"No way ,I am not going to identify anyone".
I stand in front of Detective Constable Smith at the police station .
The Detective slams his hands on his desk , "Sahara ,you are the only one who saw the killer and survived . Do you want more people to die ? Are you an adult or a child? ".
"Are you even sure that this could be him?" . Detective Smith nods, "Yes, we are 90% sure based on the evidence, you would be giving us the other 10% Sahara.
The Detective leads me to the room next to the interrogation room and positions me to face inside the room . My breathing labors, what if I see him ? The guy who stabbed me , who killed Clare Collins ,could this all be over ? The fear of him finding me ,being followed .
"Bring him in". Detective Constable Smith says into a monitor . The door beeps open , I close my eyes .I don't know if I can bear the sight of him. I reluctantly open my eyes , a man around 40 years old stands in front of me . He has greying hair and a rounded stomach , visible wrinkles line his eyes . I look straight into his eyes a chill cuts up my spine as I drop to the floor in a kneel.
The Detective looks at me with anticipation , " You have arrested the wrong man , thats not him !". I yell .
Detective Constable Smith grabs my arm and painfully pulls me into a standing position , "Are you sure? Look again Sahara , how do you know its not him ? We have gathered evidence and it all points to him , he admitted he killed Clare!".
I stare right at the Detective Constable and pull my arm forcefully out of his grip .
"You don't understand Detective Constable Smith , I looked right into the killers eyes that night . I never told you but this why I know that is not him. That man in there is lying , the man who stared at me as I lay on that ground is not him. I saw the eyes of the killer , they were as black as tar . That man in there has blue eyes, so don't tell me about the evidence leading to him because frankly its bullshit". I storm out of the police station with tears in my eyes . He is still out there , the eyes that haunt my dreams.
I storm into my house and open up my laptop I type into the search bar , Murders and Crimes linked to 'Fatal' Gang. I search for hours , writing down anything that strikes me as relevant . As I click on another news article it hits me . The police and homicide squad have it so very wrong they are all going around in circles looking for middle aged men who have a history of crime . What if the gang isn't made up of older men, but young men who don't have a known record ? The eyes I saw were framed by soft ,young skin.
No? It can't be ? Ambrose ,Cain ,Salem and Basilius can't be apart of the gang , could they ? It would be the perfect cover, no one would ever suspect them because they are all young ,good looking and charming. I can't let them get away with it
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Bad Dream
Mystery / ThrillerWhen Sahara witnesses a murder one night she is injured by the killer. In the weeks after strange happenings occur and Sahara finds herself at the centre of a deadly criminal gang. She is kidnapped and she must survive through various ordeals. Will...
