Heavy Rain
Ronald Smith
8/26/13
Period: 5
Creative Writing
Heavy Rain
There was one a man who went by the name of Ethan. Ethan had a certain genteel about him, which made it impossible to believe that he was a serial killer. He would go to the neighborhood park and secede himself from the other families, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap and kill a young girl or boy. The kidnappings were so quick and scrupulous that by the time the parents had noticed the child was missing it was too late. He had a tact with getting away from the crime scene within the blink of an eye. You would think it would be easy to spot a man taking a child away on a tabular playground like the one in the neighborhood. He was the scourge of the neighborhood, but no one knew it was him until the head of the talion department hired the top detective in the country. The detective, Aron Jacobs, could scavenge a piece of evidence that occurred from a crime scene weeks ago and easily give a synopsis on it. Detective Jacobs was no sedentary man, he was always out on the field investigating and deducing situations. His unorthodox genre of dealing with crimes is what lead him to finding the elusive kidnapper Ethan. It was a dark and stormy night. Ominous winds blew through the air as rain poured from the pitch black, starless sky. Detective Jacobs hired a little boy to act as bait for Ethan to grab him. As predicted, Ethan finally shows up and snatches the child in his arms and bolted. Detective Jacobs followed Ethan back to his hideout, where he confronted him at gunpoint. Ethan put his hands up and pretended to surrender, but instead lunged out and attacked Detective Jacobs. Jacobs immediately pulls the trigger blowing a hole in Ethan's head right between the eyes. On the wall behind him was a big tableau made up of different pictures of the children he kidnapped. As a pool of blood emitted from Ethan's dead body, the sun had risen and the rain had stopped, today was the beginning of
8/26/13
Period: 5
Creative Writing
Heavy Rain
There was one a man who went by the name of Ethan. Ethan had a certain genteel about him, which made it impossible to believe that he was a serial killer. He would go to the neighborhood park and secede himself from the other families, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap and kill a young girl or boy. The kidnappings were so quick and scrupulous that by the time the parents had noticed the child was missing it was too late. He had a tact with getting away from the crime scene within the blink of an eye. You would think it would be easy to spot a man taking a child away on a tabular playground like the one in the neighborhood. He was the scourge of the neighborhood, but no one knew it was him until the head of the talion department hired the top detective in the country. The detective, Aron Jacobs, could scavenge a piece of evidence that occurred from a crime scene weeks ago and easily give a synopsis on it. Detective Jacobs was no sedentary man, he was always out on the field investigating and deducing situations. His unorthodox genre of dealing with crimes is what lead him to finding the elusive kidnapper Ethan. It was a dark and stormy night. Ominous winds blew through the air as rain poured from the pitch black, starless sky. Detective Jacobs hired a little boy to act as bait for Ethan to grab him. As predicted, Ethan finally shows up and snatches the child in his arms and bolted. Detective Jacobs followed Ethan back to his hideout, where he confronted him at gunpoint. Ethan put his hands up and pretended to surrender, but instead lunged out and attacked Detective Jacobs. Jacobs immediately pulls the trigger blowing a hole in Ethan's head right between the eyes. On the wall behind him was a big tableau made up of different pictures of the children he kidnapped. As a pool of blood emitted from Ethan's dead body, the sun had risen and the rain had stopped, today was the beginning of