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Dancing with the Devil
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 Created on 3-21-08
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Megan leaned over the railing of her apartment's ledge with her wet hair flying out in all directions as a storm raged around her. Feeling the rain drops hit her cheeks and soak into her skin, she opened her eyes and looked out onto the city. Cars scattered the streets with numerous allies and gangs to inhabit them. The smell of smog filled her lungs and as she coughed, she noticed something unusual about the asphalt parking lot below. She still saw the steam coming from the hot top as cars filed in and out but there was one car that seemed to never move, not once. The car looked like that the person who owned it was rich, therefore it had probably been stolen and left to rust in the overpopulated suburbs. As she continued to ignore the rain, she saw a man step out of the car. Looking around and over his shoulder he walked away, satisfied no one was looking when a young blond girl was.
The teenager became interested and retreated to her overly-priced tenement and put on her yellow tennis shoes. She walked to the bed in front of the television in the room next to hers, checking that her parents were asleep. As soon as she realized the loud sound she heard was each of them snoring, she turned the volume on the television down and began to walk out the door. As she shut the gated door, she pulled her hair up in a pink hair band, locking the door as she left. No one else appeared to be out on the ledge on that stormy night at midnight, but Megan had felt the intense urge to plunge herself into the wet night. Creeping down the stairs as if she would be caught at any moment the young teen walked carefully across the dead parking lot. All traffic that had been present only an hour ago seemed to have deserted this lot at the midnight hour, afraid of city banshees and ghouls.
The car had no license plate which was a sure sign the car had been stolen and was not meant to be found for any of a number of reasons. The paint around the frame was chipped and was beginning to curl and fray as it soaked up the droplets of rain. The soaked hoodie that held Megan's head was not helping her hair so she pulled it off. The blond hair tumbled out and down passed her shoulders. A light blue, this car was extraordinary in the fact that it seemed to have been recently new and barely used. A common thief would not have stolen a brand new car and left it to rust in an apartment's parking lot where anyone could see. Megan was beginning to think this car had been placed here on purpose, for a well-known police man, humbled by his job, lived on the top floor. The windows were stained black so that Megan was incapable of seeing the inside from a distance.
Walking over to the driver's side door, Megan noticed that the key hole was not scratched as a burglar who was a low life thief would have left it. This must have been a professional, one who new exactly how to take this specific model and who to take it from. But the question of leaving it here in the suburbs still remained open. As in instinct Megan tried to pull open the door by the car's handle thinking it would be locked but still trying anyways. To the teenager's surprise, the door popped open, unlocked. Carefully and slowly pulling it open, Megan looked inside, but she didn't have to.
As soon as the door was open more than one inch, a large thing tumbled out. Stunned, she picked it up, only to find herself staring face to face with the once humbled well-known police officer. The man had been shot in the chest and left to die in his own car.
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Please Login to post comments| On July 27th 2008 angelofpurity5 Said : | |
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oh wow sounds interesting |
| On March 22nd 2008 C4444 Said : | |
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I like mysteries too!! Sounding like this will a good one!! kmp Chaz.. :] |
| On March 21st 2008 Akinka Said : | |
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Interesting... KMP |
