Invisible Killer

Chapter 9

It was around 11:00 p.m. in the middle of the night. A new police officer entered the front door of the county jail. "Officer Valerie Doyle reporting for duty, sir," they introduced. The guy sitting at the front desk handed her the keys and walked off in the other direction. The girl watched him leave and sneakily walked down the hall to the prison cells.
After passing a couple of cells, she officially arrived at Bruce's cell and unlocked the door. "Yo, Kensington! Get up!" she demanded.
Bruce jumped up onto his feet. "Sir, yes sir...I mean, ma'am...," he responded as he placed his hand up to his forehead. Valerie removed her sunglasses in order to speak to him. "Woah...hey babe," said Bruce.
"Don't you 'babe' me. You ratted me out!" grunted Valerie.
"What else was I supposed to do? I got shot in the arm for crying out loud."
"I can see that...you should've died for it."
"Come on, let me explain...," pleaded Bruce.
"No! I asked you to do one thing, and you technically ratted me out."
"It's not like I gave them a name."
"No...but you did say, 'she'. Those kids know more than you think. It's a matter of time that I'll soon get arrested. By the way, what makes you think that they're not even listening on the other side of that wall." Valerie quickly spotted Lyndsay outside the window and overheard her talking about the criminal to Troy on the phone.
"Are you okay?" asked Bruce.
"Shh!" Valerie was eavsdropping on Lyndsay's conversation. "That blonde chick knows way too much...more than I thought." She looked back at Bruce. "But that's okay...her best friend will be dead before she knows it. In the meantime, I might deliver a 'special' gift to little miss know-it-all. And as for you..." She pulled out a pistol. "You should've kept your mouth shut."
"Woah, wait a minute!" freaked Bruce.
"Lights out..." Valerie released the trigger, and Bruce fell to the floor dead. She slid the gun back into her holster and stepped out into the hallway.
"Sweet dreams, Bruce," she mumbled as she locked the door to his cell. She made sure that the coast was clear, put her cap and sunglasses back on, and casually walked away from the scene.
As she was walking down the hall, she passed another officer. "Lights out, Kensington!" he called out as he walked past Bruce's cell. Sooner or later, he realized that there wasn't an answer. He walked up to the cage door and discovered a dead body lying in a pool of blood.
"Code blue! Code blue! We've got a dead prisoner!" he announced. Without a moment too soon, the siren was set off. Valerie heard the siren and immediately scurried out the front door.
"Too bad that they'll never find the killer...ha, ha...," Valerie smirked sarcastically. She quickly heard a voice coming from down the street. "Oh crap!...," she freaked silently and frantically hid herself in the nearest bush. While she hid in the bush, she heard the voice getting louder.
"That voice sounds very familiar," she mumbled. She peeked through the leaves of the bush and realized that it was Lyndsay. Once Lyndsay was a few feet away from the occupied bush, Valerie popped her head out of her hiding spot.
"Hello fresh bait...," Valerie mumbled with an envious smile. She popped her head back down into the bush. She then tucked and rolled out of the leaves and out to the middle of the sidewalk. Being as quiet as a mouse, she followed Lyndsay down the street.
Lyndsay was walking home and talking to a friend on the phone. "I understand that I need to clam down, but it's tough. I keep feeling like I'm going to lose Rachelle. I don't know what I'm going to do without her," she spoke into the phone. Suddenly, she heard footsteps following behind her. "Hand on a minute..." She pulled the phone away from her ear and turned around.
"Hello?...Is anybody there?...Hello?...," Lyndsay called out as she scanned her surroundings. There wasn't an answer. She shrugged her shoulders, turned back around, and continued the conversation on her phone. "Can you hear me?" She started back on her route as she listened to her friend's response on the other line.
A few seconds later, Lyndsay heard the strange footsteps again. Her instincts quickly froze as she knew that someone was following her. She immediately stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. "Hey, I'm going to have to call you back...," she informed her friend. She hung up the phone call and turned back around behind her. "I know you're there, so come on out. "Troy?...Ryan?...This isn't funny..."
