The Real Killer

The Investigation Begins

I waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally, the police started the investigation. I got so bored. I decided to fly back to Marcete and Larny. When I got to the place I was killed, my body was gone. So were Larny and Marcete. I closed my eyes, went back through the wall, and began to thoroughly search the neighbourhood. I flew fast and looked closely. And then, I saw Larny putting something big in the dumpster. Most likely my dead body.

As soon as Larny left, a man who looked about twenty years old went to the dumpster to through trash away. I guessed he saw the big bag with my body in it. He took it out of the the trash, unzipped the bag, and screamed.

About three minutes later, the police showed up. I assumed the man called the police and then, got scared, and fled before the police would arrive. I wasn't focused, so I didn't see him leave. The police got out of their cars, and helped my mom out of one of them. Together, they walked towards the bag that contained my lifeless body. One of them stepped forward, took a deep breath and unzipped it. There lie my body.

My mother screamed. She cried and said my name repeatedly, sadness in her voice. "Samantha. No. Samantha. Samantha. Please." She looked at my solemn face. "We're gonna dust for fingerprints and examine the place. Some of the other officers will take you home. We'll update you with any info we receive. Have a nice night, ma'am." A policeman said to my mom.

I sat around a while watching the policemen. Eventually, they found fingerprints on my body. I followed them to the police station. After they found who they belonged to, they called my mom. They told her the fingerprints belonged to Leonard Dernod. Could that be Larny's real name? "We've found a the killer." Said a policeman.