a bit faster. The key word there is hopefully, though, as I
actually have quite a busy summer. I'll do my best.
Chapter 2
"What kind of music do you listen to?" asked Carlos to Ruthie once he started the engine of his rental car.
"Anything," responded Ruthie. "I'm easy." Carlos fiddled with the radio once he had backed out of the driveway, but was unsuccessful at getting any sound to work. Ruthie tried as well, but she could not figure out how it worked either.
"I guess we'll have to survive without music," said Carlos as he approached the middle school. "Is this it?" Ruthie answered in the affirmative and the car entered the about halfway filled parking lot.
They entered the side door to the cafeteria and were greeted with the sound of a familiar waltz played by the orchestra that Carlos could not name. "I'll just wait here," he said to Ruthie as he sat down in an empty chair near the back. "You can get your stuff."
It was nearly chaos at the police station. No one knew exactly what was going on, and it wasn't comforting for every single officer in Glenoak to be called up randomly. Very few were in their uniforms. Some had seen the news or heard about the escaped convicts on the radio, and there were a number of rumors flying around among the group at the station. Detective Michaels was in his office, but he had already refused to answer any questions until all the rest of the officers arrived. Kevin sat quietly in a corner, refusing to believe anything unless it came from Detective Michaels himself. He had noticed that Roxanne was not here yet, and was beginning to get annoyed with her for not showing up yet.
Detective Michaels entered the room carrying a cylindrical poster tube and looking very solemn. Roxanne followed him, looking very annoyed and angry, because she had to come here so unexpectedly, Kevin assumed. She took a seat beside Kevin. Everyone got quiet and sat down in their own seats quickly, eager to hear the real story of what was going on.
"As most of you probably know," began the detective, "twelve convicts escaped from a nearby prison at approximately 5:28 this evening. We know them to be armed and dangerous, and most importantly we know them to be in this area." There was a murmur in the crowd as he put up the poster on the bulletin board behind him. The poster portrayed the mug shot and name of each of the convicts.
"Most of these criminals have very aggressive, erratic, and violent behavior. They were each convicted of murder at a young age, which is why they were in prison, although their records state they were destructive to society even before then. They all have lifelong sentences or are on death row, so they most likely feel as if they have nothing to lose. And tests show that most have high intelligence. They are angry and aggressive, but they have strategy, which enabled them to escape the prison. One civilian has already been killed, in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant on Caget Street." There was another murmur. Everyone knew the fast food restaurant he was talking about, and nearly everyone had eaten there before. It was hard to believe that there were psychopaths there and they had murdered an innocent person.
"We are about ninety-eight percent sure that the murder was at the hands of one or more of these twelve men," continued Detective Michaels, pointing to the poster behind him. "And we have reason to believe that it is not the last murder they will commit tonight."
It was ironic that those were his last words, because the men who were the topic of the discussion were outside at that very moment, plotting everyone who was in that room's death. They could not hear the man's voice, but if they had known that they set off the bomb the second after he said those words, they would have laughed.
Chapter 2
"What kind of music do you listen to?" asked Carlos to Ruthie once he started the engine of his rental car.
"Anything," responded Ruthie. "I'm easy." Carlos fiddled with the radio once he had backed out of the driveway, but was unsuccessful at getting any sound to work. Ruthie tried as well, but she could not figure out how it worked either.
"I guess we'll have to survive without music," said Carlos as he approached the middle school. "Is this it?" Ruthie answered in the affirmative and the car entered the about halfway filled parking lot.
They entered the side door to the cafeteria and were greeted with the sound of a familiar waltz played by the orchestra that Carlos could not name. "I'll just wait here," he said to Ruthie as he sat down in an empty chair near the back. "You can get your stuff."
It was nearly chaos at the police station. No one knew exactly what was going on, and it wasn't comforting for every single officer in Glenoak to be called up randomly. Very few were in their uniforms. Some had seen the news or heard about the escaped convicts on the radio, and there were a number of rumors flying around among the group at the station. Detective Michaels was in his office, but he had already refused to answer any questions until all the rest of the officers arrived. Kevin sat quietly in a corner, refusing to believe anything unless it came from Detective Michaels himself. He had noticed that Roxanne was not here yet, and was beginning to get annoyed with her for not showing up yet.
Detective Michaels entered the room carrying a cylindrical poster tube and looking very solemn. Roxanne followed him, looking very annoyed and angry, because she had to come here so unexpectedly, Kevin assumed. She took a seat beside Kevin. Everyone got quiet and sat down in their own seats quickly, eager to hear the real story of what was going on.
"As most of you probably know," began the detective, "twelve convicts escaped from a nearby prison at approximately 5:28 this evening. We know them to be armed and dangerous, and most importantly we know them to be in this area." There was a murmur in the crowd as he put up the poster on the bulletin board behind him. The poster portrayed the mug shot and name of each of the convicts.
"Most of these criminals have very aggressive, erratic, and violent behavior. They were each convicted of murder at a young age, which is why they were in prison, although their records state they were destructive to society even before then. They all have lifelong sentences or are on death row, so they most likely feel as if they have nothing to lose. And tests show that most have high intelligence. They are angry and aggressive, but they have strategy, which enabled them to escape the prison. One civilian has already been killed, in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant on Caget Street." There was another murmur. Everyone knew the fast food restaurant he was talking about, and nearly everyone had eaten there before. It was hard to believe that there were psychopaths there and they had murdered an innocent person.
"We are about ninety-eight percent sure that the murder was at the hands of one or more of these twelve men," continued Detective Michaels, pointing to the poster behind him. "And we have reason to believe that it is not the last murder they will commit tonight."
It was ironic that those were his last words, because the men who were the topic of the discussion were outside at that very moment, plotting everyone who was in that room's death. They could not hear the man's voice, but if they had known that they set off the bomb the second after he said those words, they would have laughed.