Dark Blood

Chapter Nine: A murderer in tail (Part one)

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Anyways, I finally got out of my writers block and wrote something, Yaaayy! I hope you love this tho!
So because it has taken so long, here is a double update but mainly because, this chapter is divided into two and here's the first half. ❤

The piercing and harsh sound of sirens blared sharply along the engaging green Ford street. It was earsplitting and made a whining noise as it did, almost unbearable, Rachel Morgan thought.

Green Ford was a smooth, silent, calm street that never housed any noise except from the occasional clashing of metals from the workshop of one of the only five blacksmiths in Oaks Haven, or the constant passing of vehicles along the street. Neither has the town had any news of death, unnatural death to be exact. Of course, there was a few deaths here and there, few murders too but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Old Sir Green Ford was murdered many years ago, but it was for a very known popular cause that was tagged as a dispute for a very long time. He died in his home after three resounding gun shots that fired straight to his ribs, heart and forehead. But that was many years ago, even before Rachel had moved to Oaks Haven, and that was the last time the street as well as the town had a very disturbing death in their midst.

But today, the once quiet and peaceful Green Ford street housed loud and surprised cries and murmurs, The sirens from the cars of the police shrilled none stop like it too, was as well mourning. The lights from the top of the cars lightened up the dark streets with its' dimmed colors of red and blue. The cars were packed unevenly at the alleyway few houses down from where Brandon's party was held, beating and blaring with loud electronic music and kaleidoscope of colors. Now, the party has been stopped, and shut down brusquely, and everyone was out as soon as the news of Steve Brown's death was out, much more, he died in the same street of the party, and it was every bit a murder case they were looking at.

At first, no one listened and that just made Rachel angrier by the minute. She didn't want to be there, not in the slightest. She could think of many places she could be at the moment, but this was Steve they were talking about, it wasn't a small issue at all. She could remember how much her heart felt like it was about to leap from her chest and up her throat, causing a very painful tug at the pit of her belly, and how much she wanted to believe that all these wasn't real, and it was just a joke. Steve would wake up, with a teasing smile on his lips commenting on how scared she was, then that little note that was found in his folded fist wasn't real at all, she had just imagined everything because for some unknown reasons, she has been paranoid.

But she could also remember the gruesome sight of Steve's bloody neck and falling head, and though the thought hadn't really settled in, she had a very good guess of what had caused this, done this to Steve and before she knew where her feet were leading her to, she was already back at the mess of a party at Brandon's house, the only compound that stained the silence of the street and the words flowed out heavily, announcing the death of Steve to Bryan, her twin brother. She looked crazy as she told him, refusing to meet his eyes, and was already concluding that she was lying, and Steve was very much alive and well. But she had taken him to the alleyway where Steve body was found, Brandon tagging along when he found Bryan leaving with Rachel in a haste, and a huge strain in his posture.

When everyone was told about what has happened, no one believed. This was coming from the mouth of a girl who has no memory of her past, and had been like a stranger since. No one wanted to believe but that doesn't mean, it didn't cause a stir in the pit of their stomachs. Still, they remained where they were, swinging their hips to the beat of the pounding electronic music that blasted heavily from the stereo, in loud volumes.
And it wasn't before the police interfered - much to Rachel's distaste and refusal - did they believe and immediately flew out of the house, but some still littered round the house, and area with very curious minds of what had happened.