High Stakes

Murder on the Loose

I'd yawn, "Nn... time for another day of... nothing." I's say streching my arms and legs. "Hey dude, you finally woke up! Get ready, I made breakfast." My 'lil bro says as he literally drags me out of bed. "Okay, okay. I'll get ready, just stop being a nuisance.." I'd say as I skirmish out of my bed cover. Me and my bro, Micah, currently live together in a apartment. It's near the end of summer so, I've enrolled us in a high school. Since our... parents.. past. Soon, while eating breakfast, I hear my phone ring. Micah quickly jolts up to Usain Bolt to the phone. "No, Micah!" Ugh, he still has a his childish tensions. "I got the phone." I finished, motioning Micah to sit back down and eat. I jog to the phone and answer the call, then. "Ript! Quickly! Dakota is.. is.." "Is what, Rishad?!" I question him. "...Dead!" He'd answer. Right then, I dropped my phone but I didn't hear it hit the floor. Didn't feel it slide out my hand. Not even my downstairs neighbor yelling curses at me. It made me feel deep dread, the dread I felt when I saw my parents die, it was painful, and I hated it. I finally came to my senses when Micah tapped my shoulder. "What is it, Ript?" Micah questions nervously. "He's dead..." I say feeling empty. "Who-" I'd cut of Micah, "He's FUCKING DEAD!" I yell slaming my fist down on my nightstand. "Ript, calm down! Don't make me have to say your real name!" Micah yells furiously. I calmed down immediately, "...Dakota is gone, Micah." I'd say with dread in my voice. "Oh..." Micah would reply. "He was murdered." Rishad would inform. "What? How do you know!" Micah questions. "Come over and see, I'll be waiting outside for you guys." Rishad would respond.



-June 13, 12:40, Same day Ript and Micah got informed of Dakota's death, at Dakota's house-


"So this is that body? there's no stab or bullet holes." Micah Exclaimes. "Not one drop of blood on this murder." He then adds. "So, Rishad, do you think there might be any witnesses?" Micah questions. "No, sadly.." He answers. "Say, Rishad, why are you wearing gloves?" Micah questions again. "Well, I was helping Dakota out with the garden. He went inside to get some water but, he never came out. So when I went to look for him, I found him like this.." Rishad states. "Alright... I think we should go.. his funeral should be scheduled soon..." Micah annouces as he walked to the pourch of the house. First Mom and Dad, now Dakota? What is this? Why..? Why is my life filled with such misery, will everyone end up dead? I hope not... And if so, I need to be the next to go. Then maybe... they'll be set free from the clutches of death. "I can't believe you sat in the porch this whole time, Ript." Micah said, disapointed. "Get used to it."  I shoot back. "You know, we could just find out who did this. Like the Police do, so 'your soul can be set free from Dakota's death'." Micah says a tinsy bit sarcastic. then what he said shot up an idea. "You're right...!" I'd notice popping up my head. "We can find the killer!" I'd hype a little. "What..? It's not as easy as one, two, three, Ript!" Micah states. "Yeah, I know but, if we find the killer, they'd be put to justice! We need to avenge him, Micah!" I'd persuade. "Fine." Micah says abruptly. "I knew you'd say it." I smile. 


"We just need to get this thing started with a few questions."