A Crime I Didn't Commit- A story ~PLEASE READ
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Post it!!
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Okayz...
I'm actually handwriting this story, on Chapter 13 handwritten XD
I'm actually handwriting this story, on Chapter 13 handwritten XD
Hurry!!!
I don't like to wait!! Lol, JK.
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great story cant wait to hear the rest!!
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CHAPTER 6
He must've somehow got my fingerprints and dotted them onto the knife to cover it up. I think. But how did he not leave his own fingerprints... I realized. And how did he get my fingerprints...
I had more questions than answers.
I look back to the chains binding my hands behind my back. If I could just... get the knife... I think, trying to grab the handle of the knife embedded into the stone wall with my teeth. Just a little more... I lean forward and manage to grasp the knife. I pull forward the best I can, but my teeth lose grip on the slippery handle. Crap. It clangs to the floor beside my bare foot, and I cringe. I expect the cloaked figures to come running in, but they don't. Keeping my eyes fixed on the red lit hallway, I slide my foot over and ease the knife across the floor toward the wall, then up the wall, and directly into my hand. I begin to saw off the chains, pressing hard, doing the best I could with both my hands tied. One of the chains gives way, allowing me to move sideways. I grasp the wrist of my still trapped hand and pull. I strain and strain and finally the chain snaps. The friction is so powerful it sends me flying back. I hit the hard, marble floor with a thud, as a siren starts to wail. I look up, seeing a siren right above the place where I'd been held. Huh, never even noticed that there... I think as I haul myself to my feet and take off. Around the twisting and turning hallways, down corridors, scaling flights of stairs, when I realize I have no clue where I'm going, and my legs start to shake from running. I know the cloaked figures are following me. So I dash off again, heading toward a door. Light is streaming through, and I know it's the way out.
As soon as I reach the door, metal bars slam over it. I turn around, and flatten myself against the blocked door.
"Well well, sweetheart. What do we have here?" A familiar voice mocks. "You really think you could get out?"
"You!" I roar.
"I don't think you know what the penalty is for escaping." He chuckles evilly. "Allow me to demonstrate."
He raises a .50 calibur rifle, and aims at me.
Before I could even finish, his finger flexed, pulling the trigger.
He must've somehow got my fingerprints and dotted them onto the knife to cover it up. I think. But how did he not leave his own fingerprints... I realized. And how did he get my fingerprints...
I had more questions than answers.
I look back to the chains binding my hands behind my back. If I could just... get the knife... I think, trying to grab the handle of the knife embedded into the stone wall with my teeth. Just a little more... I lean forward and manage to grasp the knife. I pull forward the best I can, but my teeth lose grip on the slippery handle. Crap. It clangs to the floor beside my bare foot, and I cringe. I expect the cloaked figures to come running in, but they don't. Keeping my eyes fixed on the red lit hallway, I slide my foot over and ease the knife across the floor toward the wall, then up the wall, and directly into my hand. I begin to saw off the chains, pressing hard, doing the best I could with both my hands tied. One of the chains gives way, allowing me to move sideways. I grasp the wrist of my still trapped hand and pull. I strain and strain and finally the chain snaps. The friction is so powerful it sends me flying back. I hit the hard, marble floor with a thud, as a siren starts to wail. I look up, seeing a siren right above the place where I'd been held. Huh, never even noticed that there... I think as I haul myself to my feet and take off. Around the twisting and turning hallways, down corridors, scaling flights of stairs, when I realize I have no clue where I'm going, and my legs start to shake from running. I know the cloaked figures are following me. So I dash off again, heading toward a door. Light is streaming through, and I know it's the way out.
As soon as I reach the door, metal bars slam over it. I turn around, and flatten myself against the blocked door.
"Well well, sweetheart. What do we have here?" A familiar voice mocks. "You really think you could get out?"
"You!" I roar.
"I don't think you know what the penalty is for escaping." He chuckles evilly. "Allow me to demonstrate."
He raises a .50 calibur rifle, and aims at me.
Before I could even finish, his finger flexed, pulling the trigger.
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I don't plan to post the next chapter until tommorow!
Good for suspense.
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