Subway
Here's another one of my mystery short stories I write in my free time. It's pretty good. I just wrote it today.
Subway
Okay Boss, here goes. “The victim was 25 years old, living alone in an apartment building near Manhattan New York. He lived right near the river, and worked in a band, getting occasional gigs every once in a while, most of the time in the Jazz club nearby. He was murdered in his own apartment, and so far no evidence or fingerprints have been found. He played the saxophone, and from what we hear, he was a good man, with good prospects, and a lot of friends.”
Peppy continued to explain the information about the murder to his boss, and read from his small notepad, with wads of spit rocketing out of his mouth, from the 3 pieces of gum he had been so engrossed in.
They were both standing up, hands grasped onto the bars of the Subway train. They were on their way, after arriving in New York from New Jersey, to the east side of Manhattan. Detective McCormick stood still, looking at the same place, obviously thinking about the homicide.
The Subway was crowded at that time because it was about 8 o’clock, and everyone was going to work. Even so, a lot of people stared directly at the two, Peppy and McCormick because of the murder story they were involved in. They were an interesting pair, McCormick being modest and knowledgeable, Peppy being obnoxious and always saying what was on his mind. There were two open seats, but Detective McCormick didn’t want to sit down. It was hard for the two to think about the case, because of the loud noises of the Subway, and the faint noises of the pedestrian’s Ipods. McCormick had a small case of ADD, something bad to have on a Subway, but good to have as a detective. He could hear Slipknot, and Britney Spears, and he could actually hear someone talking about the murder on their cell phone.
“Yeah man, the crazy thing is, his apartment building is almost right next to mine. Yeah. He was a pretty good musician too; I went to a couple of his shows. Well it’s too loud to talk right now; I’ll call you when I get back.”
Suddenly, the lights went out and the Subway stopped. Both Peppy and McCormick flew forward, losing their hats. They were the only ones standing, but fortunately they were tightly holding the bars at the top.
“Boss, what happened?” No one could see anything, and it was a very scary feeling, because they were underground and the noise just stopped.
A gunshot sounded in front of them, and it sounded about two trains up. Everyone jolted back, and screams sounded throughout the Subway. McCormick got out his gun and flashlight, and starting running up through the train. He got the car where the gun was fired. He turned on the emergency light, and saw a man dead on the chair. Everyone in that train screamed and looked away except for McCormick and Peppy. They took out the man’s wallet, and looked at his identification. He was at the front of the train, right behind where the top train was. McCormick already new he was about to get confronted with another case.
He looked into the eyes of everyone on the Subway, as Peppy studied the man’s body features, and the contents of his wallet. It seemed that he was a normal guy, no CIA agent or anything. It didn’t seem as if any of the passengers of this train had done the murder. McCormick and Peppy checked the train before this one, because someone could have possibly went to the front train to kill the man.
The lights went out again, this time two gunshots were heard. McCormick and Peppy quickly ran back to the first train, only to see two more people dead.
McCormick didn’t want to tell everyone to leave, because then all of his suspects would be able to get away. He knew that it was someone on that train that had shot, but he didn’t know whom. There were about 20 people on the train; there were 23, now 3 are dead.
Peppy kept chewing his Double Bubble X-Treme, and said, “One of these 20 people has to be the murderer.” McCormick looked into everyone’s eyes again. He starting talking to one of the people.
“Did you see anything that happened here? Before the lights went out?”
“Well, no, the lights went out, everyone panicked, and those people died.”
“Were the gun shots anywhere near you? Like, from what area did you hear the gun shots?”
“Umm, they sounded in the front part of the train. I’m pretty sure they came from there, and not the back.”
Peppy was drawing a picture of the scene. 1 person from the front of the train died, and two people died from near the middle. Also, he crossed out the back half of the room for being suspects, because that wasn’t where the gunshot sounded. It must have been one, or two, of the seven people that were in the front of the room. It took approximately 3 or four seconds after the lights went, for the killer to shoot his gun. About 3 seconds after he shot his gun, the lights went back on.
McCormick looked at Peppy’s notebook, and started to narrow it down. He started to search every one of the suspect’s bodies, because if it took three seconds for them to put their gun away, it must be in some place that they can easily put it, like their pocket or back pack.
He searched the first man.
“Stand up, empty your pockets, and let me see your briefcase and back-pack.”