A couple of minutes later, there wasn't an answer. After a moment of silence, Lyndsay forgot about it and started back home. She turned around and suddenly bumped into a stranger. She didn't know who they were and screamed with fright. Before she could escape, she was whacked in the head with a shovel. She immediately fell to the concrete, unconscious. The stranger lifted Lyndsay from the ground and threw her over their shoulder. They then walked away with Lyndsay in their possession.
Later on into the night, Lyndsay woke up to two lights brightly shining in her face. She immediately gasped when she saw a bulldozer in front of her. The bulldozer began to move. Lyndsay tried to escape, but she was tied to a tree. Her eyes quickly bulged up with hesitated fright. The bulldozer lifted the shovel end, and Lyndsay screamed at the top of her lungs. Troy's house was catty-cornered from the scene. He heard the scream looked out his bedroom window, and noticed Lyndsay in trouble.
"Lyndsay!" he cried. He rushed out of the house in order to rescue her. "Lyndsay!" he cried again as he was running for her. After losing his breath, he finally got to her and began to save her.
"Troy? What are you doing?" asked Lyndsay with confusion.
Troy pulled out his pocket knife and cut the rope that kept Lyndsay tied to the tree. "Turn around...," he told her.
"Why?" she asked. Troy sighed in despair. He turned her around and cut the rope to free her hands. "What do we do?" Lyndsay hesitated.
They frantically looked around to find a solution. Troy looked up and saw a tree branch. "Up there!" he reported as he climbed up onto the nearest branch. Lyndsay saw the bulldozer coming in her direction. "Lyndsay!" called Troy. Lyndsay looked up at him. "Give me your hand!"
Lyndsay grabbed Troy's hand and was quickly pulled into the tree. Troy wrapped his arm around her as they were squatting on top of the branch. The bulldozer kept moving until it jammed into the tree. As the tree shook, the teens shook. The branch began to become lose, and Lyndsay lost her balance from squatting and began to fall backwards. Before she fell out of the tree, she rapidly grabbed onto the branch that Troy was on.
"Lyndsay!" Troy cried.
"I'm fine...just hanging around," huffed Lyndsay as she hung on the branch. Within an instant, she spotted the criminal escaping.
"Are you okay?" asked Troy.
"I'm fine, but don't worry about me. They're getting away," answered Lyndsay. Troy looked up, saw a shadow running in the opposite direction, and quickly pulled out a pistol. Lyndsay pulled herself up to where her chest met with the branch and laid her arms on top of it. Troy released the trigger a couple of times, but he wasn't able to hit anything. Lyndsay then pulled her whole body back onto the branch and squatted down like before.
"Did you get them?" she asked Troy.
"No...they were running so fast that I couldn't get a good shot," answered Troy.
"Why did you do that?" asked Lyndsay after a period of silence.
"Because you told me that they were getting away. How else was I suppose to stop them?"
"No, you idiot. I mean, why did you save me?"
"Because you could've been killed."
"So you believed that someone was trying to kill me right then and there?" she smarted off.
Troy pointed to the bulldozer. "Well yeah, I could see the whole thing from my bedroom window."
"Okay...so why won't you believe that someone is trying to kill Rachelle?"
Troy rolled his eyes. "Are you seriously going to bring that up again?"
"I'm going to keep bringing it up until you give me a more thorough answer."
Troy sighed aggressively. "Look, I saved your life. I should be getting a 'thank you'."
"Thank you?...," Lyndsay snarled sarcastically.
"What's your problem?" hissed Troy.
"What's my problem? What's your problem?"
There was another period of silence.
"If I didn't save you, you would've been crushed. I couldn't let that happen," said Troy.
"Oh I see it now," smirked Lyndsay. "You care so much about me that you'll save me from trouble. On the other hand, you care so much about Rachelle that you don't care that she will soon wind up dead."
