The Criminal <Larry Stylinson>

"Y-You shot her!  You shot my girlfriend!" I yelled, my hands becoming bloody as I applied pressure to her bleeding chest, my eye throbbing from being hit.

I was able to hear faint sirens in the background.

"Listen, kid," He said, his lips covered by a purple ski mask, "the cops will be here at any second, and if you don't come with me you'll be blamed for killing your girlfriend.  Now if you do not want to go to jail, you will come with me right now."  Tears began pouring down my eyes, sirens getting louder.

"She's going to die!" I shouted back.  Why doesn't he get it?!

"She's already dead! Don't you see?!  Now I'm leaving whether you're coming or not!"  I looked down to my lifeless girlfriend, her chest unmoving.

"Police!  Open up!"  The blue-eyed boy in the purple ski mask looked at me one final time, signalling me to go.  I looked down at Amanda one final time.

"I love you." And I got up and followed the mysterious man out the window, leaving everything behind me, just as the doors were kicked down.

I followed the criminal who killed my girlfriend, until we reached a Lexus, which he probably stole.

"Call me L. You'll be with me for a while."  I just stared at the blood on my hands. 

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Because your face will be all over the news tomorrow, and if you don't stick with me, you'll get caught."  I gulped and looked at this crazy man, speeding down the road with a SMIRK on his face.

What now?