I V by Sydney St. Fleur (best ebook reader for laptop txt) 📖

Surrounding me, was the sight of red and blue. Sirens rang at a constant beat that never ceased. My ears became so irritated by the constant pulse that I had to cover them from time to time. The thick, black smoke that smelt of burning bush, lingered within the air, replacing the clean air in my lungs. It was a instant battle to even breathe. I was choking you could say. On smoke and anticipation to see what had happened. My heart began to race at a life threatening pace, my chest felt as though it was going to collapse. What I had ate about fifty - five minutes ago, slowly was about to exit from my body. The seconds posed as centuries that when by, left me anxious and questioning my situation. Did I lose another life tonight? I repeated this question about a million times over, was I too late? These questions spun a web of stress within my cloudy thoughts. I stood on the patio of the house and slowly turned the doorknob. A police officer was already waiting for me, and he walked towards me. "Prepare yourself." I looked at him confused. What was that supposed to mean. He led me up the blood spattered stairs and before I knew it, I stood before the door where the crime scene actually took place. Almost immediately, I covered my nose to mask the smell of the murder. It wasn't any help, the smell still seeped into my nose like a gas. I looked at the police officer as I took out my notepad and nodded at him. The indication led him to open the door. The room was pitch black, and the smell got stronger, and my stomach had butterflies. Deep inside I knew something wasn't right. I never felt this way in any other crime scene. Why do I feel like this here? I searched for the light switch then flipped it up. That's when I discovered why I felt uneasy. My notepad fell out of my hands, as if it was slow motion. My heart skipped a beat, then stopped. My throat felt like a big ball of despair. My eyes instantly became strained and my vision blurred, as everything around me began to disappear. I couldn't see anything but the victim's eyes staring back at me. I couldn't hear anything, but my own screams of distress and anger. My tears streamed down my face like a waterfall. I whispered so to myself, that I was barely even speaking.  "This could not be, not her, oh God.. Marie, I'm so sorry." It was like my sister's eyes was calling out to me and I knew exactly what they were saying. Why me? Why didn't you come save me, or at least try? How could you let this happen? I bowed my head down and let my tears crash to the floor. In all my years of being a Homicide detective would I imagine I would be at my own sister's crime scene. "Who did this to you?" I asked her this, even though I knew blank stares is what I would get in return. After calming down everything started returning, I was back in reality. I examined my little sister's body and discovered a mark on her foot. I peered closer, "III, 3....What does this mean..?" Then my stomach began to turn and my mouth became dry. "Oh my GOD!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "It's them...They killed her!!" Behind me, I heard a creaking sound, as a instinct I immediately turned to face the door. It was my assistant Drew. Once we made eye contact, he ran to me to hold my hand. I looked at him and snatched my hand away aggressively. He shook his head, "Madison.. Who?" I snapped my neck and stared into his oblivious eyes, "How could you be so naïve? Have you not been to the past two crime scenes? Roman Numeral. It Is still active." Drew looked at my sister and then at me, "..Oh no." "I have to go. RIGHT NOW. There's no time to be standing around waiting for them to kill another person. They already got the most important person in the world to me.. I would hate for another individual to feel this pain." Drew nodded in agreement as if he understood. He didn't. Not one damn bit.  As I wiped my ongoing tears, I walked out of the house and into the abyss of the night, preparing myself for a night of investigation. For some the night was ending, for me.. It was only beginning.

Publication Date: 09-04-2017

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