The Perfect Murder-Part 3

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The boy walked down the stairs, wearing his usual cargo and white t-shirt. He also donned a fedora.
“How does it look mother?” he spoke, elongating the does.
“No”, she replied bluntly. “You can’t carry the look of the fedora with such a wardrobe. Leave it on the hanger beside the door and head to school.”
The boy let out a little sigh, knowing that his mother was right. He picked up his bag, opened the door and stepped outside.
In a flash, his head was lowered, his strides became shorter and no more did confidence radiate from him. He observed everyone on his way. The nice girl whom he met this morning, waving at him, her bulky male friend, a boy with large headphones, the frat boy on his bike, an old man walking his black labrodor, the blonde who worked at the local Archies, the ice cream man and pretty much the rest of the neighbourhood.
All such good targets, except the girl, he thought.
Soon he reached the huge white coloured Four story building where he would spend a fourth of his day, struggling to stay awake, except for that beautiful hour in psychology. He let out another sigh and went through the door with countless others, who would, like him, want to be anywhere but here.

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The Perfect Murder-Part 2

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Part 2 of the Perfect Murder storyline. Wrote it late at night after i drank a bottle of coke!! Part 1 – https://hazeshrey.wordpress.com/2012/10/25/the-perfect-murder/

The next day, as the sun rose into the sky, there was a familiar boy walking in the streets, this time with his head held high. He checked every corner, every ally, every parking lot, every nook in the city.
“None of these places are good enough. Easy to get caught”, he stated in a confident yet carefree voice.
As he turned around, he saw the gorgeous girl.
“Hey, hi!” she said.
“H-h-hello”, he replied, changing back to his unconfident persona.
“This is interesting. I thought you didn’t come out of your house and here you are roaming around in the open”, she said.
‘I was…uh just looking for a good place to eat”, he replied, moving his hand away from her.
“Well since you’re new in town, let me tell you. There’s KFC, then there’s the Chinese food restaurant by that corner and the pizza place by our school.” She became excited as she helped him, swinging her hands showing him where and how to go.
As she kept on speaking for another few minutes, the boy could feel the kindness radiating from her. He could also feel the sympathy she had for him.
As soon as she stopped to catch her breath, the boy cut in between before she could.
“I, uh had fun talking to you, but I us really must be getting back”, he said in a polite voice. Still looking down, he continued on his original path.
The girl stood there,smiling as he went away. “He’s actually not that bad”, she said in her usual cheerful voice.

“Mother, I’m home”.
“You’re only 9 minutes late”, she said with a hint of anger.
“Well what can I say, I got side tracked”, the boy replied in his carefree, confident voice.
“you need to focus if you are to be initiated. You do things randomly, there is no semblance of order”, she lectured him
“I know mother. This is how I do things. I am not father.”, he said, almost losing his cool. Looking again in his mother’s eyes, he calmed down. Speaking again in his carefree and confident voice, forgetting the events that just took place, “You say that its taught in training that they teach you to find patterns. How a person does things, how he doesn’t. You learn their psychology”.
“There’s a pattern even in randomness”, she said firmly.
“I know mother, I know”, he replied, his voice sounding a bi tired.
The boy moved towards his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and went upstairs.
“By the way, how long did you tell them we are here?” he shouted.
“68 days, why is something wrong?” she replied.
“No, no its all perfect”, an emphasis on the perfect in a rather evil tone.

The Perfect Murder-Part 1

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I wrote this story about a month ago, but thanks to playing a lot of Borderlands 2 the past two weeks, never got the time to post anything new or even type. This story is sort of Inspired by Batman, Alfred Hitchcock movies and various other murder mystery novels by Agatha Christie. Was originally titled Untitled-#4 but then found a better tittle(will post #3 later. Its big)

The bell rang. Everyone ran out of the school. All the children, short, tall, black, white ran out into the heat to the ice-cream truck. The line in front of it kept on growing. As it kept on growing, a boy walked from beside it, wearing a white t-shirt and cargo pants.
His head was lowered. His walk was unconfident. Walking forward, his shoulder hit the shoulder of another person.
“I’m I’m s, s, sorry”, he stuttered as he moved a few paces back and his face turned white.
“It’s ok”, the person replied in a very confident and friendly tone. As he came closer to the boy, the boy moved the closest part of his body away from him, signaling him to not come close.
As he walked on, his sweat attracted a fly. He waved his hands to shoo the fly away. Moving away from the fly, he moved backwards, his bag hitting something. Startled, he turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was a pole.
“Hahahaha….” a rather muscular boy about his age laughed. “Can’t even kill a fly. Look at him”, he laughed all the while poking fun at him.
The boy, however, kept to his own.
“Stop it”, the girl standing beside him said. A gorgeous girl, she waved at the boy and shouted “Hi!”.
The boy, looking up, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact, made a slow wave and a barely audible hello as a reply. Shying away, he continued on his previous path.
Later, when he opened the door to his house, he shouted to let his mother know he was back, in a rather confident and loud voice.
“Welcome home son’, his mother replied in a sweet, soft voice. “How was your day?”
“Productive”, he replied.
“Your initiation draws closer son. You know, in order to be true member of our clan, you must commit the perfect murder”, his mother added in a lecturing, angry voice.
“I know mother. That’s why I have been acting a bit scared lately. Haven’t you noticed?” he said with a sly smile.
His mother smiled back, and the boy proceeded deeper into the house.