(I hat to intrude on this lovely conversation, but business is business.)
Crash! I stop and look up, startled by the sudden sound. I am standing by a large apartment building. The crash seemed to come from inside. I sigh, I guess I should do my job. I am a detective after all. I turn and enter the building. After jogging up several flights of stairs I finally see an empty doorway. It wasn’t just that, however, it was more the beaten up door that lay inside. I touch the butt of my gun with hand as I slowly reach the door…
As if! I snapped mentally.
I stared fire at Toby, wishing he would leave. It was going to take a lot more then asking to find my notebook, or my communicator, whichever he was after this time.
“Ah, you’ll play it the hard way then.”
“No,” I whispered, “I’ll play it my way.”
I grabbed my trusty broom out swing it at Toby, “You break down my door to enter my home and ransack my things to find my private property? Get out!”
Toby sighed and shook his head, “You know what this is abo-”
“Get out!” I yell, hitting him over the head with the broom.
Toby rubbed his head, he was about to reply, when something caught his eye. His face shifted into an uneasy frown. I turned to see who Toby had seen, Tracer Dell stood in my empty doorway, one hand hidden inside his coat.
I straitened my posture, keeping the rising worries at bay, “Hello Mr. Dell, nice to see you.”
I know I’m not gonna be at work on time if I take the average route, so I cut through a gym. The teacher is looking at me oddly. I get a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Hey!” She calls to me.
“Yeah? What is it? I’m pretty busy!”
“What’s your name? I’ve never seen you around.”
“Yeah, well, you must be blind, I’m Rosie Locke, and I’m late for work. Bye!”
Hmm, that woman was odd…
I sit up groggily in my room, listening to all the banging, crashing, and slamming, and screaming. “Wharg!!” I scream. "Can’t get any SLEEP around here!!” I grabbed a pistol (it wasn’t loaded, just for show) and ran upstairs. I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a knocked down door, two guys and a girl in a room looking very strange…
I screamed. They turned. I pulled out my pistol. “Sto-sto-sto-sto-stop right there,” I blurted. I held my breath, waiting for a reaction…
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I stop in my tracks as the girl, I believe her name is Katherine, turns. "Hello Mr. Dell, nice to see you.” I move my hand away from my gun, keeping my eyes on the Asian guy in the Indiana Jones hat. “Not sure I can say the same.” I reply, wondering how she knew my name. I pull my badge from my coat pocket, noticing with interest how they both tense as I do, and hold it up fo them to see. “Detective Dell with the NYPD. Is there a disturbance here?” Indiana Jones smirks and steps forward, about to lie probably, but suddenly stops. I turn as I hear a click and a loud yell. A girl stands behind us, a gun clinched in her hands, her face pale.
I smile at her. “It’s okay, I am Detective Dell with the NYPD.” I hold up my badge for reference. her eyes move to it just as I make my move. I lash out, striking the barrel while at the same time pressing down on her wrists. With a swift turn, the gun slides out of her grasp and into my hand. I step back, ejecting the clip and separating the chamber from the firing mechanism. I smile again at the trembling girl. “It’s not good to play with guns, Miss.”
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I freeze. “It’s not good to play with guns, miss,” the detective says. I squeak. “What do you want with me?” I whisper, barely audible. I notice he separated my gun into parts. I step slowly into the room. “Wh-what are you even doing here?!” I whisper.
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I step to the side, keeping all three in my peripheral vision. “Actually the question is what are all of you doing here?” I tuck my badge back into my pocket and stand, arms crossed, waiting for an explanation.
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“Blind?” Tanya grumbled. But Rosie Locke, what a stupid name, was already across the gymnasium before she could really do anything, and she couldn’t run after her without looking suspicious. Still, whoever it was had disrupted her gym class and was at least annoying. And annoying people were worth investigating to see if there was a suitable excuse to eliminate them.
She hoisted her clipboard with an angry breath. “Rosanne Angelique!”
“Here!” a pretty blond girl in a pink leotard answered. Tanya had already crossed her well off the list of possible suspects - Rosanne seemed to care only about how popular she was and how cool her friends were.
“Here!” Another non-suspect. She was nerdy, a complete klutz and spent several minutes studying each move as if it were in an imaginary textbook.
“Here!” Questionable. He was a dark and reserved type who didn’t talk, but he was one of Tanya’s best pupils, executing moves with precision. He also spent time with the school dance team which seemed to win him the appreciation of the popular girls. But he didn’t seem interested in them.
