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Part 2: The Investigation
It had been two days since the kids had been told by the police that they were suspects in the shooting of their friend Arnold. Gerald had taken matters into his own hands. Gripped by a need to avenge Arnold and make the gunman pay for his crime, Gerald had begun his own investigation to solve the case. Many would call him a vigilante for doing this and could possibly put him in jail. He didn't care.
On the third day the game had changed. During a questioning, Sid asked if he could use the restroom and was followed by some police officers to escort him while he went in. A gunshot was heard throughout the station and the officers dashed in to find that Sid had been shot dead and the killer had escaped. Gerald heard the news which made him angry but also left him with questions. Why would the killer kill Sid? Was he trying to kill the suspects. If so, why?
-Two Days Later-
Gerald and the others had finally had enough time from police questionings to go back to school. As he was walking down the hall, he heard a whispering coming from the door to the basement. It was Stinky slowly opening the door and beckoning for Gerald to follow him. "Gerald! Get over here now!" Sweat was pouring down his face. Gerald reluctantly followed.
"Stinky, what's going on? You look like hell." Stinky just kept walking down the stairs looking back and forth. Looked like he was going mad. "Stinky..."
They had finally reached the basement and Stinky was frantic. "Gerald Jesus mother of Christ ya gotta help me!" He was nearly in tears and on his knees.
"Stinky calm down. What are you worried about?"
"Didn't ya hear? Harold's dead!" Gerald suddenly turned his face towards Stinky's with a dead expression. "He was shot, Gerald! He was shot! The guy who shot Arnold and killed Sid must be killing the suspects!" It was clear to Gerald at that moment. The murderer was killing the suspects but why? If they all died wouldn't he be given away? "Gerald ya gotta hide me!"
The two were so wrapped up in the hectic conversation that they didn't even notice the dark stranger creeping down the stairs with a gun in hand. "Stinky calm down. It's gonna be o..."
Stinky jumped to his feet and grabbed Gerald by the collar. "Gerald! For God's sake our friends are dead! He's coming for us! You gotta help..." It was so sudden when the gun went off and Stinky's head jerked as it took in the blow of the bullet. Gerald had a dawn of new horror bloom in his eyes as he saw his friend collapse dead to the floor. He looked up in time to see the killer dressed in a black trench coat run up the stairs to escape.
For a second he cradled his friend and quickly mourned him but rushed after the killer to catch him. But when he reached the hall the killer was gone. 'Dammit!' The day had passed and the police had removed the body and were searching the crime scene. Gerald did all he could to describe the gunman but to no avail.
Gerald was at his house writing down suspects' names and crossing off the victims. 'Damn. What the hell am I gonna do?' As if by a miracle at that moment, the phone rang and Gerald eagerly picked it up. "Hello?"
"Gerald?" Phoebe was on the other line and Gerald breathed a sigh of relief to hear her voice. "It's me. We need to talk."
Gerald noticed something. Her voice wasn't like the way it usually was. This time it was serious and scared. "Phoebe, what's wrong?" There was silence for at least twenty seconds.
"It's about the murders. I think I may know a few things...I can't go to the police with it or else...Gerald meet me by the Pigeon Man building. It'll be safer there."
Gerald was lost to all of this. "Phoebe. What's going on? What do you mean 'safer'?" Even he had to admit he too was a little scared by all of this. There was a maniac on the loose and she knew something.
"Gerald just get over here! I know who the killer is...oh god I've said too much. Just hurry!" The phone went dead and so did Gerald's breathing. 'What's going on in this city?' He rushed over to the building as quickly as he could and dashed through the door.
"Hello!" No response. "Phoebe! Where are you? Phoebe!" Suddenly, he heard a scream that would haunt him forever. Phoebe's scream. It came from somewhere on the third floor and Gerald began to run. "Phoebe I'm coming!" As he neared the desired floor, he heard a gunshot. "No. NO!" Gerald finally reached the floor to find a terrible sight. Phoebe lay dead on the floor with a bullet wound in her stomach.
Gerald fell to his knees beside her lifeless body and felt tears begin to form in his eyes. "Oh god no...no no no..." There was no way to bring her back. She was dead. Love hurts. As Gerald began to sob over the death of his girlfriend, a shadowy figure emerged from behind and began to make his escape when he tripped over a piece of furniture causing noise and causing Gerald to see the face of the evil who took Arnold and Phoebe. "CURLY!"
Curly sprung to his feet and flew down the flight of stairs quickly enough to escape Gerald. Gerald now knew who his enemy was but now he felt a different kind of need: revenge. Now that he knew who the killer was he would hunt him down and dish out his own brand of justice. 'You're gonna pay, you bastard. You're gonna pay!'
I hope you like this chapter. R&R everyone!