Why I Don 't Buy A New World

“Yes?” I replied. I knew she was going to say something ridiculous, but I didn’t bother to reply with “What do you want?” or “What

I asked her how the panel in the door got kicked out, and if he had kicked it out, and she said yes. I said did he kick it from the inside or the outside. She looked at me like she did not know what was going on. I said where was he standing when he kicked the door panel out? She was not able to tell me. I asked her were you on the inside or the outside when the panel got kicked out? She just looked at me. I asked her again who kicked the panel out and she said she had.

I asks is that's what she wanted to do, however, she sounds very confuses so I suggested to her to call us back if needed.

"Hello Detective Morris, I've been waiting" A voice says coming from the darkness somewhere. I walk inside and look around, its pitch black except for my flashlight and I get deeper into the darkness. I see a fresh puddle of blood and then blood drags on into the darkness like someone injured was crawling. I slowly walk over and see Amber in a pool of blood completely still.

“Keep that thing in your pants Kane, and get your head out of the gutter. Something you wanted or you just here to see if I’m still alive?”

“Please get to my house as fast as you can. Cooper’s not leaving.” I wondered what she had meant. I knew that she had planned on breaking up with him, but why wasn’t he leaving? I knew that he was loud and practically verbally abusive, but why would she want me to come? I panic, I freeze, and I’m practically useless in certain situations. I was already a bit worried. I did know one thing though. My best friend needed me. I didn’t know what to expect, so I grabbed my brass knuckles. They were the only weapon-like thing in my possession, and would help at least a little in case things got bad. I tucked those, a mini flashlight, and my phone into my pockets. At times like this, I was glad to have men’s pants. The pocket room was definitely worth mother’s complaining. I put on my favorite hoodie and I tied my high tops. I realized that this was a lot of black to wear at night.

When she finally stood next to me she stood tall with a conceited look on her face. She looked me in the eyes and said, “Listen, we need to talk.”

The hand of the man were shaking so badly, the gun slipped right out of them. It landed softly on my the body, then fell on to the concrete, but he wasn't watching the gun. Or even the body. He was watching his own pale hands, covered with scarlet blood.You've wonder why he could hurt you? A small sob worked its way out of his throat and he crumpled to his knees, not taking his eyes off of his hands. His bloody hands.

I slowly took the body out of the ground. Even though the face was no longer recognizable, the eyes still stared into space, blank yet accusing. There was a strong smell of decaying flesh. I took out my pocket knife and sliced through the clothes first and peeled it off the body. There it was, the body, covered with dried blood. I counted to three in my mind as I stabbed my knife into the suitor’s chest.

I stood between the two bodies, looking into their lifeless, glassy eyes. Crimson blood pooled around their stiff bodies. More blood ran down the blade of the knife I clutched in my hand, gathering at the point and slowly dripping on my leg. What had he done?

“Morning” I said back, while slowly sitting up to try and not wake, then I looked around me to notice I was in Adym’s room. “How’d I get in here?” I asked.

The bells on the door sang as cherry red Doc Martens sauntered shamelessly through the doors of Ellis's Convenience Store a Sunday night in early November. They were accompanied by a pair of legs covered with black tights ripped like zombie skin. I glanced up to see the owner of those boots. She was wearing a white men's button down shirt as a dress. I wondered if it was her boyfriends, but then pushed the thought away. It wasn't any business of mine anyway. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to just above her elbow for the colorful stacks of beaded bracelets that adorned both of her arms.

As I walked up the cement steps of the ivory building that would now be known as my new workplace, I felt a tinge of excitement and fear of what was to come. I've heard stories of ruthless gangsters that would shoot at you without giving a second thought, but the danger doesn’t seem evident in this police station where everyone is bustling around like bees. The door constantly swings back and forth with people walking in and out wearing blank faces. I walk into the building and the young woman behind the desk points me in the direction of the meeting room. I follow her directions and walk into a room full of about thirty men about my age sitting in rows in front of a podium. I take a seat, and after a few moments pass, a man

My heels clicked on the worn down black pavement as I walked across the club parking lot. The warm Miami wind hit my bare arms, the sun was just starting to set meaning in a matter of time it would be dark and the only thing that would be lighting the streets was the street lights and the open signs of bars which would have people in and out at the hour. My heels finally came to a stop when I stopped in front of a tall security guy wearing all black with his hands folded in front of him and wearing a pair of black sunglasses that looked like a 10 year old would wear.

I looked deep into her eyes, and even before my lips parted, she blinked her eyes in affirmation. Acknowledging my unspoken words.