The story is based on the picture above.
When I saw her staggering towards me, I knew she was in trouble. I was on my way to hand crucial documents over regarding a highly sensitive case involving a crime syndicate, but I couldn’t help myself from going into action mode when I saw this girl in distress.
Instinctively, I moved in closer to catch her as I could see she was on the verge of collapse. As I let her lean against me, I held her as though in an embrace, both to protect her and to scan the surrounding area. Her blood was seeping through on to my shirt, her wound was bleeding badly. My years as a private detective taught me to survey the area in-depth. Someone here had a knife, dripping with blood on their person, trying to cover their movements with an air of casualness.
The elderly man in the striped shirt seemed harmless enough, it seemed as though he had his wife with him or perhaps she was a companion. Ahead of them, another elderly man in a blue shirt and what may be a camera bag slung around his shoulder. They formed the picture of harmlessness, a perfect disguise for a crime in public, but then I caught a glimpse of the quick scurry and stressed movements by a tall man in the green T-shirt. Was he trying to force the door open? The woman just behind him was trying to act casual, but her folded arms were dead a giveaway. They had spotted me grab the girl; they knew it was not an embrace as they realised what I must have seen…
I called over to the older man in the blue shirt, asked him to call for help as I gently rested the girl against the wall. The man came rushing over stating that he was a doctor. I reached for my gun from my shoulder holster and started the chase. The couple had already managed to open the door.
The inside of the building was dark and damp. I had to stand still for a minute using my senses to hear any sounds, all the time wishing that my eyes would adjust to the dark quicker. Quietly I followed the voices I heard in the distance. The voices were getting a little louder as I etched in closer. I realised that the couple thought they got away with their crime, but little did they know that I was on to them. The minute I stepped into the room, they both stared at me without blinking an eye lid. It was then that I realised that I had fallen into a cleverly laid trap and that I was in just as much trouble as the girl.
Staring at them in amazement and cursing myself for my own stupidity, I slowly levelled my hand gun in their direction. The dark haired woman even smiled at me, sort of sardonically as though she was going to crack up laughing any minute. Just then, I felt the very cold barrel of a gun pushing into the back of my neck and a voice ordering me to drop my weapon.
As I dropped the gun I turned to find myself face to face with the man in the blue shirt with the girl from the street standing next to him, right as rain, smiling at me with a smile as cold as the person she must be. She ripped the small plastic bag filled with left over red liquid from her body and flung it on the ground.
I had made the biggest mistake of my life, I fell into a trap, set up especially for me, by people who had studied me and knew how I would react. My life was now in these people’s hands. Grimly, I handed the over the documents, cursing myself for not following my first instincts about them. They formed an innocent picture, and yet they were playing out a perfect crime.
I knew I would get out of this jam, I just didn’t know how…
This is an old story. Those who have read my blog for a while now will recognise it. It was a challenge to write a post based on the picture. I thought I’d re-post it as this weeks “Weekly Writing Challenge” is “Cliffhanger” and I suppose this one fits the bill.
PS: I’d like to add that I don’t think I’m a wonderful writer, I just do it for the fun of it. 🙂