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|Mapple Street (standard:other, 2814 words)|
|Author: Tim||Added: May 08 2005||Views/Reads: 2134/1236||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|John and Rebecca work with police department to solve murder cases. Rebecca keeps having the same nightmare every night until she tells her husband about the dream.|
In Detroit on Maple Street, there is a nice neighborhood. There is one house where Rebecca and John live. It was now one in the morning. John awoke from a bad dream, and his nose was filled with the smell of fruit. John opened his eyes, and Rebecca's auburn colored hair was in John's face. The phone started ringing, and Rebecca did not move. John grabbed the phone. “Hello,” John said. “John, we found some people that were murdered,” Rico said. “Where?” John asked. “Okay, we are on our way,” John said. John hung up. “Honey, wake up,” John whispered into Rebecca's ear. “What is wrong?” Rebecca asked. “There has been another murder, and we are needed,” John said. “Oh, good grief,” Rebecca said as she climbed out of bed. John climbed out of bed, and he walked to the kitchen while Rebecca went into the bedroom. John turned on the TV, and he flipped through the channels. Rebecca came in several minutes later, and John went to the bedroom. He changed, and then he came back. “Let's go,” John said. Rebecca turned off the TV, and they went outside. Rebecca was quiet, actually she was too quiet. “Honey, what is wrong?” John asked. “I was just thinking,” Rebecca replied. “About the baby?” John replied. Rebecca looked at John, and a tear ran down her cheek. “Everything will be okay,” John said. “I hope you are right,” Rebecca said. They arrived at the crime scene, and Rico ran over to them. “So, what do we have?” John asked. “Five, maybe six, dead,” Rico replied. “Wait! What do you mean maybe six?” John asked. “Well, apparently one was pregnant, and one of the guys accidentally touched her stomach. The guy swore that her stomach moved, and he said her chest was warm. He also said he felt something move. We sent the body to the hospital, and they are going to cut her open to find out what is going on,” Rico said. Rebecca looked at John, and she bit her lip. “Rico, can we go to the hospital, and see what they have found out?” John asked. Rico looked at Rebecca, and she mouthed please. “Okay, but hurry up,” Rico replied. John drove to the hospital, and they ran into the hospital. John went to Dr. Sigma's office, and they sat down. “So, doc what did you find out?” John asked. “Well, apparently the girl was pregnant, but we have not been able to find out who the father was. And no one has said that they would adopt the child which means if we do not find some one to adopt her then we will have to kill the baby,” Dr. Sigma replied. Rebecca looked at John, and her bottom lip started to quiver. “No,” John said. Rebecca continued to look at John. “Doctor, can you let us have a few minutes alone?” John asked. “Sure, I be back in ten minutes,” Dr. Sigma replied. Dr. Sigma left the room, and he shut the door behind him. “Rebecca,” John said. “Please, John,” Rebecca said. “Rebecca you are expecting in eight months,” John said. “John, let me ask you if we were not married, and I was killed would you let them kill my child?” Rebecca asked. “No,” John replied. “Please, John,” Rebecca said. “Okay, we will adopt the child,” John said. “Thank you, John,” Rebecca said. John kissed Rebecca. Dr. Sigma returned ten minutes later, and they adopted the girl. But the child had to stay at the hospital, so the doctors could make sure everything is okay. John and Rebecca drove back to the crime scene. Rico led them into the house. The stairs were covered in blood, and on the staircase was body number one. “His name is Fred Sanchez, he is the father. We also have determined he was the first to be killed,” Rico said. “What is the cause of death?” Rebecca asked. “Knife to the throat,” Rico replied. They walked upstairs to the master bedroom, and there was a woman lying on her chest. There was an ax in her back. “We think she was victim number two. Her name is Victoria,” Rico said. They left the room, and Rebecca was beginning to feel sick. They walked down the hall, and came to a girl's room. “This is victim number three. Her name is Rachael. She suffocated. Victim number four was the girl who we sent to the hospital, and we have no clue how she died,” Rico said. They left the room, and they headed to the next bedroom. “This is victim number five. His name is Henry,” Rico said. There was a knife in his chest, and the sheets were soaked with his blood. Rebecca ran out the room, and down the stairs. She ran out of the house, and she threw up on the front lawn. John came out of the house, and he walked over to Rebecca. “How can anyone do something as horrible as this?” Rebecca asked as she started crying. “Honey, do not worry we will catch the one responsible for this. Now go to the car, and I will take you home,” John said. Rebecca walked to the car, and she climbed into the passenger seat. John walked to the car and he climbed into the car, and he looked at Rebecca. “Can we go to the hospital I want to see the baby again?” Rebecca asked. “Sure,” John replied. John drove to the hospital, and they walked to the nursery. Rebecca watched the child while John went to talk to Dr. Sigma. Click here to read the rest of this story (160 more lines)
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