“I’m not Mandy! I’m Angela. You’ve got the wrong sister!”
“Sure, mam. Your evil twin killed all those people.” The detective laughed.
“Check the DNA or something. It’ll prove I’m innocent,” she cried, unable to sit still.
“There’s no DNA or fingerprints. Just two eyewitnesses that put you at the scene of the murders.”
Angela was livid, she could not believe her sister had anything to do with this, and she refused to think that Mandy could have set her up. After all, she had just recently come back into her life.
6 Months Later
The curved blade of the knife glided with ease across the woman’s neck as she crumpled to the ground. Blood flowed outward onto the ground surrounding the bits of trash that lay here and there.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
She took off, running around the corner and did her best to outpace the officer but to no avail.
‘I deserve this. I got aggressive and careless.’ She thought as the police car pulled into the station.
“It’s amazing. She looks exactly like her. I can’t believe she wasn’t lying. But how did this one fake her death all those years ago?” Detective Thane was asking the arresting officer. “So which one is she? Angela or Mandy?”
“I’m Mandy, or as the papers have been calling me; the Cook County Killer,” she quipped, not caring at that moment who knew what.
“Well, whichever one you are your sister is going to be happy to hear we have you in custody.”
As she sat surrounded by the other inmates eating, a heavy-set woman in her jumpsuit walked up from behind and whispered, “This is for killing my friend,” and stabbed her in the side of the neck. She instantly fell backward, trying to hold her head up.
The guards tackled the woman, and she put up no fight as she stared at Mandy lying on the ground, gurgling and choking.
The technician came running into the detective’s office, “It’s not her!”
“What? Slow down.” He said.
“It’s not her. It’s not Mandy. It was the sister Angela.”
“What are you talking about?” The detective asked, already sensing the answer.
“Mandy and Angela must have switched places before we released Angela,” the technician was holding the fingerprint analysis.
“But why would Angela go along with trading places with Mandy?”
Getting in her car, she just smiled at the fact that her threat to have their parents killed had worked. Angela sat in jail while she was out and about to leave town for good.
‘Some people are so naïve,’ Mandy said out loud to no one as she closed the car door and started the engine.
Lilly ran out the backdoor and over to the nearest house, which was her grandmother’s. Pounding on the door, she screamed, “Call 911.”
While the police searched her house, Lilly sat sobbing in her grandma’s kitchen, reeling from the fact that a gunman had just killed her mom.
“What did you see?” Detective Wasmuth was asking her.
“I was asleep.” Her hands were wet from wiping the tears away, “and I heard two loud pops. I got up and saw a figure running out of my parents’ room toward the front of the house, so I ran out the back over here.”
Another officer came in and pulled the detective aside for a moment.
“Well, Lilly, can you explain why we just found a gun in the hamper in your closet?”
“What? No. It’s not mine,” She was becoming more agitated.
“Listen, I’m gonna have to ask you to come into the station so we can have an official statement and run some tests for gunshot residue,” He stood up and motioned her outside.
Two Weeks Later
“Who are you here to see?”
“My daughter, Lilly Thompson.”
“This way, Mr. Thompson.”
After being ushered through the metal detector, Paul Thompson cringed at the thought of the conversation he was about to have with his daughter. The new mandated ‘Family First’ law had gone into effect six months ago and was enforced strictly across the country. Most of the people still could not believe the acts they were being forced to commit.
‘Hey, dad. Are you prepared to do what you have to if I’m found guilty?” She was balled up in her cell room bed.
“Let’s not talk about it, ok.”
Three Months Later
“We, the jury, find the defendant, Lilly Thompson, guilty.”
Lilly hung her head and looked back at her father. The judge called Paul to the front and ordered, “Mr. Thompson, I am placing you, as the next of kin, under the Family First Act, with the task of executing your daughter,” the judge rubbed his eyes and continued, “effective immediately. Report to the scheduled location tomorrow at four PM.”
The next day Paul gathered himself the best he could and headed to the confinement center. Arriving early, he sat in his car and planned what he would do.
After being escorted to the killing room, he walked through the door to see his, Lilly’s, and the guard’s image reflected at him from the one-way mirror.
“Let it begin,” Came over a speaker from the far wall, and the guard stepped forward and handed Paul a pistol.
He raised the weapon. Quickly turned and shot the guard. He fumbled at the man’s keys and tossed Lilly the gun, “shoot anyone who comes in here.” Kneeling over the guard with his back to Lilly, she aimed the pistol and said, “Now you’re going to get yours. Mom already got hers, and you can meet her in hell because that’s where child abusers go!” She pulled the trigger and flesh, and bone exploded from the back of Paul’s skull as he was thrust forward onto the ground.
Lilly tossed the gun aside and sat down in the corner of the room to await her fate.
The lights came on and the camera spun to life. He sat up straight in his chair and readied himself.
“Just take a deep breath and state your name to the camera,” Dr. Spencer said, as she looked through her notes and continued, “start from the day you and your friends got to the woods. Continue reading →
Daniel Cooper sat in his office chair behind his imitation oak desk, gazing at the clock’s hands move the way only a clocks hands can move. Ogilville Indiana sat perched on a Friday evening, waiting for the weekend to unfold. Continue reading →
“What have I always taught you?”
“Always know their routine, their weakness, their habits, and always leave yourself a way out. I know dad. You’ve been drilling that for years now.” She said. Continue reading →