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THE TAXIRAPIST

Publié le jeudi 13 décembre 2018 13:46 - Mis à jour le jeudi 13 décembre 2018 13:57

The gentle whistling of the wind appeased me, the cold temperature of the night slowly wrapped me up. It was impossible for me to manage to fall asleep because of that party at my village, which gave me murderous thoughts. I was getting closer to the party, people have always said I was way too curious, but what I could find over there could be interesting. Alcohol was everywhere and I think I must have seen no more than ten sober people, out of about one hundred. It was pretty great for me so I had to use it. I noticed a young girl, crying all alone in a dark spot. She’s cute, I thought, she’ll be enough. I have to take care of this now. Slowly, I approached her. She seemed completely devastated and pretty drunk. As I talked to her, I found out she had broken up with her boyfriend. I thanked him in advance. Fortunately, I had brought all of the needed materials in my bagpack, just in case. There were mostly drugs and knives. I offered her a drink and, while getting it, slowly put drugs in it so that she wouldn’t be conscious anymore. As for the rest, it was pretty easy, all I had to do was to get her to a safe place, where we wouldn’t be seen. I took her to the nearest woods and took care of my business.

 

 

 

- Another call ! I yelled exasperated.
I had just gotten another call from a sobbing mother. She had found her dead daughter, Rebecca Smith, in front of her front door. It had been the seventh murder from this serial killer in the past three months. He was usually refered to as the taxirapist, since he would always kill teenaged girls, then rape them and dress them in beautiful clothes. He would put make up on their faces and finally stuff them with straw.

I gathered my team and we went to the crime scene with the forensic scientist. We looked for clues everywhere but we didn’t find anything and eventually gave up. We decided to question a few neighbors to see if they had noticed anything unusual or strange.

One of the neighbour had seen Rebecca leave with a man carrying a red bagpack. He hadn’t been able to see his face, but definetly thought he seemed weird. Another neighbour told them about this man, but on the contrary, he did manage to see his face and described him as a white guy with black hair.

When we came back to the police office, we made his robot portrait and, since Rebecca was in highschool, we decided to go there to see if anyone matched the description. We managed to find two senior students and a biology teacher. We took them to the office to question them. One of the student, Trevor Mallugs, had a solid alibi. He was at a football game and there were about ten people who could testify. The other student, John Mills, was at home but, since his parents had left him alone to go see a movie and he had no siblings, nobody could testify. Same for the teacher, Ian Blake, who had lived alone for the past five years. Because of a clear lack of evidence, I had to release the three of them, including the ones without a solid alibi.

The investigation was no longer progressing and after a few weeks, my coworkers started to lose faith in finding who the killer was.

Suddenly, I got a call from a man with a dark voice. He told me where the killer would be tonight. He said he was his accomplice and that he would surrender tomorrow. After he ended the call, I tried to track him but eventually realised it wouldn’t work.
I was dying of impatience at the thought of finally catching the taxirapist.

 

I waited for the killer in a dark street, only lit by some lights. When I saw him, I waited for him to walk past me. Then, I left my hiding place but unfortunately, I walked on a little branch. The taxirapist turned around so I began to run after him and so did he. I caught him and I pushed him to the ground. I was finally going to know who he was…

 

And suddenly, I woke up on the floor of my bedroom. It took me a few seconds to realise all of this had only been a dream. Fortunately for me, an author who had lost inspiration, I finally had a new story.

 

Charline, Roland, Lili Jade, Lucas 1°L1

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