Little Miss Detective

I didn’t mean for Marie Dawson to die. It was all a blur to be honest. After everything that’s happened the past week. My whole world just turned upside down in a matter of days. It all started on a Monday as if Mondays aren’t shitty enough. I was living my normal life as a college student. I lived in my cramped dorm with Marie. At the beginning of college which that’s been about two years now. Me and Marie didn’t get along at first. But eventually and naturally we became like sisters and did everything together.

Now here we are lying on a cold dirty concrete floor. The only light was the moonlight of the full moon shining through the shattered windows. Looking over Marie’s broken body I could see a bone sticking out of her right leg, the congealed blood that made the space smell like horrid iron. Her face was swollen and bruised, cuts along her face going all the way down to her feet. We had both lost our shoes running that night. We were running from him.

I found him. Or maybe he found us, and I just thought I had found him. He seemed to have this whole night planned out. All the traps and the path we followed to escape. That’s what led us to this hellhole. Maybe this is where we were supposed to be because that’s what he wanted. “Fuck”. Trying to get myself up from the ground but I had twisted my ankle earlier and the adrenaline rush I had was wearing off the searing pain of my bloody feet and ankle were sinking in. “No, I have to try. Marie, I’m so sorry. God this is all my fault and now your fucking dead.” I Screamed at her body with tears starting to run down my face. Harshly rubbing my eyes with my dirtied hoodie sleeves. I was up now, and I gave one last look to what killed Marie.

A blow to her head is what ended her young life. Tripping over a line of wire that had been anchored to another trap which sent a large rock flying down right into the top of her head. I could hear the cracking of her skull on the impact. Scrunching up my nose in response to the flashback I heard the bones crunch on repeat in my head. Slamming my fist into the nearest object, which was an old piece of metal equipment from this old factory. I didn’t even react to the pain I felt coursing through my hand. “I’m not going to die Marie! Not unless I’m taking that bastard with me.”

Walking further into the building and walking ever so slowly along the wall to avoid running into more traps. Seeing some old lockers against a brick wall I started going through all of them and the stuff left behind. In one locker, there was a bookbag and inside I found a pocketknife. “Lucky me” I gave a small smile before sliding it into my jean short pockets. Through further searching I found a metal piece of piping. Keeping it in my hand, as I suddenly halted as a voice spoke out in the darkness of another room.

“What happened to your little friend Riley?” He said almost in a comedic voice. His tall build came into view as he stepped into the light and outside of the doorway. My body was frozen. The fear coursing through my entire being made it feel impossible to move. You know the fight or flight feeling really is a thing. But what about being so terrified you feel like your body isn’t yours. Like you have no bodily control over yourself. “Fuck you” I said in almost a whisper which only made him chuckle. His laugh was enough to get the blood pumping back into my system. I gripped the metal pipe hard enough to turn my knuckles white.

“Hm shocked you survived this long. See that’s what you get for playing detective. Should have let the cops try to catch me in their own time. Not that I think they would have succeeded. But you and your little friend would have seen each other another day. Now you’ll be my… hmm 13th victim within a year.” He smiled showing his way to white teeth off. His short blond hair hadn’t moved through this whole night slicked back with slimy hair gel. His clothes had not one stain on them. His button-up and jeans even lacked the proper wrinkles normal people would have in them.

“You aren’t going to get away with this” I stated simply and made my way over to him. I made sure to hide the bar behind my back as well as I could. Slowly pulling the knife from my pocket. He pulled a gun from his pants that he had tucked into his belt. He held up a small pistol pointing it at the center of my chest. He never faltered in his devious smile. He just arched his eyebrow “I already have darlin, so why don’t you show me what your hiding?” I smiled back at him and stopped walking once the gun was touching my chest.

Taking a quick breath “With pleasure” I said while quickly swinging the bar right into the side of his head with my right hand. The gun fired but due to the head smashing the aim was off and the bullet plunged deep into the left of my collar bone. The adrenaline helped me barely react to the shot. I then buried the knife into the side of his head right below the ear as deep as I could. He dropped the gun and it hit the concrete floor. I backed away from him. He grabbed the knife, yanking it out of his throat as blood started pouring out of his stab wound. Walking to stand over him the bar still gripped tightly in my hand.

Straring down at him as he held his hand over the wound. “I’m going to kill you bitch” he said as he gasped a bit after saying it. “Hm no I’m going to hurt you some more before you bleed out on me.” I said with a smile. Grabbing the pipe with both hands and holding it behind my head for a good swing. “This is for raping those girls!” bringing it down right onto his pelvis and he gave out a curdling scream. I pulled it back again, bringing it down on his right kneecap. Then again on his left “That’s for Marie!”. The bones being cracked made goosebumps appear all over my body. Tossing the metal pipe to the side.

I then grabbed the gun from the ground and sat on his chest. He’s gasping for air and crying in pain at this point. Leaning over his face I point the gun in the center of his forehead. “This is to make sure there is no getting back up you fucking psychopath” I whispered to him as I shot the gun off three times. The blood splatter hit my face as I did but I didn’t dare blink. After a few moments I fell off him lying beside his corpse and everything started to look fuzzy. I was losing consciousness. “We fucking did it Marie.”