His Youngest Victim

Some would say that a murderer knows no bounds, but for Norm he entirely disagreed. He had a knack for killing the younger part of the population although he refused to harm children- anyone under ten.

On a bleak night in November, Norm had shot a millionaire. What he was unaware of was that the daughter of the man he’d killed had been watching. He tried to cover his tracks by kidnapping the child of six, but panicked. The next door neighbor, an elderly woman, had been passing by the house as he threw the girl into his truck and sped off. She called the police and he had less than a five minute head start.

Even with his foot clear on the floor of his truck, pushing 110 mph, the police weren’t too far behind him.

He slammed on the brakes, forcing the car to slow down, before turning the truck towards the woods where he fought with the bumpy terrain. It wasn’t long before he reached a small clearing and parked his truck.

The girl was crying.

He hadn’t expected her to be consious. This broke him. He was sloppy in the attempted murder of Ruby Marxx. When the police arrived in the clearing, there was no question of bring Norm out alive. Bullets blazed through the air and he fell to the ground where blood pooled around his lifeless form.

The paramedics reached Ruby, slowing the loss of blood from her small body and managing to get her to the hospital without much trouble.

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A Tacky Ending

“Some people say that there’s no such thing as a happy ending, and others believe that that is the only way to end a story. But the problem is that each ending is what you make of it.”
-Eda McRaffe

The hospital walls were a bleak white, drowning in the smell of anesthetics. The light shinned into the small room, crawling it’s way across to the bed. Eda’s eyes flickered and the machines surrounding the girl stirred to life. After several minutes, Eda’s eyelids opened, revealing her pale blue irises. A woman stirred in the far corner of the room. When she noticed the girl’s eyes open, she sprang to her feet and hurried out of the room. Strange.

It was less than a minute later when the woman returned, followed by a dark-haired doctor and two nurses, one blond and the other a brunette. The nurses exchanged a quick glance, was it surprise, shock?

“How’re you feeling Melinda?” the blond haired nurse inquired.

“I’ve got a headache,” Eda replied, her British accent strange to her ears, “Where am I? What happened?” she asked, a flash of images exploding in her mind.

She wanted to cry, to scream. But any sort of movement hurt.

“Eda, what’s the last thing you remember?” the other nurse asked, cautiously moving over to the left side of Eda’s bed.

Eda remained silent, unsure of what to say. “I… I don’t remember anything…. What… what happened to me?” she answered, panic racing through her veins.

 

Stay Tuned for More of Eda’s Story~