Tru woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding like that of a drum, thinking about the dream she had which was now a reality. She knew she had until 9:00 p.m. to solve the death of Gordon Templeton or he would be put into his very own grave. Tru jumped out of her bed, quickly getting ready to go to the morgue, until she heard a harsh strike on her door. She went to open it only to find her brother, Harrison, standing there with a smile on his face.
" Hey Tru, did you miss me?" Harrison asked.
"How can I miss you if you won't go away?" Tru questioned grabbing her belongings.
"Ha, very funny," Harrison replied. "What's the rush?"
"The usual," She answered. " So why are you here?"
"Yeah…that," he said quietly. "I was wondering if you could lend me some money".
"What happened to the money I lent you last week?" Tru asked.
"Nothing," Harrison answered. "I just need to borrow some more".
"You have a job and goals, Harrison, that's where you get money," Tru replied.
"My long term goal is to get rich quick and so far that's not working out too well," Harrison replied.
"Fine… take this," Tru said handing her brother the money while reaching for the doorknob to leave.
"Thanks Tru," Harrison said. "I owe you one".
Tru ran to her car and turned the ignition on. Slowly the ignition came and gave a whine as a hissing noise of air or steam came from the engine. Around her, Tru could hear the city, and the pulse of modern life. Then came a distinct argument that was impending from a building across from where she lived.
"You belong to me," roared a voice from above. "Until I get what I came for".
"I don't have it yet," cried another man.
"Don't fucking play." He yelled. "Because time's ticking away………"