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Diana El-Jalil 74672
The Detective

In the elevator I saw a man with a knife, he was trying to kill me with the knife, but I finally got out by the emergency exit and blocked it when I got out, so he couldn’t get through. I never made it to see his face, but I will always remember one thing, that he had a tattoo shaped like a dragon. I have heard of such gangs with dragon tattoos, but I never saw one in my life. This is how my story begins, a story of fear, death and lies.

It was a cold Monday, 4th September, and it was raining, I remember a taxi was parked right at the disco, where later on I heard a big fight were going on with a great lost of good and innocent people. At that time I didn’t know that something was going to happen and I just walked by the disco without even entering or checking to see if something was wrong. I can also remember a strange man, who was smoking outside the disco and speaking in the phone about some delivery and he mentioned a warehouse. I didn’t want to be a part of anything so I just took my keys out of my pocket and was going towards my car, when I heard a gunfight, suddenly out of nowhere a strange shadow was firing shots at that man with the cigar and the phone, while he couldn’t make it to a place to hide, he was shot in the heart and head. I was hiding behind a container and hoped that the murderer didn’t see me. Suddenly a cat was walking by my side and knocked of a can from a table-looking thing, and made a noise that the murderer reacted to. He was running towards me, but I jumped into my car and in reverse, I got away by luck. Anyway, somehow I knew he would come back. It was just a matter of time. I got home later that night and was hiding out at home, when I came up with the idea to call my best friend who was a detective, one of the best in town, and wanted to hire him to find out what happened, and if I were in danger. I felt at that time that something was wrong, because he’s voice was different. He sounded like he was out and running or something like that. Right away I knew it was him. The man who murdered that guy with the smoke and phone. I just said that it was ok, and no need anyway for help, and he just pretended he was running in the gym, and then tired, so that’s why he was breathing so fast and heavy. I was thinking if u should pay my old friend a visit, so that’s what I did. I grabbed my keys and ran out towards the car, when in the elevator I was shocked. It was him, my friend is the murderer, he looked at me with the knife and started to run after me, and I just ran down the stairs and he followed. He was yelling: ’’STOP! , COME HERE AND LET ME CUT YOU DOWN!!’’.

And then I was so scared that I only could think of an escape towards the basement. I hoped that I could trap him down there. So I ran as fast as I could, and made it there before him, and I blocked the exit behind me, now he had to run all the way around no matter what and through the basement.
So I thought of a plan how to catch him and then later call the police, and I found out that pipes are very useful. So I grabbed them and placed on the floor, and I could hear him coming, so I finished quickly. He was running at me, and then stepped on the pipes and he was falling towards one pipe where he hit his head and passed out. Now I called the police and in about 10 minutes they arrived. But as soon I turned around I couldn’t see him, only on the floor written with blood: ’’BYE’’…..