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This particular spot gives its land to a construction very much like the others on its street. It is an averaged sized, cozy, two story, one garaged, house. It has a very welcoming appearence. Now, most of the time the saying, "Don't judge a book by its cover" means abad cover could still be a great book. In this case it is quite the opposite.

A beautifully kept garden adds onto the welcoming delight of the construction overall. It seems to be a house right out of an artist's paining. The people however, are the opposite. We'll leave it at that.

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And one day, Louis will learn these truths.

“Louis! Louis!” A thick, female voice shouted constantly from downstairs.

"Damn it," Louis growled, slamming his dad's journal shut and stuffing it under his pillow. "What?" He called back.

"Get down here!"

Louis grumbled angrily and sprinted down the well built staircase to his plump mother. "What do you want?" He demanded.

"Don't you dare tralk to me like that!" His mother, Keanna, shouted. She turned around to finish unpacking a difficult looking box of her own. Louis sneered at her as she continued to talk over her shoulder. "You know, I try to do nice things for you, and this is what I get."

Up my a**, Louis thought, growing impatient.

"Go to Stop&P and pick up everything on this list," his mother continued, thrusting a lengthy list and $250.00 cash at him. "If you throw this cash away in ways I wouldn't approve, you'll not be a happy camper, I'll warn you of that right now."

"Whatever," Louis replied, glad to be away of his unpacking duties. He could finish the journal at any other time. He took the cash and the list and turned his back on his mother.
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"I couldn't get them, Mom!" Louis exclaimed, agrivated now. "The carjacking just got in the way of everything!"

For once, Keanna didn't scream at her son for his laziness. Actually, she didn't reply. