Attention! Attention! A Convict has escaped custody from police escort and is on the loose, citizens be on the look out for the escapee, the convict is considered extremely dangerous, if seen, do not approach the suspect and call 911 or your sheriff's department
Silence filled our kitchen after that announcement, it lasted for what seemed like eternity, until finally my father spoke.
"Hell, if that man ever comes by our house, I'll shoot him myself"
My Father's remark got a positive response with most of us, but my mother remained cautious.
"Oh hush, hopefully he does not even make it to our town, but just in case, be careful, all of you"
Our responses to our mother's concerns ranged from a smile to chuckles, and afterwards the family breakfast continued, during the time I dismissed the threat as a fleeting pest, oh how wrong I was in that assumption.
After breakfast, Marcus gave me a ride to school before speeding off to meet with some of his old high school friends, I stood in front of this familiar yet alienating place, when I heard a call from behind.
"Hey Jack Rabbit!" was the cry, I turned and saw my friend Luke Carver standing there, waving his hands as if someone had just shot him.
Luke was an average teen, not too tall but not to short, I believe he was 5'9, but having not seen him for years I'm not so sure if he remained that height. The boy was quite unique in terms of appearances, he was African American, but he had gained his father's green eyes and brownish yellow hair, he almost seemed like he was some comic character that was dragged out into the real world.
"I told you to stop calling me that" was my reply, he had given me that nickname when we were in elementary due to me having buckteeth back then. He laughed and placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Aw come on Jack, you know you love it"
The two of us continued to argue about the name when we heard another voice from behind.
"Hey now Jack, you know Carrot is just messing with yeah."
Luke recoiled at the mention of his old nickname, when he used to wear an over-sized orange shirt and had accidentally used his sister's green hair dye instead of shampoo. I laughed at the image that was reconstructed in my mind, and so I turned to face the person who reminded me of a "beautiful" memory.
"Oh, look Carrot, seems like V finally remembered something about you"
Valerie, or V as we would call her, was standing there, a girl we knew since childhood. She was one of the most popular people in our school, so it was always confusing why she would have chosen to hang out with us rather than the other "Gifted" ones. She was a redhead with a fiery personality to match, a 5'7 feet tall lady if you did not take into account her heels that she barely wore, she was quite beautiful to be honest, but I did not even want to risk my friendship with her by admitting my attraction.
"Come on V, why out of all things, you bring that up?" Luke cried out, trying to contain his laughter, she smiled and responded
"It's the best memory I have of you Luke"
With that we were talking, the 3 of us chatting away as if there was no school, that is, until the bell rang; so we all headed inside and proceeded to our classes. The moment I arrived in mine I heard the whispers and conversations my classmates were having, seems like I wasn't the only one to hear about the escapee I pondered as I sat down.
"A convict in near our town? what do you suppose he did?" A girl whispered loudly, as if she wanted all to hear.
"I heard he killed some people" Another girl responded, a boy chimed in and said "14 I think, if the person who escaped is who I think it is". This statement caught all of us off guard, as no info about the escaped convict was ever released, many of us turned to the source of the voice, including myself.
The source was no other than Samuel Forest, son of our town's Sheriff, A track star of the school, he sat there with his golden hair combed upwards and his blue eyes stared at us, as if they were waiting for us to ask.
"Your Dad told you?" I asked, hoping to get some confirmation, he nodded his head side to side, then showed me a picture on his phone
"Nope, but I saw the dude's prison info on his office table at home, and took a pic, the man is a Maniac Jamesy"(He had the habit of calling me Jamesy, while I called him Sammy, it was sort of a mutual respect between us.)
I asked for his phone and he handed it to me, I began to read the info on this escapee, and soon enough it sent chills down my spine. The man's name was Boris Nuvek, An American-Russian citizen, he had originally lived in Chicago, where he had supposedly murdered at least 50 people before being arrested. The info stated he was 6'4, and that he had quite a build, but sadly the picture of his face was covered by a stack of paper, what surprised me the most was the fact he actually was a practicing teacher with a PhD in Psychology from Yale, that last detail made me even more fearful of this man. What kind of person who was this good in helping others start killing?
I handed Sam's phone back to him, and soon enough our other classmates were clamoring towards him, begging him to show them the picture as well. I sat down and, due to my wild imagination, recreated what I believe was his how he slaughtered his victims, ranging from poisoning them to shooting them over and over again; Oh how wrong I was to assume it would be that easy.
