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The Woman Who Got Out: Interrogation Splatter
In a few hours, Jacob had gained his consciousness. He began to panic as he awoke to see Ava holding a shotgun and everyone else dead all around the room. She told him, "Answer me with the complete truth or I will kill you too." He decided it would be wise to do as she asks. He replied, "Ok, what is it that you needed to know?" She lays down her weapon on a coffee table next to her that had been dripping blood off of it for the last few hours. "Who are you involved with? What do they have against you?" She asked him with a serious face. "They call themselves 'The Termites' they are holding my dad hostage and want me to get all my revenge on people in my life who have disappeared whether or not it was their fault," he said. Ava hesitated for a minute. "How come you didn't reveal them? You know who my father is." He sighed, "They could've harmed my father...I don't want to lose him." "I understand..," Ava quickly followed. "Where are they holding your father? Do you know?" "They are holding him in a prison cell at their main building. 1299 Tredence Millton, it's a warehouse," he said. Ava wrote it down in her notebook and put it back in her pocket. She then asked, "Why ask for my daughter when you said you weren't ready to be a father?" He replied, "I was going to kill you, but when you told me you were pregnant I left instead. I thought I would give you the chance to be a mother. " Ava then smiled and said, "In that case let me finish this once and for all." She picked up the shotgun and shot his head off, letting the blood fly everywhere. Overlapping the blood from the other people that she had killed in a fit of rage.
By Rebeca Feier5 years ago in Criminal
Replacing Freud
"Sigmund, what brings you to Prague on this fine day?" "I apologize, I think you have mistaken me for someone else." Dr. Bloch's brow furrowed as he watched the man continue down the cobblestone street, his gait identical to the Viennese doctor's familiar stride.
By M.R. Cameo5 years ago in Criminal
Camino Real
I hate checking my bank account. But the first of the month is next week, and I got to know what I’m working with. After I got canned from my startup, I survived with some freelance gigs thanks to the MyHyre app. But they dried up sometime ago. And living in San Francisco is expensive. I opened my account: $485. 99.
By Beto Erami5 years ago in Criminal
The Golden Thieves
Thou shall not steal. Those were the words printed on a train advertisement that hung above the heads of the morning commuters. Amongst those commuters was a young college drop out named Jolene. She was down on her luck, in debt, and contemplating her next job opportunity. As the train stopped a young posh woman got up to exit. As she was leaving, a black leather wallet fell from her coat landing in the center of the walkway. Surprised no one noticed, Jolene grabbed the wallet in full intent of returning it.
By Jackie Villa5 years ago in Criminal
One Subway Ride to Anywhere
"The key to being happy is knowing you have the power to choose what to accept and what to let go." -Dodinsky Gemma didn’t like being a criminal. Does anyone, really? She could get rich from dirty money and stolen goods, maybe fly to somewhere in South America and disappear forever. But what would that accomplish? She’d still have that aching pain in her stomach each time she spent a dime that wasn’t really hers. Limits. Yeah, that was it. She needed to set her own limits.
By River Cronan 5 years ago in Criminal
Contract City
It's the ninety-third minute of the championship football match and Cristiano Ronaldo has struck an absolute screamer into the top left corner from 20 yards out, to win the Champions League Final again. As the goal commotion begins the Nigerian born mercenary, codename Zane infiltrates the head security office of the Acropolis Arena.
By Adekunle Jelugbo5 years ago in Criminal
Writing Homework
Susan was in her kitchen. Sweat collected on her forehead as she leaned over a pot of boiling noodles. She grabbed a towel from nearby and wiped the sweat away slinging the towel over her shoulder. Bam! Followed by a sharp creaking noise, meant the front door was opened. Susan glanced out of the window to see the school bus pulling away from the house. “How was school today sweetheart?” Susan yelled towards the front door. Jamie walks into the dining room and throws his backpack on the table. The half open zipper let folders and papers slide half way out of his bag. “It was great! Mrs. Jones told me how I can make $20,000 today just for writing a…” Susan interjected “that's great don't forget to do your homework before you go play.” “Yes ma’am” replied Jamie, “I'm going to go write a story now.”
By Kelly Barker5 years ago in Criminal
Serendipity
Azam Ali’s melodic Persian voice stirred Hakeem back to life. He eyes remained closed as he silenced the alarm and let life flood back to his body. Thrusting himself out of bed, he was determined not to be beaten by quarantine. Staring out of the window as he brushed his teeth, the audaciously green palm trees called to him. A perfect morning. He could get used to winter in California. He stopped at his regular coffee haunt on Burbank before proceeding to the park. At 7am, it was sparse. Still, he ventured further in. Taking a solitary bench, he sipped his coffee, closing his eyes to savor the serenity of the chocolate notes.
By Abdul Al Hakim5 years ago in Criminal
