CH 21: Weapons

Small accidents and illnesses were just small time according to her mother, it was when the gunshot or stab victims gushing blood arrived at the hospital that all hell broke loose. These stories terrified Sara the most and her imagination began to run rampant so she couldn’t help but think of all sorts of twisted scenarios. Finally Sara ensured she was home before sunset because besides of being afraid of the dark (Achluophobia) she was scared of a thug robbing her (Harpaxophobia) and either knifing (Sabresmittenophobia), shooting (Hoplophobia), or bludgeoning her to death. In fact all types of weapons petrified her so much so that she imaged ones that didn’t even exist. Her mother unconsciously mentioned one time at dinner about a teenage girl who was raped and beaten left for dead on the sidewalk and having to give the mortified girl a rape test. Sara’s eyes widened in terror at the possibility that it could be her one day. In fact a drug dealer that hung around the school bleachers and behind the school annex to sell drugs followed her when she was kept at school after dark tutoring a kid in the library. She could hear him clicking open and shut a switch blade and turned around to see sure enough the druggie’s knife reflected the street light. Sara ran all the way home all out of breath and more terrified than she had ever been. The next day at school Ellen slipped something into her school bag. “Take care of him before he takes care of you” she growled in a low tone. Sara went into the girls’ washroom in a stall and pulled out a taser… a taser! That night after school she hung out inside until dark Sara knew he was there she could see him leaning under a light post the daft bastard and he stalked her as suspected but Sara let him get closer and closer until she turned around and zap! A loud crackle and the guy danced as strike by lighting and crumpled to the ground in a smoking heap, dead. “Oh shit! Sara said as she quickly walked away not seeing Ellen smiling in the shadows. Still not very creative Ellen thought and she had to give her a hand but maybe next time Sara would come up with something on her own. Right now she was a B- student in Ellen’s books.

Both Detective Buck Dale and his new sidekick Jack Nickels showed up to the crime scene this was obviously not an accident. Officer Jay Jennings was first on the scene as usual. They stood around looking down at the victim although they didn’t see him as a victim. Buck didn’t feel bad for the dirt-bag at all he recognized the scum as the drug dealer who hung around the school selling weed plus he had assault, theft, and attempted rape on his rap sheet so he deserved what he got. But Buck mentioned to Jack that this was the third death tied to the location of the school even though the first two worked at the school this guy hung around the area. The localized burn mark on his chest looked like a taser gun but none of them had ever heard of one that killed. And this injury was brutal it was a larger and deeper burn region that a taser would normally cover. But with all the kids the druggie sold to it would take weeks to get a list of suspects even if they could get a list at all. The two detectives had the principal call an assembly and they addressed the students about the murder and how to contact them. Looking at the kids shuffling their feet at even the mention of a drug dealer Buck knew that not one of them would squeal on another so it was a dead-end. That’s o.k. though because Ellen was about to commit another crime that they could try to solve.

Illustrated by: Jason Hendrickson