Elliot's Mishap

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young boy is coerced into murder by an unknown character, and in order to save a girls life he must kill a man.

{An excerpt from a story I'm working on}

Submitted: August 25, 2016

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Submitted: August 25, 2016



I pushed my hair behiid my ear as I stared down at my notebook. Only 22 hours. After that, someone would die. I don’t know if it was going to be Tracy or some random passerby who didnt deserve it, but either way, someone’s clock was ticking down to its final moments. A sigh escaped my lips as ripped out this page and threw it into the over flowing trashcan, joining the other scrapped designs.

A mask. Thats what I needed. My pencil flew along the page as I ried to draw up yet another design of the outfit I was to wear. I leaned back in my chair and spun around in it, ridding my head of all thoughts other than the design and the task. Once the chair stopped spinning I grabbed my notebook and began sketching another design.

18 hours left. If I didn’t do it in time, she’d die. I won’t let that happen. I shuffled through my closet and pulled out what I needed. A pair of black sweatpants, a galaxy shirt, and the old cape from my halloween costume last year. As I pulled them on I thought about how this was going to go down. I couldn’t mess up, not now, not this time. There was far too much at stake.

I snuck into my sisters bathroom, and grabbed her eyeshadow. As I threw a ridiculous amount of black eyeshadow on my face I thought about how weird I looked. My blond hair stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the darker colors of my outfit and the eyeshadow looked like a raccoon gone emo. It didn’t matter. I was about to go back to my room when I saw a black bandana strown on the floor. So I cut eye-holes in it and tied it around my head. It didn’t help my looks any, but it made me less recognizable. I threw my cape’s hood over my head to cover up my hair and dashed back to my room. I sat down next to my window and waited for the sky to grow dark.

15 hours left. I regretted ever listening to that voice, yet my resolve was as thick as steel. No harm would come to her. I pushed my window open and carefully removed the metal netting so that a path was clear. I looked down. I was only two stories up, but it still looked incredibly high. I saw a cluster of bushes a bit too the left of my window and decided that that was going to have be where I landed if I didn’t want to break any of my bones. I looked out at the darkening sky and pushed myself out of the window, only having time lean to the side before I fell.

The bushes boke my fall, but they were crushed in several places, namely where I had fallen on them. But I didnt have time to worry about landscaping and I ran out of my neighborhood, thankful that I was so close to the front. I passed plenty of people as I walked, but none of them were right. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. It wasn’t until the moon had risen that I found the right spot. So I stopped and hid behind one of the boxes strown around, and waited. Nothing happened for several hours and I almost fell asleep, but then I heard crashing. It dragged me out of my daydream and I became alert almost instantly, I heard a shrill scream that seemed to be covered up almost immeadiatly, I heard the sound of a zipper and of something being pushed against a wall.

I jumped out, having heard enough, and tackled the man to the floor. I had only enough time to recognize the girl as a student from my math class. I didn’t watch to see where she ran off to and focused on the man beneath me.

“Get off me, kid, or you wil regret it!” the man snarled.

Something wasn’t right. “M-mr. Wright?”

That must’ve struck a cord as he stopped thrashing and stared at me in fear. “Who are you. How did you know my name?” he demanded angrily.

“It’s me, Elliot. From your 4th period class.” I pulled down my hood, so he could see that it really was me, “What the hell were you about to do.”

He didn’t give me an answer. I was about to ask him again, when all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my leg. When I looked down, it was a knife. He had this grin on his face, and reached for the nofe to grab it, but he wasn’t fast enough. I yanked it out myself, ignoring the fat that I was starting to black out, and stabbed him in the chest. I just prayed that I hit himm in the chest, and rolled over panicing. I didn’t know whatto do so I just ripped off a piece of the cape and tied it around my leg, like they did in movies, and then shoved the rest of the cape behind a box.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and managed to call my uncle, he lived less than a mile from where he was.

“…Elliot? Its 11 PM what do you want.” I heard a groggy voice answer.

“I-i need help.”  

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