The man stood up shaking, with his eyes closed, and did what McCormick said. Only his wallet, keys, and some change fell out of his pockets, and only business papers were in his briefcase.” McCormick went on to the next man, but before he could start talking, the lights went out again.
“Everyone get down! NOW!” Everyone fell to the floor, and they were all hiding under their seats. McCormick was behind the seat of the man he was about to search. It had been 5 seconds, and no gunshots had shot out. No gunshots had shot because no one was there to shoot. They were all hiding under their seats. McCormick thought to himself. One of these people must have just stood up when the lights went off, and shot randomly. McCormick could hear footsteps.
The lights blasted back on, and everyone was hiding under their seats.
“What the hell was that boss?” Peppy asked. Peppy got up from his hiding spot, scared even himself. Even got back up and sat down again still shaking.
McCormick searched the next person, but found nothing. Also, he heard sirens. The police started coming in through the track, to the Subway train. They had drove to the nearest Subway stop, and they were starting to walk through the Subway tunnel to where the train was. The murderer must have heard the sirens too, because the lights went off again.
“Everyone down!!” McCormick got down onto the ground, his cigar falling down. He pulled out his gun from his back pocket. He starting shooting at the ceiling, and people started screaming again. McCormick had shot at the ceiling on purpose, hoping to distract the murderer. The detective stood up, turned on the emergency light right near his door, and stood face to face with the murderer. The murderer was chubby, with black eyes with bags under them, a dirty white shirt, and jeans with filth all over them. He had a gun, which was pointed right towards McCormick. McCormick’s gun was pointed right towards the man.
McCormick picked up his cigar off the ground, also being careful not to catch his guard down.
“I had a feeling it would be you.”
“How, you never even looked at me.”
“I saw it in the passenger’s eyes, none of them would kill anyone. They were scared, and none of them looked crazy. Since I knew that you were shooting in random directions, I knew that you were just a loony, because most of the time, it’s the really messed up murderers that kill random people.”
“Who would have though, a Subway Driver being a murderer, killing his own passengers?” McCormick shook his head.
Just then, Peppy tackled the Subway Driver onto one of the seats, took away his gun, and cuffed him.
“You OK boss?”
The End
Subway
Okay Boss, here goes. “The victim was 25 years old, living alone in an apartment building near Manhattan New York. He lived right near the river, and worked in a band, getting occasional gigs every once in a while, most of the time in the Jazz club nearby. He was murdered in his own apartment, and so far no evidence or fingerprints have been found. He played the saxophone, and from what we hear, he was a good man, with good prospects, and a lot of friends.”
Peppy continued to explain the information about the murder to his boss, and read from his small notepad, with wads of spit rocketing out of his mouth, from the 3 pieces of gum he had been so engrossed in.
They were both standing up, hands grasped onto the bars of the Subway train. They were on their way, after arriving in New York from New Jersey, to the east side of Manhattan. Detective McCormick stood still, looking at the same place, obviously thinking about the homicide.
The Subway was crowded at that time because it was about 8 o’clock, and everyone was going to work. Even so, a lot of people stared directly at the two, Peppy and McCormick because of the murder story they were involved in. They were an interesting pair, McCormick being modest and knowledgeable, Peppy being obnoxious and always saying what was on his mind. There were two open seats, but Detective McCormick didn’t want to sit down. It was hard for the two to think about the case, because of the loud noises of the Subway, and the faint noises of the pedestrian’s Ipods. McCormick had a small case of ADD, something bad to have on a Subway, but good to have as a detective. He could hear Slipknot, and Britney Spears, and he could actually hear someone talking about the murder on their cell phone.
“Yeah man, the crazy thing is, his apartment building is almost right next to mine. Yeah. He was a pretty good musician too; I went to a couple of his shows. Well it’s too loud to talk right now; I’ll call you when I get back.”
Suddenly, the lights went out and the Subway stopped. Both Peppy and McCormick flew forward, losing their hats. They were the only ones standing, but fortunately they were tightly holding the bars at the top.
“Boss, what happened?” No one could see anything, and it was a very scary feeling, because they were underground and the noise just stopped.
