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Pink-Man - Pt. 3.
The quiet rooms and halls set the stage for Conner’s distress. All the walls had memories of his wife flutter in his mind. A picture of their wedding just a couple years ago. One of their first house. Their first car… Their first kiss. Flower pots on tables were filled with daffodils, Josephine’s favorite.
Conner made his way to his room and threw off his sunglasses. He then slumped onto the bed and threw his shoes back into his closet. He covered his eyes with his hands and began to weep. “How could this happen?” he thought to himself. He turned over in his bed and his eyes’ gaze hit a picture that sat on his bed side table. The picture was one from their first date. They met in high school. Conner grabbed the frame and stared intently at the picture.
”I’m going to find you. I promise.” Conner put the frame back on the table and jumped from his bed. He walked over to his computer and opened up the browser. Not knowing what to do, he began typing in anything that could possibly lead to these masked men. “Red masked men” “Red masked criminals” “red men.” Nothing but cheap party masks showed up. Conner was about to give up but then, he remembered one more thing. They had no gloves on. Conner jumped from his seat and ran downstairs. He made his way to the living room and found the coat rack he was hit on the head with. He then carefully picked it up and inspected the main rod. He saw what looked to be a smudge.
”Yes! Jossie, I’m coming for you.” Quickly, Conner ran back up to his room and put on his shoes and his sunglasses. He then ran back downstairs and then to his car. He would have taken his bike but didn’t want to risk the coat rack from flying off the back seat. So Conner threw the rack into the back seat of his car and sped off to the police department. They may not have been able to send out groups of officers without any evidence, but with a finger print. Heck, all they might need is a small group of officers trained for just this kind of situation.
Conner’s car came to a screeching halt outside the police department and he ran inside with the coat rack in hand. He jumped through the hole he made in the door just under an hour earlier. This perturbed the men that were inspecting the door to see how to take it off its hinges.
”Sorry, I gotta run!”
He made it to the spot he stood before and he looked around. This time he did not have to yell for the commissioner as he was standing at a nearby desk. Conner swiftly made his way over the commissioner and lifted the coat rack up to his face.
”I’ve got evidence!”
“Son, what you’ve got is a coat rack.”
”I mean this was the coat rack they used to knock me out. They didn’t have any gloves on so there have to be finger prints, right?” The commissioner sighed and looked up at Conner. He scratched his head and then turned to the lady at the desk behind him.
“Mariah, have this coat rack transported to forensics. They need to scan this thing for finger prints.”
“Yes sir. Right away.”
Mariah quickly picks up a phone and hits a button to transfer to the forensics office. She told them the situation and moments later an officer entered the room. He greeted Conner and the Commissioner and then took the rack.
”Be careful with that. It’s really important.”
“Yes, Pink-Man. Whatever you say.” The officer’s tone suggested that he was a tad perturbed by this command. Carefully, the officer made his way into the forensics lab to inspect the coat rack. As the officer left the room Conner whispered under his breath.
”Come on. Please this is my only hope right now…”
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It's been a while since the last issue, but that was mainly because I hadn't made a photo for the story. It's here now, so enjoy. :D
Pink-Man - Pt. 3.
The quiet rooms and halls set the stage for Conner’s distress. All the walls had memories of his wife flutter in his mind. A picture of their wedding just a couple years ago. One of their first house. Their first car… Their first kiss. Flower pots on tables were filled with daffodils, Josephine’s favorite.
Conner made his way to his room and threw off his sunglasses. He then slumped onto the bed and threw his shoes back into his closet. He covered his eyes with his hands and began to weep. “How could this happen?” he thought to himself. He turned over in his bed and his eyes’ gaze hit a picture that sat on his bed side table. The picture was one from their first date. They met in high school. Conner grabbed the frame and stared intently at the picture.
”I’m going to find you. I promise.” Conner put the frame back on the table and jumped from his bed. He walked over to his computer and opened up the browser. Not knowing what to do, he began typing in anything that could possibly lead to these masked men. “Red masked men” “Red masked criminals” “red men.” Nothing but cheap party masks showed up. Conner was about to give up but then, he remembered one more thing. They had no gloves on. Conner jumped from his seat and ran downstairs. He made his way to the living room and found the coat rack he was hit on the head with. He then carefully picked it up and inspected the main rod. He saw what looked to be a smudge.
”Yes! Jossie, I’m coming for you.” Quickly, Conner ran back up to his room and put on his shoes and his sunglasses. He then ran back downstairs and then to his car. He would have taken his bike but didn’t want to risk the coat rack from flying off the back seat. So Conner threw the rack into the back seat of his car and sped off to the police department. They may not have been able to send out groups of officers without any evidence, but with a finger print. Heck, all they might need is a small group of officers trained for just this kind of situation.
Conner’s car came to a screeching halt outside the police department and he ran inside with the coat rack in hand. He jumped through the hole he made in the door just under an hour earlier. This perturbed the men that were inspecting the door to see how to take it off its hinges.
”Sorry, I gotta run!”
He made it to the spot he stood before and he looked around. This time he did not have to yell for the commissioner as he was standing at a nearby desk. Conner swiftly made his way over the commissioner and lifted the coat rack up to his face.
”I’ve got evidence!”
“Son, what you’ve got is a coat rack.”
”I mean this was the coat rack they used to knock me out. They didn’t have any gloves on so there have to be finger prints, right?” The commissioner sighed and looked up at Conner. He scratched his head and then turned to the lady at the desk behind him.
“Mariah, have this coat rack transported to forensics. They need to scan this thing for finger prints.”
“Yes sir. Right away.”
Mariah quickly picks up a phone and hits a button to transfer to the forensics office. She told them the situation and moments later an officer entered the room. He greeted Conner and the Commissioner and then took the rack.
”Be careful with that. It’s really important.”
“Yes, Pink-Man. Whatever you say.” The officer’s tone suggested that he was a tad perturbed by this command. Carefully, the officer made his way into the forensics lab to inspect the coat rack. As the officer left the room Conner whispered under his breath.
”Come on. Please this is my only hope right now…”
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It's been a while since the last issue, but that was mainly because I hadn't made a photo for the story. It's here now, so enjoy. :D