Short Murder Stories

Glass Pieces

A/N I've been gone for ages but I'm finally back... and then probably go again... but anyway - enjoy!

~ Louise

Working in one of the biggest companies in the country didn't make me think anything else of it. I thought it was the best thing that had happened to me. A good pay in my first job.

I seemed like the only one who knew about my job who wasn't suspicious about this. Why would a big company want a 19-year-old hired to work there? I didn't think of it at the time. It skimmed my mind, not going into actual proper depth. 

As I practically skipped to my office, everyone just stared at me. A young girl, being put in charge of something I had nearly no experience on. It just sounded too weird as I found out. Going about doing what I was told to do in my office, I glanced up at the clock and sighed.

Lunch time already, and I knew almost no one. Anyone who would even come near me soon discovered I was the nineteen-year-old who got in by pure chance, they edged further away, before being absorbed into another conversation.

The only friend I made was another quite young girl, who was called Ellie. She was only two years older than me, and had been working here for a few months. However, she was treated very similarly to me.

No one wanted to know her, no one wanted to ask her anything, it was just annoying.

Me and Ellie decided to go to who accepted me into this job, to work things out and find out all of what is actually going on.

"Come in." He called, motioning us in, "So, what do you need?"

"Well, me and Ellie have been ignored the whole time we have been here." I get straight to the point, not letting him escape an answer.

"I'll, erm, I'll... let everyone know!" He hesitated and then look at us, smiling.

"Alright." Ellie stood up and left me sitting on my chair, staring at the door.

A few days later, I still was getting the same treatment. No one talking to me, no one answering me, I was invisible. Going back to the same person again was probably pointless, so I continued letting it happen, trying to work to get my wages.

But all this changed on that Wednesday.

Some people started to begin to talk to me, and for some reason, I didn't suspect anything of it. I just thought that he finally told them, and they obeyed, so they wouldn't get punished of some sort.

And this might have been the case. I still don't know why they started to talk to me, although, I have a small guess on what the answer could be.

At midday, I noticed people becoming more and more wary of the time and what was happening around them, jumping whenever some one tapped their shoulder, not doing proper work.

Half an hour later, the noises began. All the noise was deafening from outside, so when I peered my head round the door to see what was going on, I was greeted by glass pieces all over  the floor from the nearest window.

Not thinking straight, I ran to the now glassless window frame and looked down. The sight that I saw was terrifying. We were around 22 floors up in this building and a couple of bodies was seen below splattered on the floor.

Stuttering backwards, I fell over a chair and pulled myself back up, wanting to be prepared at what I would face. But I wasn't. I looked at the corridor near me and hesitated. I had a choice. A choice that could make a big difference.

A life or dead choice.

Deciding the not so obvious decision, I ran down the corridor, trying to find at least someone who I could tell about what had happened. No one. Not until the next floor up I finally saw someone.

Ellie.

"Ellie!" I called to her. Turning around her eyes widened at the sight of me.

"What are you doing up here? I thought your floor was the floor below me!"

"A window smashed! Glass is everywhere! Two dead bodies below!" I rushed.

"Don't worry, they would have probably have been found by now!" Ellie shrugged the matter off.

"No! They could have been pushed out the window! The murderer could still be in this building!"

At this, Ellie paused and thought for a few seconds, "Let's go and warn someone then."

We ran up to the next floor above and the sight made Ellie cower in the lift. It was chaos. It had seemed like the battle had appeared two floors from where it began. 

Workers who were hiding under their desks looked up at us in absolute utter belief, like this was all our fault and that we had come up here. 

The battle was between workers who were brave enough to fight, and masked people who were wearing all black. They were killing everyone. 

Chucking them off the sides of the smashed windows, shooting them, stabbing them. Blood covered pretty much everything, bodies were everywhere. 

Noticing some people's bodies who had ignored me before this, I felt guilty that I felt nothing about their deaths. The masked people finally spotted me and Ellie, who were practically still in the lift. Lifting the gun that was held tightly in his right hand, aiming it at who I assume was me. 

Putting my hands in front of my face and forcing my eyes to shut, I waited for my death. 

When I heard the shot, I waited for a few moments, and then lowered my hands slowly and opened my eyes. The masked person had left, leaving me and had shot something... or someone else. 

I turned around, looking to see where Ellie was. At first glance, I thought she had took the lift back down to the lower floors, thinking what I had thought and left me to what she assumed was my death. As I looked at it more closely, the doors were still slightly open, so I stepped over someone's body, and looked down to see what was stopping it from closing. 

It was someone's hand.

Now I'm thinking about it, I might just leave you at a cliffhanger for a bit... see you in part 2