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DO YOU WANT TO KNOW MY SECRET?: Chapter 1

"HEY" He said as he walked the halls, knife in hand. Ready to kill.......more.
He said his phrase. When he said it, write your wills, lock your doors, hide, run, think, and live. Only if he says this: "DO YOU WANT TO KNOW MY SECRET?

1 Month Earlier

I sit in my car. Strolling down the highway. Waiting for more interesting things in life. But when you live in a town of a 1000. You get bored.
There was a plane falling from the sky. I jumped out of my car.
Screams fluttered as it crashed and burned. I ran to my radio and screamed: "DISPATCH, DISPATCH, WE HAVE A 4597 RESPOND IMEADILTY AT THE BURGER SHOP ON MAIN. REPEAT: CODE 4597, BURGER SHOP, MAIN."
The cars and abulcences got there quick. People screaming and running from flames of the plane eventually falling and melting. Debris fly and scatter. People on the streets screaming at the horror.
My co-worker, Juliet, ran to me. And which i was still appalled. "Q!" She said my nickname, 'Q'. Real name, Quebec Lizotte. "Q! Q!" Which now got my attention.
"Do you see this?" I ask stupidly.
"Are you dumb Q? WE NEED TO HELP THEM!"
"They're dead Juliet. ALL" My canadian/southeren accent says.
"If they're dead why is that man falling from a parachute?" She points above.
I look. Up there is a male, passing out, and he's covered in blood. Presumably one of the victims of a hijack or a plane malfunction. I don't know.
We notice and we see him fall on the ground. Juliet and I run to him, along with paramedics.
He's covered in blood, his blue hoodie, with a stab hole, a slashed arm and bloodied face. His right hand his cover his left wrist and he's shaking. He's young. I'd say early 20's.
"STAY WITH US, SON!" They shout as the paramedics roll him into the ambulance.
I could hear him mumble words, couldn't make them out. But I could worry about the crash. What caused it, or maybe who?
"Juliet we need to follow the ambulance."
"We do" She said. As we got the car and started driving she continued to talk. "I'm appalled. I mean it's deviasting."
"I know. I've seen shot-outs out of the blue but a plane crash? Never in a million years."
"Do think he did it?"
"I don't know. He could have, but could have not. Are best hope is him not dying."
"True" Juliet said rolling her hair back in a pigtail. "Something must have happened."
"What do you mean?"
"If he jumped out, there had to commotion. Something, maybe he was steering the plane down and jumped. Or, or he was a passager that luckily escaped."
"I don't know. Why you askin' me?"
"Well excuse me, I was just asking questions." She yelled.
"Am I being interrogated or somethin'?"
"Forget it"
"Woman ask to many questions" I mumbled and pulled into the hospital parking lot.
Juliet and I ran over to the young man being rolled into the ER.
"SLASH WOUMBS!" A doctor yelled.
"A STAB WOUMB IN THE CHEST AREA."
"GET AN IV IN HIM NOW!"
"What happened?" The doctor asked us.
"There was a crash down a mile. And he popped out and landed on the ground."
"Crash?"
"Yup, saw it with my own two eyes"
"I need to get the patient"
"Go ahead."
Then Preston Quagmire bursting down the halls. That old coot, surprised he's still an officer. But he's the best of the best. I'll tell you that.
"Preston Quagmire is here." Preston Quagmire said in his old southern voice.
"Late Preston" Juliet said.
"Shut up. I don't orders from nobody!" He pulled out his gun.
"Preston! Calm down."
We sat him down.
"Did you see the crash?" I asked.
"Sure did. BIG explosion. Not as big as WWII i'd tell you."
"Or the Afghan war."
"Yea."
"What flight was this?" I asked Juliet.
"Don't know. But it was probly a flight from Texan Airport down south."
"I hope that guy's not dead." I said to myself.
"Me too" Juliet responded.
All we can do was wait.