A gunshot sounded in front of them, and it sounded about two trains up. Everyone jolted back, and screams sounded throughout the Subway. McCormick got out his gun and flashlight, and starting running up through the train. He got the car where the gun was fired. He turned on the emergency light, and saw a man dead on the chair. Everyone in that train screamed and looked away except for McCormick and Peppy. They took out the man’s wallet, and looked at his identification. He was at the front of the train, right behind where the top train was. McCormick already new he was about to get confronted with another case.
He looked into the eyes of everyone on the Subway, as Peppy studied the man’s body features, and the contents of his wallet. It seemed that he was a normal guy, no CIA agent or anything. It didn’t seem as if any of the passengers of this train had done the murder. McCormick and Peppy checked the train before this one, because someone could have possibly went to the front train to kill the man.
The lights went out again, this time two gunshots were heard. McCormick and Peppy quickly ran back to the first train, only to see two more people dead.
McCormick didn’t want to tell everyone to leave, because then all of his suspects would be able to get away. He knew that it was someone on that train that had shot, but he didn’t know whom. There were about 20 people on the train; there were 23, now 3 are dead.
Peppy kept chewing his Double Bubble X-Treme, and said, “One of these 20 people has to be the murderer.” McCormick looked into everyone’s eyes again. He starting talking to one of the people.
“Did you see anything that happened here? Before the lights went out?”
“Well, no, the lights went out, everyone panicked, and those people died.”
“Were the gun shots anywhere near you? Like, from what area did you hear the gun shots?”
“Umm, they sounded in the front part of the train. I’m pretty sure they came from there, and not the back.”
Peppy was drawing a picture of the scene. 1 person from the front of the train died, and two people died from near the middle. Also, he crossed out the back half of the room for being suspects, because that wasn’t where the gunshot sounded. It must have been one, or two, of the seven people that were in the front of the room. It took approximately 3 or four seconds after the lights went, for the killer to shoot his gun. About 3 seconds after he shot his gun, the lights went back on.
McCormick looked at Peppy’s notebook, and started to narrow it down. He started to search every one of the suspect’s bodies, because if it took three seconds for them to put their gun away, it must be in some place that they can easily put it, like their pocket or back pack.
He searched the first man.
“Stand up, empty your pockets, and let me see your briefcase and back-pack.”
The man stood up shaking, with his eyes closed, and did what McCormick said. Only his wallet, keys, and some change fell out of his pockets, and only business papers were in his briefcase.” McCormick went on to the next man, but before he could start talking, the lights went out again.
“Everyone get down! NOW!” Everyone fell to the floor, and they were all hiding under their seats. McCormick was behind the seat of the man he was about to search. It had been 5 seconds, and no gunshots had shot out. No gunshots had shot because no one was there to shoot. They were all hiding under their seats. McCormick thought to himself. One of these people must have just stood up when the lights went off, and shot randomly. McCormick could hear footsteps.
The lights blasted back on, and everyone was hiding under their seats.
“What the hell was that boss?” Peppy asked. Peppy got up from his hiding spot, scared even himself. Even got back up and sat down again still shaking.
McCormick searched the next person, but found nothing. Also, he heard sirens. The police started coming in through the track, to the Subway train. They had drove to the nearest Subway stop, and they were starting to walk through the Subway tunnel to where the train was. The murderer must have heard the sirens too, because the lights went off again.
“Everyone down!!” McCormick got down onto the ground, his cigar falling down. He pulled out his gun from his back pocket. He starting shooting at the ceiling, and people started screaming again. McCormick had shot at the ceiling on purpose, hoping to distract the murderer. The detective stood up, turned on the emergency light right near his door, and stood face to face with the murderer. The murderer was chubby, with black eyes with bags under them, a dirty white shirt, and jeans with filth all over them. He had a gun, which was pointed right towards McCormick. McCormick’s gun was pointed right towards the man.
McCormick picked up his cigar off the ground, also being careful not to catch his guard down.
“I had a feeling it would be you.”
“How, you never even looked at me.”
“I saw it in the passenger’s eyes, none of them would kill anyone. They were scared, and none of them looked crazy. Since I knew that you were shooting in random directions, I knew that you were just a loony, because most of the time, it’s the really messed up murderers that kill random people.”
“Who would have though, a Subway Driver being a murderer, killing his own passengers?” McCormick shook his head.
Just then, Peppy tackled the Subway Driver onto one of the seats, took away his gun, and cuffed him.
“You OK boss?”
The End
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