Hey guys. My reviewer pointed out some things. I'm going to try to make my chapters longer. Review, Review please. I'm also dropping hints to who the killer is. I may try to trick you sometimes though. You'll never guess who the murderer is. Also, I've come to realize this story may resemble pretty little liars more than the actual title itself, The Lovely Bones. I tried to make it like the movie, but it's not working out too well. This story will still be awesome and keep you guessing though.
Kristen: Is not a blonde. She is black and Mexican and she has shoulder length curly black hair. I made a mistake in chapter 11 about her appearance. Remember that Kristen is Dawn's friend and is a ghost.
Dawn: She has very fair skin. She is Scott's sister. She has dark brown hair. Pony's love interest
As two dark figures made tore their way down the street, their mess was left behind.
The gang was still in the office getting accused when a red headed officer, tall and lean, bursted into the room.
"Detective Romanova, there's been a breach in the file room. The room's a disaster and the files are gone. There also seems to be a message on the wall with red paint or blood," said the officer calmly.
"Stand down Officer Blake, I'll have my men right on it," retorted Romanova.
"You better, because those missing files come on to our ass, not yours," retorted Officer Blake. His green eyes narrowed at the detective as if demanding him to find the culprit responsible for this. He left the room.
"Who the fuck is that?" asked Dallas as he sat up. The display of the little showdown got his blood pumping in anticipation. He wanted to see the two laws of authority dunk it out against each other. However, that guy rubbed him the wrong way for some reason.
"That Dallas Winston," replied the Detective while shuffling papers on the desk "was Officer Blake. He's going to be on this case". Soda didn't know why he asked, but he did.
"Is that his real name?" His chocolate brown eyes bore into the detective. Soda was waiting for that answer. He didn't know if it mattered, but it did.
Romanova gave him a weird look.
"No, actually. How did you know what though? He left last year after his son was killed in an accident. Left him and his wife devastated.
"What happened to the kid?" asked Two-bit. The usual joker was frowning. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what was about to be said.
"Stabbed. Poor kid. It's sad, but he brought it on himself," replied the detective. The gang exchanged glances. Bob Sheldon's father was on the case of finding Ponyboy's killer.
Suddenly the room was drenched in red. An alarm went off.
"What the fuck is this?" Dally shouted. He shared a glace with Tim. They've spent their time in jail loads of times, but this never happened.
"You're dismissed," shouted Romanova. The boys were creeped out enough so they scrambled up and out of the room. What they didn't notice was Tim stopping and taking a DVD from the desk of the detective. With the DVD in his pocket he left the room and the station.
Curly POV
This sucks. This freaking sucks. It smells like death in here. Death, decay, and rats. I swear I'll kill Cade if we make it out of here alive. It was his idea to be here. He told me and Jake to go straight to the morgue in the hospital as volunteers to look for Pony's body.
"Did you find the sheet yet?" I asked Jake as I tried to tune out the fact that I'm in a room with dead people. I lifted up the sheet to find a 30 year old woman staring up at me with dead eyes and pale blue skin. I basically threw the sheet down and scrambled away.
"No, but we need to hurry up. Someone might come in," he warned me. I knew that. If we got caught we were so screwed. Each and every one of us.
"Curls," yelled Jake.
Jake POV
I found it. The sheet Ponyboy's meant to be under. His name plate was on the cart. Curly trotted over. I hope he wouldn't get sick on me. I lost enough clothes because of him.
"You sure?" he asked cryptically.
"It says his nameplate," I retorted. I didn't want to be here all night.
Danger would blow a gasket if he found out what I was doing. I'd imagine the other older siblings wouldn't be too far behind. Heck, two different gangs would be on my ass for this.
"You ready?" Curly simply looked away and didn't answer. He simply pulled the sheet away. What I saw made me believe we were in deep shit. There was a message in deep red. I hope it wasn't blood. I would kick that sicko's ass all the way to the highway. I was too speechless to move though.
We are in deep shit
Curly POV
The fuck is this. This twisted bitch hides Ponyboy's body and leaves us a message. Written on the silver examining table was a ring sized black box. I pulled off the top of the ring box and laid it beside the lower half of the box.
