Biking In Blood (Ft. Jokey223)

I

    Sean hopped on his bike and slowly teetered along the empty road. As the bike turned a corner the wind blew in his face and he suddenly slid across the rough concrete road, landing on another body. As he landed on it, it felt like a crime scene; there was blood everywhere. He struggled to his feet, his hands and clothes soaked in blood. He asked the person if they were okay, but the body remained silent and unmoving. There was a gaping knife wound in their belly and scratches across the face of a once beautiful woman. He stared at the woman in disbelief. He could hear sirens in the distance now, rapidly flying towards the scene. He ran as fast as his feet could carry him. If anyone saw him they would think he was the criminal. If he got into any more trouble he would be grounded for life. Sean ducked into an alleyway to inspect the damage before realizing he had forgotten his bike in a panic. He didn't have time to get his bike, so he just ran and didn't want to think about it. He slipped on the blood coating his shoes and fell, catching himself with his hands in a mud puddle. Everything went black, and when he came to, he was greeted by a boy about his age. The boy's sharp brown eyes stared at him in shock.
    "Where have you been? You're so dirty." The black-haired boy asked. Sean didn't answer.
    "Who are you?" Sean asked.
    "My name is Damien, and you?" He asked.
    "Sean." Sean said. Damien looked scared, like Sean was going to hurt him. Sean was a pretty easy-going, friendly guy, and had no notion as to why this boy looked so afraid of him. Damien appeared frightened, as Sean was covered in blood. Sean looked down at himself and remembered slipping off his bike into the blood. Sean thought he looked like a homeless person covered in blood.
    "I can explain . . ." He began. Damien was also as easy-going and friendly as Sean, so he stayed to listen.
    "So I was riding my bike, when I slipped on a puddle of blood and fell right into the dead body of a woman," Damien went starch-white. The black haired boy was just thinking that he had been in prison and just escaped. Damien took a step back.
    "I don't know if I can believe you . . ." He began. Sean came closer to him.
    "But it's true, I'm telling you the truth!" He shot back. Damien took two large steps backwards.
    "Can you prove it then?" Sean was speechless. He didn't know what to say. He stood stalk still until the police arrived on the scene.
   
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    "Search Sean Mcloughlin in the public criminal records!" He cried. "I swear you won't find anything!" Sean looked terrified as the police searched him. Damien stood nearby, telling the cops of their entire conversation. The private detectives took Sean in for questioning.
    "Where were you at exactly eight pm last night?"
    "I was riding my bike." Sean gulped loudly.
    "And where exactly were you riding your bike at?"
    "Fish lake."
    "Exactly. You were even covered with the victim's own blood when we took you in this morning."
    "That's because my bike wheel tripped over her body." He quipped back.
    "You have a witness, too. Can we have Damien Lee in here?" The detective questioning Sean yelled at the door. Damien looked like he was going to blow up he was so mad.
    "Did you know Cassandra Lee, Damien's sister, Mr. Mcloughlin?"
    "No." Sean replied.
    "Did anyone in your family, perhaps your father, have a rivalry against the Lee's?"
    "Umm . . ." Sean thought out loud. "I don't know . ." Damien spoke up from the corner. Though he was still angry, it was not directed at Sean.
    "Why am I here?" Damien asked, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Why is he here, either? He's innocent!"