Name: Anonymous 2007-10-17 13:11
It was a dark night in mid-January when a news alert came upon the television. A man, who is wanted by the police in the small town of Surburbia. They gave this man the name of "The Estranged," for he was weirder than a three dollar bill. This man was wanted for streaking the street and running wild throughout the town on several instances. The no named man, the estranged, was wanted in three different counties surrounding the area of Surburbia. Who was this man and what in god's name was he doing here?
I am a reporter on this case, and my name is Barb. I work for channel 4 news and I am also a private investigator in my spare time. I want to be the first to find out where this man is from, why he streaks the streets, which means running naked throughout the town, and why he does what he does. I want to be the first to get live coverage of this scenario.
My phone began to ring and I answered it promptly for the reason being, I wanted details on the estranged , "Hello."
"Hi Barb, this is Steve Williams from Suburbia News. I wanted to let you know that the estranged is on the run and the police are chasing him. He has a hostage. I wanted you to be the first person to relay the new news, since its your story. I will keep in touch"
"Thanks Steve, I'm on it. Talk to you later, I have to go."
I got in my car after I got off the phone with William. I headed south to where the police chase was in pursuit. There were many road blocks. I was allowed to go further into the pursuit because I am a well known newscaster an Private Investigator. I turned the radio on to stay in tune with where the estranged was headed, He was on route nine and I have a vibe that he is going to head to the wooden area just seconds away to try to run with the hostage. I was scared that someone was going to get hurt. as estranged this man is.
After I heard this I asked Earl if he had any weapons. He did and he got his riffle. I walked outside with the riffle and stood on Earl's front porch, awaiting the police chase. All of a sudden, three police cars came towards Earl's house. One of the officers recognized me at first glance.
"Bard, the estranged is running wild. He got out of the stolen car and abandoned it halfway up this road. He has a hostage, a young girl in her mid-twenties. We have three search dogs after him."
"Frank, thanks for the news. I decided to post here because I think he will run here to Earl's house. It is the only shelter for him and it is oftly cold out here. We will have to keep a lookout for him.
Frank decided to help with the search and I stood guard, rifle in hand. Early was getting a little shaky and the search had already begun about three hours ago, and there was no sign of the estranged. I went inside to listen on the scanner for any new news.
WOMEN HOSTAGE FOUND DEAD. THE ESTRANGED STILL NOT LOCATED. POLICE DOGS PICKED UP NO SCENT OF HIM YET. THE ENTIRE FORCE IS ON THE LOOKOUT.
Five minuted after I heard this on the scanner, there was a loud bang outside. I drew myself closer to where the noise was coming from, then all of a sudden, a man started running towards me. I was frightened. It was him, a naked man who wrentched of shit and pis, and who was acting as if he had seen a ghost. I guess because of the fact that it sunk in that he had just killed his hostage.
"Get in that house," He yelled.
"Come any closer and I'll shoot you." I said demandingly.
I had a rifle hand in hand and was going to keep this maniac as far away as I could until police arrived. But how I would get the police there without any phone connection was evident. I thought of the first thing that came to mind, to keep an eye out on the man and to shoot a bullet into mid-air to alarm the police that he was there.
Just as I pointed up and shot, the estranged man darted towards me and we wrestled with the rifle. He was a strong man with a grip. I managed to get a shot in, in which I shot him in the shoulder. He then overpowered me with his hands and flung me on the ground. He had won the battle. What was I going to do now. He had the gun.
"Stand up, BITCH," he demanded, with the rifle pointing at my head.
I stood up, frightened, and said, "Your not going to get away with this you sick demented BASTARD!"
He edged me into the house with the rifle. I thought to myself, how could I escape. Somehow, someway, I had to get the rifle back. My life was at stake. The man who lived in the house was sitting in the couch when the estranged came in and demanded that we sat back to back, for I guess he was going to tie us up. With the gun pointing at us, he looked around to see what he could use to tie us together with.
"Where in the fuck is some rope?" he yelled.
"I don't have any rope," uttered the owner of the house. Who knew that would be his last words.
"Well then that's it, I guess you aren't going to cooperate," he said as he put a bullet in the man's head. Who knew that would be his last words.
The man lay dead on the floor and I was his only live hostage, and I thought to myself that he won't kill me. I was his bait to get him out of there and I knew it because of all the experiences I had dealt with things like this being broad casted on the news as being a newscaster. In these situations, the person witht he hostage has a better chance to get away, but eventually they will go down, get locked up and the key to the cell might as well be thrown away. He wasn't going to get away with this, I thought to myself.
"We are going to leave here right now. Where the FUCK is your car?" he said demanding an answer.
"Its broke down here, I ran out of gas." I said telling a big hat white lie.
"Your very brave, BITCH to talk to me like that! I will kill you just like that man I just killed." he said. "Take me to your car, NOW!" he insisted.
We walked outside the house to my car and my back had the rifle pointing on it.
"Now give me the keys, BITCH."
"Alright, there in my purse, I have to find them." I said. I knew I was in for a nightmare.
I took a narrow, darker than dark path, that leaded to a house on Willow Street. I thought that the estranged might go there. I knocked on the door and an elderly man peaked through a shade, and didn’t open the door. I thought the man was scared to death with knowing that this wild man is loose, and running the same way that is near to his house. I banged on the door again with my badge in my hand. The man then opened the wooden, creaky door.
“Hello man, how may I assist you.” He said.
“My name is Barb. I am a private investigator and a newscaster and I think that the man whom is leading the chase is about to take this route. I have worked with many cases where the fugitive runs to wooded areas to try to escape the police. I would like to stand guard at your house and see if my instincts are correct. Do you have a telephone I can use?”
“Barb, dead, I have no phone, no television, but I do have a police scanner. Would that help you out any?”
“It certainly will. That would be great if you could turn it on. I told you my name, but you didn’t tell me yours.”
“My name is Earl. Its nice to have some company around here. I don’t have any visitors. Are we safe here with that guy coming this way.”
“I don’t know if he is armed, but I know be is very strange. He is a man on the loose where police officers have been trying to catch up with him in many counties for streaking in public and for kidnapping a woman, who is his hostage. Let’s Listen to the scanner.”
POLICE PUSUIT IN ACTION FOR THE ESTRANGED, HEADED TOWARDS WILLOW STREET, HAS HOSTAGE AND IS ARMED, SHOTS WERE FIRED. ONE OFFICER KILLED BY A BLOW TO THE HEAD.