The Blown-Masked Murderer

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An unidentified murderer wearing a clown mask has been seen killing two teenage boys in Orleans’s suburban area, said the news host. The news channel showed pictures of the victims. They were my friends. My best friends, in fact. We always came together and made fun of the smaller kids at our school. Especially this one dorky kid in the 8th grade. Everyone kept on telling me that my friends and I were uselessly bullying kids. But we weren't. I wasn’t that kind of person. It was just a joke. You know, just having a laugh. No big deal. Right? “That’s why they didn’t answer me”, I thought. “They’re dead.” I was saddened by the news, but I was also puzzled. “Why did they die?”, “How?”, “Who is this clown-masked murderer?” My head was filled with …show more content…

The Orleans Police asks everyone who is living in the suburban sector of the city, to stay in their houses and… The television screen went black. I was paralyzed with fear. I was terrified. I didn't know if this meant something. In fact, all I knew is that I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I had to learn more about this clown-masked murderer. I opened my smartphone and started doing a research on the mysterious clown murderer. I ended up on a website called “CrimeWatch”. The website said that a person wearing a clown mask has been seen heading towards Rollins Street. But, as soon as I finished reading that information, my phone screen turned off, like the TV. The phone wouldn’t turn on again. But, I wasn’t too worried about my phone. The masked murderer was heading to Rollins Street. That’s I lived on that street. Only seconds after that thought, the electricity in the house went off. …show more content…

I tried to stop my bike, to turn around, but nothing was working. The brakes weren’t working. And no matter how hard I tried, the handlebar wouldn’t have budged. I was heading straight towards the clown. I had to jump. I jumped off my bike, but my shoelace stayed stuck to the pedal. I fell off my bike awkwardly. As I hit the ground, I slid on the wet pavement and scraped my leg. The pain was terrible. It felt as if someone put a thousand swords in my leg. I saw that there was a deep crater on my leg, from which blood came out. I lifted my head up and saw the clown-masked murderer running towards me while wielding his knife. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. My injured leg didn’t let me. Now, the clown was at least two meters from me. I had to do something. Quickly, I reached into my pocket and took out the swiss army knife. I then threw it at the clown-masked murderer, to back him off. The knife hit the clown right in the mask. The murderer’s head snapped back as the knife made contact with his head. The clown mask fell to the ground. As the murderer lowered his head, I immediately recognized him, despite the bad scar he had on his left cheek. It was the dorky kid I made fun of at school. Was this why he killed both my friends? And now he wanted to kill me? It was only a joke. Nothing that we said or did to him was meant to anger

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