Inside was a key. It was almost simple, but entrancing in a way. It was engraved with Victorian patterns weaving in and out of the side. It was golden, a medium sized key. I studied the end of it. I concentrated, seeing if I knew the lock from somewhere. Picking locks were my thing while hotwiring any moving vehicle was Jake's. Steve had us on both ends. I shoved the ring in my pocket.
I looked back that the deadly message.
It simply stated
Play my games, win the round, you get a reward. Let's just see how long you'll be able to last.
Jake read this all out loud. In his eyes is clearly fear. Mine wasn't that far from the tree either. I picked up the ring box that was laying flat down on the cold steel table. However, when I picked it up a stack of photo's fell out from under it, like a trap door in a castle.
"Shit," muttered Jake. Shit was right. What I was staring at was a cluster of photos of me and the gang. Most of them had Ponyboy in it. Except, he had a red X through his body on every photo. Something caught my eye.
On the back of the box was another message. I was not freaking Nancy Drew.
Keep your enemies close, but your friends closer or you just might get stabbed in the back, literally.
I read it out loud 3 more times. I didn't understand this. Was it saying that one of my friends is the murderer? Or at least had something to do with it. Is this sick son of a bitch someone I trusted? I went through a mental list in my head.
I barely heard Jake shout duck.
He pushed me to the ground as something flew past us. I nearly threw up right there. It was the 30 year old woman's head. It scattered the photos on the table as it landed. A dull smack sound flooded the room. I was in too much shock to move. I didn't handle gore that well unless I dished it out. Even then I was a tiny bit queasy. Blood and gore oozing out of the room, but the chaos didn't stop there.
My head was thumping, my heart beating in my ear drums. When did my heart get all the way up to my eardrums? In my delirious state, I recognized Jake through all the chaos. My best friend was screaming at me like there was no tomorrow. The popping and thumping noise stopped. My heart slowed.
"Get up! We have to go now!" he screamed at me. His eyes wild, barely focused. He was jittery. He was barely capable of holding it together. He pulled me up and shoved me towards the door. As we left the light bulbs started breaking. Falling onto the ground in a million pieces, scattered in a broken mess like how we were.
It followed us down the row as we scrambled toward the exit in a mad dash, not caring who heard us. I hissed as glass got into my scalp and sliced up my arms. My appearance was covered in blood by the dead woman and my new formally made wounds. Not at an alarming rate but still worrisome.
We reached the door. I turned the knob, but the little bitch broke on me. The door was sealed shut!
The light bulbs broke until we were emerged in complete darkness. All that I was aware of was heavy breathing, the smell of death and decay. And the shillioute (sp?) of what looked like a dead body getting off the table in the after shadow of the moon. It was long and lanky. Unless it was a zombie apocalypse, I was fully aware that dead bodies shouldn't be able to get up. I could feel Jake trembling right next to me. Like I said before, if we survived this I would kill Cade.
I thought I was gonna combust right the on the floor. The only light in the room was the moonlight. The body's head turned sharply to look at us. Before I knew it I tore through the room trying to find the emergency exit that lead to the outside stairway. As precaution, Jake and I took surveillance around the room, memorizing exits around the room. A habit, a very useful habit that probably saved our lives might I add.
Jake was right on top of me, stepping on my heels practically. The door ricocheted off the wall as I practically threw it open. I made quick work by tearing down the stairs in a hurry. I didn't appreciate the fact that we were on the 10th floor.
"That was-shit. I mean is this the zombie apocalypse or what?" Jake tried to express. We were both out of breath. I knew what he meant though. I was scared shitless. As soon as feet hit concrete, I floored it down the street to the lot, my blond best friend straight beside me.
"Cade is so dead for this," I snarled. How angry or scared I was, I knew I wouldn't touch Cade though. Jake threw me a half grin. I looked behind me, without breaking my stride, and saw the outline of the body staring down at us through the window. I blinked, it was gone.
Narrowly missing a car, we only concentrated on getting away from this hospital as far away as possible.
No on POV
As the figure watched the boys run down the street, the lights came on. They grabbed the photos on the table. Johnny, Angela, Madeline, Johnny, Curly, and Jake's faces were all crossed out in X. They grabbed the tape out of the video camera in the corner and left the room.
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