My name is John Brown. I have been in the marines for about 12 years. I am married to a woman beautiful in every way. Her name is Sarah. We have been married for 5 years. We live in a russet brown house on the beach in sunny Miami. Since I have been deployed in Afghanistan, I have my best friend Sam look after Sarah. In late March, I told her that I was coming back home for a few months. She was ecstatic. Three months later when I got home, I was in for a surprise.
“Honey, I’m home!” I yelled. There was no answer; there was a loud silence throughout the house. I went through the lower half of the house vigorously looking for my wife. I shouted like a banshee, “Hello Sarah”. I raced up the stairs so fast that I almost fell. I reached our room, and it reminded me of a murder scene. The mirror was in pieces all over the floor, crimson blood coated the glass and the floor it was on. When I continued into the bathroom, my heart jumped out of my chest. The shower was running, glass was broken, bottles of shampoo, and then a note, a note that was ominous and inclement in nature. It said,
“Your wife is gone; she will be killed unless you find me in a week.” Once I read the note, I went through a gamut of emotions. My head, a mixing bowl of emotions, filled with thoughts of anger, and depression. I felt that my adventurous life was coming to an end.
Once getting over the fact that my wife has been kidnapped, I called Sam wondering why he wasn’t there. “Sam where were you?” I shouted loudly through the phone. “What do you mean” he said as if he just woke up. “Sarah….and she’s gone and it’s entirely your fault.” I said partly crying. “John calm down it’s going to be okay, we will find her.” He said calmly. “We better, or it’s your head.” I said coldly.
We met at my house, and Sam pulled up in an ebony black dodge challenger. Sam is a intermediating man, he’s 6’2, muscular build, and a Jack of all trades. “So Sam what’s your plan? What are we going to do?” I said. “I have a contact within the Miami Vice; we can go to him and see if he will help us.”
The police station looked like any other station would look. It was a cerulean blue and a vermillion color. The officers were in their standard sky blue uniforms. Sam led me to his friend who was a detective in the precinct. I told him how I came home from being deployed in Afghanistan, and found my room destroyed and in utter ruin. His office, a virtual icebox, was freezing cold. He was smoking a enormous cigar, and it was emitting a charcoal black smoke. He told me that he would send a small team of officers to search my house for evidence, or any signs. “But that won’t be enough, what you need to do is send this whole precinct around the city and find this sociopath!” I yelled. My hands going towards his neck, I calmed myself. He says “Sir, control yourself, we can’t send the whole precinct for one person.” When I turn around to talk to Sam, he seemed to be distracted as if in deep thought. We went back to my house. My house, a crime scene, was riddled with police officers.
Since we got nowhere with the feds, I decided to take matters in my own hands. I returned to my base camp in North Carolina, to see if I can get any help. “Colonel Williams, Sir I need your help!” I said while saluting. “At ease soldier, what do you need?” “I need to find a man who kidnapped my wife sir.” I said warily. “Is that it, this is child’s play for us, we just need a sample of her DNA.” I hand him her wedding ring I found on the floor in our room. “From this, we can find her anywhere in the world.” He says. “She’s in Chicago.” “Thank You Sir, you’re a life saver.” I said happily. “Sam, I guess we are heading to Chicago.” When I said this Sam’s face looked very worried. Lungs filling with blood, I fell to the ground.
When I woke up, I was in a room black as space and cold as Alaska. Then I saw her for the first time in three months, Sarah was sitting across from me. She looked beaten, she had a black eye, cuts, bruises, and covered in blood. Then I heard it, the most cold, eerie, cynical laugh. This laugh I recognized, it was Sam. “Hello John, so glad you’re awake to see this” “Sam, what are you doing? Why?” I yelled. “It started after you were deployed to Afghanistan, I was over your house and I started a conversation with Sarah, she was sad you were gone I wanted your place but she was too faithful.” “So I decided from that day to get rid of you by kidnapping her, and luring you.” He said murderously. “She is a strong woman and crazy as a raging bull, too bad you both have to die.” A man in black came and shot Sarah. I felt like I died a little inside.
When the man came over to shoot me, my instincts kicked in overdrive. My horse started to beat like a race horse, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I tripped him, and broke the chair while he was on the ground and knocked the man out. I took the gun from his hand and finished him off. Bleeding from the old wound, I moved slowly. I got to the roof of the building, and Sam was there with a gun in his hands. We stood staring at each other for 20 minutes and shot at each other simultaneously. Sam dropped to ground, and I blacked out. Two months later I awoke from my coma and was redeployed to Afghanistan. Good friends are hard to come by. Who do you trust?