"Do you know what? The next time that you're in trouble, I'm just going to let it slide."
"Good, because I'm not the one that you should be worried about." They both turned their heads away from each other in silence.
Suddenly, Lyndsay looked down and noticed something white in the seat of the bulldozer. "Hey...," she muttreed as she tapped Troy on the shoulder.
"Oh now you're going to give me pointers on how to be a better superhero," Troy said sarcastically.
"No, you idiot! Look!" Lyndsay directed his attention to the inside of the bulldozer.
Troy looked down and saw what Lyndsay was concerned about. "What is that?" he wondered
"I don't know. Would I be directing your attention to it if I knew what it was?"
"I can tell that you just love being smart with me?"
"When you're caring more about me than the one who's suffering in the hospital? Definitely!" hissed Lyndsay.
Troy rolled his eyes. "Whatever...let's check it out." He jumped down from the tree branch.
"Wait! What if they come back?"
"I'll take care of it."
Lyndsay sighed.
"What?" questioned Troy.
"Oh, like an unauthorized 17 year-old with a pistol is going to scare somebody."
Troy rolled his eyes again. "Do you know that I can shoot you out of that tree?" he snarled as he twirled the pistol.
Lyndsay looked at the tree branch and back at Troy. "Go ahead...I dare you. It would just mean that you'd have to save me again. Although...you having to save me again wouldn't look so good with Rachelle in the picture, now would it?"
Troy shook his head in dismay and tossed the gun down. "Now...are we going to continue on with this argument, or are we going to get back to work?" Lyndsay kept on.
Troy rolled his eyes, shook his head, and let out a dissatisfying sigh. "Where did you say that you saw the clue?"  he asked.
Lyndsay pointed to the item. "It's a white substance found in a ziplock bag. I saw it in the middle of the seat inside the bulldozer," she replied.
Troy climbed into the bulldozer and looked around. He found a bag filled with white powder and water. A few seconds later, he also found something else. "Is this a lipstick?" he mumbled to himself. Lyndsay leaned forward to get a closer look and something suddenly shot her in the lower back. Her eyes immediately bulged up wide as she squealed.
"Lyndsay?" muttered Troy. He looked up and saw that she was beginning to fall forward. "Lyndsay!" He left the machine and ran towards the tree. Lyndsay became unconscious. She fell out of the tree and into Troy's arms.
"Lyndsay?...Lyndsay?...," Troy tried to grab her attention. Suddenly, he saw a shadow running away. Troy carefully laid Lyndsay down on the grass, picked up the gun, and tried to take another shot. He fired at least three times and missed every single shot.
"Yeah, you better run...," he cried. Troy threw the gun down and checked on Lyndsay. "Lyndsay? Can you hear me?" he mumbled as he nudged her on the cheeks. "Lyndsay, wake up..." There wasn't a response from her.
Troy pulled out his phone and tried to call 9-1-1, and his phone was dead. "Drats!" he grunted. He put his phone back into his back pocket.
"Okay...looks like that we're going to have to do it the old-fashioned way." He lifted Lyndsay from the ground into his arms and threw her over his shoulder. "Okay..." He looked around and noticed something sticking out of Lyndsay's butt. He pulled it out and discovered that it was a dart. He then placed it in a separate evidence bag.
"This just keeps getting weirder and weirder," he muttered. With Lyndsay in his possession, he carried her to the hospital. "Don't worry, Lyndsay. I got you covered..."
After passing down a few blocks, Troy arrived at the hospital. He scurried into the emerency room. "Excuse me? Somebody? My friend needs assistance!" he called as he walked through the door.
A nurse heard his calling and walked up to him. "What's the situation?" she asked as she pulled a bed over.
"She's unconscious. She's breathing but not responding," answered Troy. he gently released Lyndsay from his shoulder and laid her down on the bed.
"Okay...we'll se what we can do." Her and another nurse quickly took Lyndsay into the operating room.
"Thank you..." Troy watched the nurses roll Lyndsay down the hall and into the operating room.