Whoops, Somebody’s Dead Again
'December 19, 2007, Rupert St, London, England, United Kingdom'
Vladlena Zhirov ran through the streets of London, police hot on her tail, she put her hand on the hood of a parked car and hauled herself over. She looked at the end of the road she was running down, she could see Fergus pull up in his car, she sped up a bit, when she reached his car she put her hand on the roof and swung herself expertly through the open window. “Aaayyiiee!!” Fergus screamed, very high-pitched, “What were you thinking?!?! You could have kicked me in the face!” She rolled her eyes, “Just drive!” His Teal 1950 Thunderbird tore down the street, Vlad and Fergus laughed and looked around to see the police officers throw their hands up in the air. “Ha! Take that, stinking coppers.” She laughed. 10 minutes later, they pulled into the driveway of ‘Spools of Thread’ Vlads Aunt Darya’s dressmakers shop. They got out and went inside, her aunt was sitting at the table hemming an old skirt, there was a big pot of soup on the stove. “Vladlena, what have you been up to?” Darya exclaimed when she saw them. Vlad, of course, had a cocky reply, “Do you really want to know?” Darya sighed, “I suppose not, will I be getting a call from someone?” Vlad grinned sheepishly, “Maybe, probably from Mrs. Finley.” “Did you hit her dog again?” “It was just a slight bump, I thought I stopped my bike in time!” Fergus snorted from over by the stove, he was in the middle of scooping a big bowl of soup when he noticed both of them staring at him, “You practically mowed it over! It was pasta sauce on the road!” “Oh, Vlad! You know, if you keep hitting animals like this I just might have to take that motorbike away from you!” Vlad sighed dramatically. “Fine. Come on Fergus, let’s go out for a drive.”
'December 19, 2007, St Martin’s Place, London, England, United Kingdom'
Callum Scott came in the door of St. Martin’s Place and went straight to the kitchen. “Cal!” His mum called, “Did you pick up your fathers medications?” “Mum, father doesn’t need his medications, he’s better now.” His mother scoffed, “No, of course he’s not better.” Callum groaned, his mother was getting worse and worse, in his opinion she was the one who needed the medications. “Yes Mother, of course, you’re right. I was being stupid.” His mother scoffed again, “Stupid is one way of putting it, a boy is another, you’re bull-headed just like your father, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just don’t come crying to us when it gets you a smack in the mouth.” She smiled grimly. He sighed again and bent down to kiss his mother on the forehead, “I love you Mother.” She chuckled and went back to making dinner. His mother suffered from ‘Brief Psychotic Disorder.’ Which caused her to have brief periods where any number of things could occur, such as, delusions, hallucinations, disorganized speech/behavior or catatonic behavior. None of which resulted to good things. He walked into the living room where his father was cleaning the small table next to the sofa. He quietly muttered. “Hello father.” His father sighed, “Hello son. Did you say hello to your mother?” Callum nodded sadly. His mum called from the kitchen, “I’m going out for some milk, we haven’t got any. I’ll be back soon.” After Callum heard his mother leave the house he went over to the refrigerator and opened it, there was three full jugs of milk sitting on the top shelf. He groaned and raced out of the house after his mother.
Two Blocks Away
The Thunderbird tore down the street, hoots of laughter erupted from it. Vlad smacked Fergus and pointed at a trash can. “Watch out for that trash can, you idiot!” She laughed. Fergus gasped and swerved, then laughed, mostly from relief at not hitting the trash can. “At least it wasn’t a person.” Vlad said dryly. That made them both laugh louder.
St Martins Place
Callum looked around for his mother, he spotted her. “Mother!” He called after her. She didn’t hear him.
One Block Away
The car turned the corner. Vlad was thrown to the side, she laughed. Fergus put his foot down even farther down, if possible. Suddenly there was two blurs, a jolt and Ferus swerved to the side. He looked behind him then sped up and drove away as fast as he could. “What was that?” Vlad screamed at him. Fergus shrugged. “I don’t know, but if it was a person, I’m not sticking around to find out!”
“What? You could have just hit a human being!”
“I’m not going to jail! And I’m certainly not paying for someone’s hospital bills!”
St Martins Place
Callum saw the car coming, he frowned, it was heading straight towards his mother and it wasn’t slowing down. “Mother!” He screamed.
The car hit her and swerved away.
He stumbled over to her mangled body. “Mum...” He murmured.
She was shivering, her breath was ragged. “Cally.....” She gasped, reaching out her hand.
He fell to the ground grabbing her hand and kissing it. “I love you Mum.”
She smiled, “I lo...... love you....... too.....” A long sigh erupted from her mouth.
He gasped, his world swirling, tears swelling in his eyes.
He wept bitterly.
The darkness was overwhelming.
The light was blinding.
His mind swirled with thoughts of her, smiling, frowning, laughing, crying, sitting, standing, sleeping, dancing, singing.
He sobbed more.
Two Hours Later
A light came on, the light beaming in Callums eyes, he tried to blink it away. He was laying on her stomach, clutching her arm with his right hand. His left hand was stroking her hair, he was staring out into the darkness.
“Callum!” Someone called. Callum looked to where the sound was coming from. His father was standing on the porch. “What are you doing down there boy?” He asked. When he got closer he gasped. “Nora...” Callum sat up and nodded. His father fell to the ground and wept next to him, Callum joined in.
One Hour Later
Callum looked over at his father, a detective came up to him. “Mr. Scott?” the detective asked. “I’m Det. Beaumont.” He said. Callum shook his head. “Not Mr. Scott. That’s my father.” The detective nodded. “I understand, may I ask you some questions?” Callum sighed. “Yes.” He replied hoarsely. “Okay. What type of car was it?” Det. Beaumont asked.
“A teal Thunderbird. 1945 or 1955 I think.”
“Okay. Did you see who was in it?”
Callum shook his head.
“Okay. Which direction did they come in?”
“Okay. Do you remember anything from the license plate? Numbers, letters?”
Det. Beaumont looked taken aback. “You’ve a good mind about you.You should be a Detective yourself.” He smiled comfortingly. Callum nodded. “I plan to.” The Detective nodded. “Okay. Thank you.” He said kindly.
Callum straightened as his father came up to him. “Father.” He said. “Callum.” His father replied. “Are you alright?”
Callum shook his head. “No. I want to find them, Father.” He said frantically.
His father nodded, “I know.” He put a hand on his shoulder.
“I want to find them and I want to kill them.”