Post by Zalina on Aug 28, 2005 16:45:26 GMT -5
"Momma? Daddy?" little Zalina said. The five-year-old shook her mother's shoulder vigorously. Her parents lay on the ground surrounded by a dark liquid. Zalina didn't know what it was, but it was warm and sticky.
"Mommy, please wake up. The bad man's gone!" She said again. "Daddy, he's gone! It's safe now." Still and lifeless, her parents didn't move when she touched them. On the verge of giving up, she walked out onto the front steps, sat down, and cried.
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Walking down the quiet country road, 22-year-old Sawyer Ferrien watched the sky. It was overcast, and ominous clouds were on the horizon. He jammed his hands into his jean pockets. It was getting windy, a sure sign of bad weather. Then he heard it.
He stopped and pivoted a half turn. It was gone. He started walking back the way he was going, but then he heard it again. It was a child crying. He jogged towards the sound a bit, and found it coming from down a small dirt path. He sprinted down it.
A little child was sitting on the steps of an old farmhouse, crying. She was a white German Shepherd, and couldn't be more then six. There was blood on her hands. Now worried, he slowed a bit so he wouldn't scare her.
"Hey there, little one." He said calmly. "What's wrong?"
She stared at him wildly, and Ferrien knew that she had been taught not to talk to strangers.
"It's okay. Where are your mommy and daddy at?" He asked her another question, squatting down so he wouldn't appear as threatning.
The little one pointed inside through the screen door. "There. They won't wake up."
Panic gripped his stomach as he stood up."Sweetie, what's your name?"
"Zalina." She said and gathered her knees up to her chest.
"Well, Zalina, do you think you could stay out here while I go inside for a minute?" He asked her, and she nodded.
Carefully, he walked past her and slowly opened the screen door, and then walked through the pantry and the kitchen, and into the living room. He froze in his tracks. Her parents lay on the ground, bullet holes in their bodies. He covered his mouth to keep from throwing up. Someone had killed her parents! Determined to distract himself from the gruesome sight, he searched the ground for any kind of weapon. What he found was a bullet casing from some kind of pistol. He didn't touch it, knowing that the forensic team would take care of it. He took out his communicator, and dialed the emergency number. A dispacher picked up.
"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?"
"Um...yes. This is Sawyer Ferrien. I was just walking down the road leading from the south part of town, and I heard a child crying. I asked her where her parents were, and she said they were inside. I'm in the house now, and her parents were shot to death in the living room. I need the police down here now." He said quickly.
"Okay. What is you location?"
"The road just south of town. It's the first little dirt path on the left. I'm not sure if the squad cars can make it down the path, but they can try. I'm not entirely sure of the adress."
"Okay, Mr. Ferrien, the police are on the way. I'm going to stay on the line with you to make sure the police get there. Is there anyone left in the house?"
"Um...I'm not entirely sure about that, besides the little girl. I didn't see any vehicles outside."
He continued to talking to the dispacher until he heard the sirens outside the house. He said goodbye and hung up before heading outside. A couple of policemen were talking to the little girl, while about six more were walking towards the house. Five went inside, but one stayed on the porch and talked to him.
"Are you the one who found them?" He asked, and Ferrien nodded. Zalina made her way over to him, and then took a hold of his hand. He stopped in the middle of a sentence, and looked down. She stared teary-eyed at him.
"What's going to happen to her?" Ferrien asked the policeman.
"Well, we're going to question her and you down at the station, then she'll probably be sent to an orphanage. Why?"
"Well, officer, I was wondering if I could adopt her. She seems to be pretty attatched to me."
"We'll have to see about that later on, but for right now, you can watch her down at the station while we question you two."
"Okay, that's fine." Ferrien said, giving little Zalina's hand a squeeze.
She leaned over and hugged his leg, and Ferrien grinned and ruffled her hair.
"Mommy, please wake up. The bad man's gone!" She said again. "Daddy, he's gone! It's safe now." Still and lifeless, her parents didn't move when she touched them. On the verge of giving up, she walked out onto the front steps, sat down, and cried.
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Walking down the quiet country road, 22-year-old Sawyer Ferrien watched the sky. It was overcast, and ominous clouds were on the horizon. He jammed his hands into his jean pockets. It was getting windy, a sure sign of bad weather. Then he heard it.
He stopped and pivoted a half turn. It was gone. He started walking back the way he was going, but then he heard it again. It was a child crying. He jogged towards the sound a bit, and found it coming from down a small dirt path. He sprinted down it.
A little child was sitting on the steps of an old farmhouse, crying. She was a white German Shepherd, and couldn't be more then six. There was blood on her hands. Now worried, he slowed a bit so he wouldn't scare her.
"Hey there, little one." He said calmly. "What's wrong?"
She stared at him wildly, and Ferrien knew that she had been taught not to talk to strangers.
"It's okay. Where are your mommy and daddy at?" He asked her another question, squatting down so he wouldn't appear as threatning.
The little one pointed inside through the screen door. "There. They won't wake up."
Panic gripped his stomach as he stood up."Sweetie, what's your name?"
"Zalina." She said and gathered her knees up to her chest.
"Well, Zalina, do you think you could stay out here while I go inside for a minute?" He asked her, and she nodded.
Carefully, he walked past her and slowly opened the screen door, and then walked through the pantry and the kitchen, and into the living room. He froze in his tracks. Her parents lay on the ground, bullet holes in their bodies. He covered his mouth to keep from throwing up. Someone had killed her parents! Determined to distract himself from the gruesome sight, he searched the ground for any kind of weapon. What he found was a bullet casing from some kind of pistol. He didn't touch it, knowing that the forensic team would take care of it. He took out his communicator, and dialed the emergency number. A dispacher picked up.
"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?"
"Um...yes. This is Sawyer Ferrien. I was just walking down the road leading from the south part of town, and I heard a child crying. I asked her where her parents were, and she said they were inside. I'm in the house now, and her parents were shot to death in the living room. I need the police down here now." He said quickly.
"Okay. What is you location?"
"The road just south of town. It's the first little dirt path on the left. I'm not sure if the squad cars can make it down the path, but they can try. I'm not entirely sure of the adress."
"Okay, Mr. Ferrien, the police are on the way. I'm going to stay on the line with you to make sure the police get there. Is there anyone left in the house?"
"Um...I'm not entirely sure about that, besides the little girl. I didn't see any vehicles outside."
He continued to talking to the dispacher until he heard the sirens outside the house. He said goodbye and hung up before heading outside. A couple of policemen were talking to the little girl, while about six more were walking towards the house. Five went inside, but one stayed on the porch and talked to him.
"Are you the one who found them?" He asked, and Ferrien nodded. Zalina made her way over to him, and then took a hold of his hand. He stopped in the middle of a sentence, and looked down. She stared teary-eyed at him.
"What's going to happen to her?" Ferrien asked the policeman.
"Well, we're going to question her and you down at the station, then she'll probably be sent to an orphanage. Why?"
"Well, officer, I was wondering if I could adopt her. She seems to be pretty attatched to me."
"We'll have to see about that later on, but for right now, you can watch her down at the station while we question you two."
"Okay, that's fine." Ferrien said, giving little Zalina's hand a squeeze.
She leaned over and hugged his leg, and Ferrien grinned and ruffled her hair.