The T.V was on downstairs and Derek was watching wrestling again. “Derek, turn it down I’m trying to study” shouted Miranda while running down the steps. Her brother didn’t budge from the sofa. Miranda stormed in the living room and took the bowl of Doritos off Derek’s lap, knowing food was the only thing that would distract her skinny, messy looking brother. “Hey, they’re not-cho Nachos!” he spat in protest. “I said turn it down!” replied Miranda. “Oh yeah?” asked Derek. “Make me nerd.” Miranda scowled at him. She always fought with her brother.
She rolled her eyes and added “You asked for it.” She reached for the remote but Derek slapped her hand out of the way. She kicked him in the shin and tried grabbing the remote again. Derek squealed in agony, got up and pushed Miranda to the messy, rubbish hidden floor. She scrambled to her feet grabbed Derek’s shoulders curled her leg behind his and threw him back. He fell to the ground, banging his head off the table with a thud making the remote slide off. Miranda took her chance and lunged for the remote, only Derek got hold of her ankle and tripped her. As she fell she toppled the table and the remote fell upside down changing the channel.
“Breaking news” the news lady began. “The Black Bandit’ strikes again!” Both siblings turned their attention to the news reporter. Miranda lifted herself and sat on the couch, rubbing her head. “Who’s The Black Bandit’? She asked confused. Derek got up dusted off and flopped down at the other end of the sofa landing his feet on his sister’s lap. “I’m surprised you don’t know. She’s been all over the news lately; they call it ‘The Black Bandit’ because it’s always seen wearing this black cloak. It’s the criminal of the century they say.” “Last night ‘The Black Bandit’ was seen at the old ‘Warner bros. Cinema’.” The Reporter began, “She had attacked a young boy of 15 called Richard Robinson at exactly 17:19. The frightened boy offered ‘The Black Bandit’ his belongings hoping it would spare his life, or so says our victim. The Black Bandit’, took his belongings and then stabbed the boy in the ribs with a silver dagger. Now Richard Robinson is in the ‘Mercy Hospital’ recovering. In other news we have...” “Wow, that bandit sure has some nerve picking on the mayor’s son, right?” asked Derek amused. Miranda remained silent, pushed her brother’s feet off her lap and went back up stairs.
“The Black Bandit” she kept saying it to herself. It was the first time she heard of this, but somehow... it seemed like had heard it before, like in a dream. She shook away the thoughts, entered her room and sat at the desk once again. Then suddenly, she heard a phone ring. She reached for hers but, it was silent and the screen was dark. She heard it again, it sounded like it was coming from under the bed. She slowly crept towards the bed, knelt down and lifted the bed sheets. There, under the bed was a blue Nokia C3 ringing, she picked it up and examined it. It had some red design on the back, only... it wasn’t a design. The phone had dried blood drips on the back and two letters on it. R.R, or were they initials. The phone rang again in Miranda’s hands. The startled girl dropped the phone and it slipped back under the bed. Miranda’s heart turned to stone and fell in her stomach. She went to get the phone again, only this time she saw something near the phone. She picked it up, it was a knife of some sort, looked a lot like a dagger. It glistened and the foul smell of blood made Miranda squeamish. She turned as pale as death itself and she took a third look under the bed. She couldn’t see anything as it was dark so she reached in, her hand felt a rough piece of parchment. Hoping with all her heart that it was her t-shirt from that ‘One Direction’ concert she went to last month, she picked it up wearily. Before her, in her very hands, she had a long, black sheet. At that second the Earth stopped spinning and Miranda’s breath was caught in her throat. “It can’t be true” she said to herself.
Then there was a gentle knock on her bedroom door. Derek entered, his face frozen with fear “There’s someone here to see you Randy” he said. After him walked in two armed police men. This was no dream, and by the look on her brother’s face this wasn’t a prank either. It all struck her, leaving her spellbound and gasping for breath. Like an ice-cold wave, the nightmares hit her. It wasn’t a dream at all! Miranda was a murderer, she was the Black Bandit. By day an innocent 14 year old but by night, when she closed her eyes something or someone took over. Miranda looked helplessly at the police men and got up trembling.
“Yes, h-how can I help you?” She asked, her voice trembling. “Drop the dagger” shouted the policemen simultaneously. Miranda stepped back in fear, she dropped the dagger and fell to the ground clutching her throat in pain. She couldn’t breathe, something was chocking her from within. Her heart turned cold and she could feel something slithering inside her. Everything was happening so quickly. Derek was screaming while the policemen dragged him out of the room. Miranda lay on the floor shaking and foaming at the mouth. Excruciating pain took over, the only thing she could do was close her eyes...
... and that’s when it happened.
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