It's All a Lie

Ch. 1

Time to go
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I tied a long, orange and yellow rope to the end of my wooden bed and threw it out the window. I had always enjoyed the night time more than the daytime, it had always made me feel more..alive.  Plus it was so much easier trying to escape an orphanage at night because everyone would be asleep, even if some kids were awake they would most likely be too lazy to report it.

The lack of security here was appalling. No sketchy old man circling the building every hour, just one guard at the gate. I repelled down the side of the four-story building being careful not to touch the windows, then tugged my black hoodie over my head and ran from bushes to trees all the way to the 6 foot stone wall. The wall hid most of the orphanage from the world except for the small guarded gate that only opened for food or future adopters.

I jumped onto the wall climbing quickly to the top (I had climbed this wall many nights to sneak out that it became easy to climb over). After climbing down I ran down the hill and into the city. The city is so pretty at night. All of the tall buildings light up in different colors and...ring ring.

I took out my flip phone from my back pocket and there was Evan's number.

Evan was one of the people I worked with at the convenience store. He was always the person where if you forgot something he would give you his and would always fill in your job if you couldn't make it to work.

He was probably calling to tell me to be safe because of the serial killer going around robbing and killing convenience store workers, I thought.

When he first heard of it, he asked the boss if workers could work in pairs, but our boss told him we don't have enough workers to do that.

I picked up the phone and Evan answered, " Oh my gosh Alexa you had me so worried that you had been murdered or something, where are you." Yes before you start thinking my name is Alexa, it's not. That was just the name I used when I forged the papers I needed to work there.

"I'm right outside the store Evan calm down."

"Oh really," he releases his breath, " Ok then, talk to you in a few."

Then he hung up. I pushed the hood from my head, opened the glass door, and walked into the convenience store where I worked. Evan was standing behind the cashier counter with dark bags under his eyes. He had giant brown eyes with shoulder length black hair and olive skin.

" Hey Alexa, sorry I just got worried and...."

" It's fine Evan, you can leave now and get some sleep. I should be able to run it from here."

" But I still have three minutes. I don't want you to work extra...."

"It's fine, a few extra minutes won't kill me."

"Ok," he said reluctantly, "good night Alexa."

"Night Evan."

Even walked out the door and drove away in his old green car.

This convenience store looks like any other convenience store, the walls are painted white, there are aisles of chips, and other random things to drink up against the walls, and had restrooms that look like they haven't been cleaned in years. I look down at my black watch my father gave me as a present and whisper to myself, " In five, four, three, two, and one." Bam.

As of right on cue a driver in all black crashes through the windows. Sharp, translucent pieces of glass fly through the air. Even though I got a few cuts as soon as the driver was out of the car I dive towards him. I first kick the gun out of his hands. It flies a couple of feet away from us. After the man realizes this he starts throwing random punches left and right at my face and stomach. I make sure to get hit by a few of them even though I could easily dodge them because I need evidence for the police.

After I was done getting hit I grabbed and twisted his arms behind him and pushed him into the cashier's chair.

Now tied in a chair, the serial killer or Ethan Watson as I learned through additional research (which did not include hacking into the police's station  to learn more information about the case from a library computer) stared at me with wide eyes.

"How did you know I was coming here?"

" It was easy really," I shrug. " If you look at all the convenience stores you hit in the past it starts to spell out a word, do you know what that word is Mr. Watson."

He stares back at me with fumes coming out of his eyes. "Do you think you're some hero of justice, going around catching all the criminals."

I ignore him, "It spells the word, revenge... You were trying to advantage your wife and five year old son who died after someone shot them."

"I told the police someone was going to hurt them, I told them. THEY DIDN'T LISTEN AND NOW THEY ARE DEAD."

In the distance I started to hear police sirens fast approaching. Great, they are finally here.

Someone must've called the police after they saw the car crash into the store. I look back at the killer who is still mumbling to himself. That's why you try not to make a big scene, amateur, I think to myself. I get down on the floor next to the broken counter, my face on the ground. I tried to make myself appear unconscious.

The police came in screaming, "HANDS IN THE AIR." Boy they must've been surprised when they saw the criminal sitting, tied to a chair. I wish I could see their faces.

After they took Mr. Waston to a police car, I was woken and brought to an ambulance. I told the police I was helping a customer when a car crashed into the building. I tried to punch the person but was knocked out in the process.

Nice and simple. They can't check a video camera to see the "customer I was helping" and why would people trust the word of a killer. It was an easy win. After I was bandaged up I took off back into the alleyway. I must've been going so fast I didn't see the man come and knock me out.