Academy Murders: Harmonious Mosaic

The train ride back to Delaware allowed Yawquisha to make some edits. She cropped here and snipped there on her laptop. The constant electric hum of the vessel eased her mind. Other passengers found themselves engaged in work as well. Her fingers turned to wings that flew over the keys.

This mini studio fired her imagination. As she displayed a sense for recognizing the keywords that will be used to find the video. Dollar signs rolled through her consciousness like a money machine.

Feverishly, she edited and clipped the images to make a harmonious mosaic of color and sound.

The interview seemed flawless. Kim’s regal demeanor and street grittiness combined to showcase a woman in complete control. While chaos reigned around her Kim kept an even almost buoyant demeanor.

As the train slowed to a stop at Wilmington, Yawquisha wrapped up her bundle of laptop, collapsible microphones and wireless mics. On her journey to her apartment, she found her solace at her home.

She set up the desktop and allowed the WiFi to transfer data from the camera and laptop. Like invisible bits of information hovering through space, her ideas, her work transmitted.

Her eyes illuminated. Once the video had loaded on the desktop, her face turned to slate. Over all of the times she had sat down to consider her work, she knew that this would be a point of expression.

Kim looked radiant on the screen. Her fame had preceded her but she would be even more notable after this video hit the Net.

When Yawquisha stretched her arms above her head like a contortionist, nimble and pliant, she knew that this would mark a new moment in her career and friendship with Kim. The individuals who knew how to support her already were there. Sectors of the public who hadn’t yet known her in this personal way would be granted access to her.

With this newfound way of globally broadcasting to the world, Yawquisha could become even more invested in her thoughts. The chair glided across the floor like a supersonic jet flies through the air. Yawquisha made sure she knew that by uploading this video, she could be changing the course of history.

Who else investigated a murder they were accused of carrying out? Has anyone in history? These questions weighed on Yawquisha’s shoulders like rank of officers. By taking her role in this whole situation, it felt like she was ready to make money.

While some might’ve found it exploitative, she always viewed her work as informative. Never did she actively set out to damage or destroy characters, embarrass people or try to denigrate them. Now, with Kim, she especially did not want to be associated with any of this.

Her phone lit up. “Hello?”

“If you put out anything about Kim, you won’t just have a failed Molotov cocktail thrown through your window.”

“Well, bring whatever sports you,” Yawquisha grabbed her pistol and glided to the window. Click.

She laughed. In her hand she held a tool of death. She actually paused and grabbed some cleaner lubricant preservative (CLP) and cleaned her firearm while there was a pause in the work. She looked like a robot that knew how to get to the crevices and pieces and mechanisms of the weapon. This lull in what she was doing provided her the chance to ensure that her pistol was in regular working order. When she purchased it, she knew that she may have to use it one day on the mean streets of Wilmington, Delaware or even in her own home. She returned to her work.