We went back to our home town to celebrate, including all the officers! We were dancing hours and hours, lots of different music. I looked around to everyone happy that the Black Killer is dead after 20 years of searching, they're faces were to happy to describe. I felt a bit of a hero, although I didn't do much. But I was still having a good time until... Bang! A loud gun noise came from the top of the room, the music stopped and everyones happy faces turned to frowns. The we saw an officer falling to the floor with a bullet right in his back, it was the same type of bullet that was used to kill the two officers back in the den. Thats when we thought somthing was wrong, we knew what to do. Every person jumped to the floor apart from the officers, the officers shot bullets everyone, I was scared. The chief came crawling to me and shouted ...
"We need to get out of here!"
Me, the chief and my dad jumped to our feet and ran out, officers that were fleeing were running past us, we got out of the station and everyone ran everywhere, apart from me, me dad and the chief, we all went back to my house.
"He's still alive, isn't he chief." I groaned
"Yes...yes he is"
We have got to get back to work. The Chief went home and I went to bed after a long celebration for practically another 30 officers including swat dead.
The next day the chief came back to our house to talk to us about 'The Black Killer'. We got set back to work straight away. We had officers searching all over the contry, and officers all over the contry dying. This wasn't a good experience.
"Why me, I said to myself why did this have to happen to me?"
All day I had to be with the chief, it was boring, I don't think I was much help anymore. My dad always promised me this will soon be over. But actually its so far carried on for another 3 years of searching and deaths.
When I reached 19 I became a police officer and worked for the police helping the chief, by 21 I had been promoted a couple of times and started growing into a proper man. My dad no longer was needed in the mission of finding the black killer so he got to stay at home while I got money for the rent etc. 5 years later (when I was 26), the black killer was killed with a M40A3 sniper rifle whilst he was hiding in the same den where he was first found.
By Spencer Dodd, aged 12.
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The Black Killer
ActionA young boy finds a scary man kill 2 of his neighbours. He calls the police and they discover he is a well known man with no name and over 3000 murders. The boy helps the police Hunt him down until he is dead.
