The sleuth

Friday Fictioneers

Yay!Its Friday!No?What do you mean it is Wednesday?At FF,it is Friday and if you don’t believe it,you sure need to visit our amazing hostess Rochelle Wisoff Fields at her blog http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/.Every week,she inspires over 100 talented writers  from all over the globe to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt.

This week the photo prompt has been provided by none other than,the Prima Donna ,Rochelle ,herself.Well,as you all can see,this is a tough photo and I had a hard time  orchestrating my lines.Thus,if it sounds off -key,kindly bear with my unskilled play.I promise to practice and do better next time(and do remember promises are meant to be broken,har!har!).My 100 word story follows just after the photo prompt below:-)

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

                                 Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

———————————————————————————————————————————————————————–

The sleuth

‘I don’t like our neighbour. Looks like Jack the Ripper. ”

“Beatrice!”

Beatrice loved crime serials and fancied herself to be Sherlock Holmes.

“Arthur, can you hear odd sounds from upstairs?”

“No.”

“Something heavy is being dragged.”

“The bed?”

Later…

“Arthur, there is blood in the drain.”

“I don’t see any.”

“You blind? Am sure he has killed her.”

“ARTHUR! Come quick-he is escaping.”

“Go to bed.”

“But he had a sack…Am going to call the police.”

“Yes Madam, we found traces of human blood .An APB has been issued. Thank you for your call.”

Beatrice beamed.

 

Image

 

                                                    ——————————X—————————

His nemesis

the speakeasy at yeah write #148

His nemesis

It was such a beautiful night. After her parents left to attend a late night dinner party, she sat looking at the sky, counting the stars. She felt happy and at peace. An hour later she was snuggling into bed when he came and stood at the door. She smiled and said,” Need anything?”  He came in and locked the door. She sat up and asked in an alarmed voice, “What’s wrong?” He did not answer but strode over to the bed and threw himself on her. Shocked she became immobile for a few minutes but then as she felt his hands and lips everywhere, she panicked. She kicked and fought with all the strength of a fifteen year old but he was stronger and older. He murmured sweet nothings and then he ravaged not only her body but her tender soul. She was scarred for life. Not that he cared. After it was over he said, “No one could ever know what happened here.”

Brenda had been tailing him for days. She knew her hunch was right. She watched him now from behind the trees near the park.

This was her tenth such case. She was determined to bring the culprit to book and make this her 1oth successful mission.

He had been sitting on the bench, hiding behind the newspaper, which he was pretending to read.

Brenda knew that his eyes were on the girl in the pink dress-a sweet girl about fourteen. He had been following her for the last two weeks. What he did not know was while he was trying to trap his prey, he was also being hunted. Brenda gave a satisfied smile.

She loathed such men who preyed on innocent young girls, raping them and many a times murdering them-just for kicks!

She knew where he planned to take the victim and had already alerted her team. They would be waiting for him. Not that she would let that happen but just in case…

As evening approached, slowly the park started emptying. The girl left with her friend. The man followed.

Brenda knew that the girl would part from her friend at the fork in the road and the man would be making his move then.

She waited to ambush him.

She saw the girl coming and waited for the man to appear but he seemed to be taking forever. Had he changed his mind? But why should he change his modus operandi? Had he become suspicious? Many thoughts and apprehensions raced through Brenda’s mind.

A blue sedan came honking by and stopped next to the girl. Brenda saw her smile, .nod and point to the opposite lane. Then to her utter surprise she saw her climb into the car. Before she could react, the car sped by. She was shocked to see that the man was at the wheel.

No time to get her car, she thought as she raced to the road and hailed a cab. She was glad that her team was waiting for this rascal but soon was dismayed to see the blue sedan heading in the opposite direction. She contacted her team and told them to send back up as soon as possible.

As the blue sedan swerved and took a sudden right turn, her heart lurched for she saw that it was entering a secluded area. She asked the driver to stop when she saw the sedan slowing. As she had suspected it stopped in front of a run down two-storey building. The man got down; dragging the now shrieking girl after him .Another man came out from the house and said something to the first man. Then he picked up the girl, turned and entered the house, while the second man left.

.

Brenda paid the cab driver and walked into the house.

The man was bent upon the spread–eagled girl on the bed, who had fainted in terror.

The man was saying, “My sweet one! From now on you belong to me!”

That voice!

No one could ever know what happened here.

 And Brenda was 15 again!

 “No!! Not ever again, you dirty scumbag!”She screamed.

He turned and froze seeing the gun in her hand.

But then recognition flooded his eyes and he drawled,”Lookie, it is sweet little sis. Come gimme a kiss!”

Brenda’s skin crawled. She could not bear it anymore.

“You hateful bastard! You are no brother of mine!” cried Brenda and fired all six bullets into him.

Image

——————————————X——————————————-

This was written  for the Speakeasy at Yeah Write. This week, the prompt sentence is: “No one could ever know what happened here,” which can be located anywhere in the story  and also made some sort of reference to the song Counting Stars, by OneRepublic. Word count-750(including the prompt and title).

To check out what others have written or to join the challenge click on this link –  http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/148-open/