Short Story: A Narrative Fiction

The three detectives pull up to see officers' busily working their crime scene. Looking up Rachel notices the heavy rain clouds that are quickly moving in from the north. "No wonder they're working so fast," she laughs, as she watches them diligently process the entire area. Looking through the yard, she sees outlines of two bodies painted in the grass. In between these shapes sat a large pool of blood with two gun shell casings lying alongside it. She then notices a liquid mass that seemed to trail from a puddle in the center of the yard towards the outline closest to the house. "All three of our witnesses claim they saw a white male, approximately 6'4 with sandy blond hair shoots the two victims and drives away in a dark blue coupe." The …show more content…

In fact, I overheard a few officers talking yesterday about a raid they're planning for tonight," Joe adds. "Well, their suspicions are correct. When my officers searched the house, they found 10 kilos of cocaine. It looks like Antonio was bagging it when the shooter interrupted him." "Did the witnesses say anything else?" "I believe it'll be a whole lot easier if I read the report." Grabbing a worn out clipboard from an officer, he flips it open. "According to this, all three of our witnesses looked out their window when the shooting first began. The spectators said our killer's holding Antonio's four years old, daughter, Marie in his arms, a gun pointed at her head. Seeing the standoff, our male witness runs into his kitchen and called 911. The two women stated they saw the murderer turnaround and shoots Manuel. He then turns towards Antonio and shoots him. Our killer ran across the yard, carefully laid Marie in her daddy's arms and drove away." "Please tell me his daughter survived this mess." "I'm sorry Jerry; she took a single bullet to the chest. Our ME believes her bullet came from her daddy's gun." Seeing how upset Jerry became he quickly …show more content…

"See the two huge knots." "Yes." "Good, now try to remember how we loosened the knots in your shoes and do the same thing with the rope." "I'll try." Looking at her mother, she notices blood pooling underneath her. "You're bleeding really bad, mommy!" "Yes honey, I know that's why you need to try as hard as you can to untie me." She obediently turns her attention back on the rope. "Do just like we practiced," she instructs. "I can't get it." The frustrated preschooler informs her. "Try again." Abby tries, but the knots were too tight for her to tug loose. "I still can't do it," she whines. "It's ok, sweetie, we'll think of something else." Glancing around the basement, she came up with another idea. "See the knife lying on daddy's work bench?" "Yeah." "Go get it for me." "Won't I hurt myself?" She nervously asks, staring at the scary sharp object, shining in the dim light. "Not if you're really careful." Using the tips of her fingers, she picks it up and slowly starts walking towards her