Clemons’ Page

“3 of 4 Family Members Murdered” Bruce read the headline of the Sunday paper. He threw the paper and started to cry. This was his family in the paper. Bruce was always a nice, polite boy until last night. He was at a friend’s house when he got the phone call from the police station. He was sad but he was more furious than sad.

He was taken to his house by the police. After he saw the police cars all drive away he ran away. He ran into town covering his face with the hood of his sweat shirt. He went down an alley and climbed into a dumpster behind the town barber shop, he fell asleep. When he woke up he saw a poster with a picture of his face taped to a street light pole. At the top of the poster it said in big, black, bold letters “missing”. Brigham was a very small country town so the word of him missing got around fast. As he was reading the poster a man in front of him said “Hey, aren

’t you that kid that’s on the posters all over town?”. Bruce pulled out a pocket knife that his father had given to him for his tenth birthday and said in a deep and low voice “Yeah but if you say a word to anyone I’ll hunt you down and kill you.” The man stepped back from Bruce and asked “How old are you boy?” Bruce said “Seventeen why is there a problem?” “Nn.. No. Just put the knife away. You have a long life ahead of you. Don’t do this please.” Bruce just stood there staring at the man. He got scared and yelled for help. Bruce sprinted toward the man and tackled him into the brick wall of the barber shop. He knocked the man out cold. Even though Bruce knew the man was knocked out, he took his knife slowly cut the man’s neck from ear to ear. Bruce checked his pants pockets and found the mans keys to his jeep. Then he noticed a bulge in the man’s pants. He lifted up the man’s shirt. Tucked into his pants was a revolver. He took the gun and cocked it back. He smiled, and just as he loaded the weapon, a man came running around the corner. Bruce got nervous and shot the man twice in the head and ran.He came out of the alley covering his face. He looked around searching for the jeep. And there it was, the baby blue jeep. Bruce ran across the street and got into it. He looked in the back seat and saw a sawed off double barreled shotgun.

While Bruce was looking around in the jeep a friend of the dead man

’s saw him in his jeep and called the police. Bruce was holding the shotgun when the cops pulled up. The man in the shop yelled and pointed at Bruce.

He heard the yelling and quickly looked out the window and seen the police men pulling the guns from their holsters. Bruce pumped the shotgun and fired at the police. He it one and shot for the other, he missed. Bruce ducked as the policeman fired at the jeep. He unloaded a full clip and didn’t hit Bruce. Once Bruce heard the cop reloading, he grabbed the revolver and shot the cop then sped away. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw five cop cars with flashing lights chasing him. He turned off the street into the woods. But that didn’t stop the cops, they all were still following him and were getting closer and closer to spinning him out. The trees and bushes were getting heavier and it was getting harder to dodge them. He approached a giant oak tree. He tried to swerve out of the way but it was too late. He smashed into the tree head on. The jeep caught on fire and was a huge blazing fireball. Bruce struggled to get out but was strapped to the seatbelt.The fire took a hour to put out. But by then it was too late. They opened up the driver door and there was Bruce. Well, what was left of him. On his lap there was a box that was ticking. One of the fire men turned it and a clock was counting down. It was at ten. The men started to run. The other firemen, cops, and reporters watched them with strange looks on their faces. They looked at the burnt up jeep. “BOOOOOMMM!!!!!”. A nuclear explosion erupted throughout the whole town.

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Beep, Beep, Beep!” A loud, ear piercing noise was ringing in Bruce’s ear. He slowly opened his eyes as he was just waking up. “Mom!” Bruce yelled. His mother came running to his room, “What’s wrong?“ 

Bruce jumped out of bed and hugged his mom. “I had the worst dream. You, dad, and molly were murdered while I was at Joe’s house. It was awful.” “It’s alright sweetie, we’re all okay.“ 

“Thump, thump, thump, thump.” Bruce looked up from his mom’s wet shoulder that he had been crying on and saw a man with a dark ski mask and an axe in his hands running toward him and his mom. “Mom look out!” the masked man chucked the axe, launching it into his mother’s back. Bruce turned and ran for his window. He broke the window open with his elbow and started climbing out. Just as he was almost out, he felt himself being pulled back into his house.It was him. He pulled Bruce in and threw him over the bed. Bruce hit his head against the wall, making him dizzy and his eyesight fuzzy. He started to see straight, the man took a hack at him with the axe. Bruce tryed to move but was too slow to get out of the way and the man struck him in the head.

“Hey kid, wake up, time for breakfast.” “Where am I and who are you?” “I’m your new cell mate.” “Cell mate? I didn’t do anything!” “According to officer Baylor, you tackled a guy and your knife stuck him and killed him. They found you knocked out laying on top of him.” “How long do I have to be here? I want out of this dump.” “Well get used to this dump, it’s your new home…”