“Honey, I’m home!” I yelled. There was no answer; there was a loud silence throughout the house. I went through the lower half of the house vigorously looking for my wife. I shouted like a banshee, “Hello Sarah”. I raced up the stairs so fast that I almost fell. I reached our room, and it reminded me of a murder scene. The mirror was in pieces all over the floor, crimson blood coated the glass and the floor it was on. When I continued into the bathroom, my heart jumped out of my chest. The shower was running, glass was broken, bottles of shampoo, and then a note, a note that was ominous and inclement in nature. It said,
“Your wife is gone; she will be killed unless you find me in a week.” Once I read the note, I went through a gamut of emotions. My head, a mixing bowl of emotions, filled with thoughts of anger, and depression. I felt that my adventurous life was coming to an end.
Once getting over the fact that my wife has been kidnapped, I called Sam wondering why he wasn’t there. “Sam where were you?” I shouted loudly through the phone. “What do you mean” he said as if he just woke up. “Sarah….and she’s gone and it’s entirely your fault.” I said partly crying. “John calm down it’s going to be okay, we will find her.” He said calmly. “We better, or it’s your head.” I said coldly.
We met at my house, and Sam pulled up in an ebony black dodge challenger. Sam is a intermediating man, he’s 6’2, muscular build, and a Jack of all trades. “So Sam what’s your plan? What are we going to do?” I said. “I have a contact within the Miami Vice; we can go to him and see if he will help us.”
The police station looked like any other station would look. It was a cerulean blue and a vermillion color. The officers were in their standard sky blue uniforms. Sam led me to his friend who was a detective in the precinct. I told him how I came home from being deployed in Afghanistan, and found my room destroyed and in utter ruin. His office, a virtual icebox, was freezing cold. He was smoking a enormous cigar, and it was emitting a charcoal black smoke. He told me that he would send a small team of officers to search my house for evidence, or any signs. “But that won’t be enough, what you need to do is send this whole precinct around the city and find this sociopath!” I yelled. My hands going towards his neck, I calmed myself. He says “Sir, control yourself, we can’t send the whole precinct for one person.” When I turn around to talk to Sam, he seemed to be distracted as if in deep thought. We went back to my house. My house, a crime scene, was riddled with police officers.
Since we got nowhere with the feds, I decided to take matters in my own hands. I returned to my base camp in North Carolina, to see if I can get any help. “Colonel Williams, Sir I need your help!” I said while saluting. “At ease soldier, what do you need?” “I need to find a man who kidnapped my wife sir.” I said warily. “Is that it, this is child’s play for us, we just need a sample of her DNA.” I hand him her wedding ring I found on the floor in our room. “From this, we can find her anywhere in the world.” He says. “She’s in Chicago.” “Thank You Sir, you’re a life saver.” I said happily. “Sam, I guess we are heading to Chicago.” When I said this Sam’s face looked very worried. Lungs filling with blood, I fell to the ground.
When I woke up, I was in a room black as space and cold as Alaska. Then I saw her for the first time in three months, Sarah was sitting across from me. She looked beaten, she had a black eye, cuts, bruises, and covered in blood. Then I heard it, the most cold, eerie, cynical laugh. This laugh I recognized, it was Sam. “Hello John, so glad you’re awake to see this” “Sam, what are you doing? Why?” I yelled. “It started after you were deployed to Afghanistan, I was over your house and I started a conversation with Sarah, she was sad you were gone I wanted your place but she was too faithful.” “So I decided from that day to get rid of you by kidnapping her, and luring you.” He said murderously. “She is a strong woman and crazy as a raging bull, too bad you both have to die.” A man in black came and shot Sarah. I felt like I died a little inside.
When the man came over to shoot me, my instincts kicked in overdrive. My horse started to beat like a race horse, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I tripped him, and broke the chair while he was on the ground and knocked the man out. I took the gun from his hand and finished him off. Bleeding from the old wound, I moved slowly. I got to the roof of the building, and Sam was there with a gun in his hands. We stood staring at each other for 20 minutes and shot at each other simultaneously. Sam dropped to ground, and I blacked out. Two months later I awoke from my coma and was redeployed to Afghanistan. Good friends are hard to come by. Who do you trust?
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