And so on it went. Nerds, airheads - but most of her students in her after-school class were serious gymnasts, or at least trying to be. After a warm-up, Tanya set up a vault routine to burn off some energy while letting some of the others practice some bar technique for a competition that they were entering.
Strange strange woman, I thought, running down the street to the gas station. Ben the janitor was there, but no one else. “Hey Ben, wassup?” I asked.
“A gas emergency came up. No work today,” he replied.
“Oh,” I replied. I turned and walked back toward my home, the second floor of the Summer Morning apartment complex. But as I neared the building, I felt something familiar in the pit of my stomach. It excited me. I hadn’t felt it since my superhero days. I rubbed the crystal on my necklace and closed my eyes. I could sense the problem was coming from the top floor of the apartment. “Ugh,” I grumbled.
I find the fire escape and take the steps two by two, keeping to the left side of the railing so that whoever’s inside doesn’t see me. I plaster myself to the wall and listen…
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“I-I heard a bunch of n-noise,” I say, trying not to look frightened. “What are you guys doing here?” I say, turning to the girl and the guy who was not the detective. “Who are you anyway?!!”
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“Actually the question is what are all of you doing here?” Mr. Dell asked, crossing his arms.
“I-I heard a bunch of n-noise,” said the newest girl, I’d seen her before, she lived downstairs on the second floor, the nicer rooms.
“Who are you anyway?” she shouted.
I sighed and shook my head, “I live here!” I snapped, my patience running dry. I jabbed a finger at Toby, “This fellow kicked down my door and began ransacking my apartment!”
Toby glared as I continued, he knew there was more to the story then I made out. However, would he reveal his true reason to defend himself?
“I barely have a dime anyway! Why else would I live in the ghetto?” I snapped, using the common name for the Summer Morning’s third floor rooms.
I as I spoke, I noted a shuffling on the fire escape. Casually, I stepped around my broken door and opened the fire escape to reveal an eavesdropper, an English student I recognized.
“Rosie!” I greeted her cheerfully, “So nice to see you! Sorry for all the noise up here, just a few problems. In the mean time, how’s your homework coming?”
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Nervously I shuffle into the room. My crystal glows red, and I clutch it to hide it. I observe the people in the room. A salesman, a dangerous looking person, my English teacher’s assistant, and a shaking girl. “Homework’s fine,” I reply slowly. “I’m having some trouble with the newer English material.”
I don’t like the younger man. Does he have a gun? I wonder. “Is there something the matter?” I ask.
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“NO!” I quickly exclaim, blinking my eyes rapidly. The detective catches it and steps in front of me. “Nothing’s wrong, nope, nope, NOPE!!!” I say. I mentally slap my self and steady myself with deep breaths. I slowly start inching toward my gun…
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“The newer material is hard, yes. I can help you if you like,”
I strolled over to the newest girl and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Everything’s alright here,” I informed her, “Feel free to go back down stairs, the ghetto isn’t a fun place to be after dark.”
Especially when you don’t have a door any longer I thought bitterly.
I took her by the forearm and escorted her to the door, “By the way, do you attend SunStreak City High School?” I asked her, hoping Toby and Mr. Dell would soon leave.
“No,” I say absentmindedly. “Anagram,” I murmur. The detective turns to me, confused. “What?” Asks the other guy (not the detective.) “Nothing,” I say, starting to feel more annoyed than scared. “I just like saying random stuff when I’m bored.
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“Well goodbye then,” I told her, opening the door to the fire escape, “It’s very late, and I’m very tired.”
Once she’s gone, I turn to my other unwanted guests, “As for the rest of you, please leave.”
“Me?” I ask. “But I…I…” I rack my brain for a lie. “I…I need help with my schoolwork!” My face perked up, looking bright and innocent.
I raised an eyebrow, Why do you want to stay Rosie? I thought, Do you want to see what happens next?
“Alright,” I replied, “Do you have it with you?”
As Rosie went through her back pack, I glared daggers at Toby.
Leave, I thought, I don’t want Rosie to witness what you might do.
I sneak closer to the gun, reminding myself it wasn’t loaded. Oh well. An unloaded gun is just as good for a hammer. I quickly quietly put it together, concealing it in my black hoodie. “Yeah, let’s go,” I said, prepared to use my gun if he got too mad.
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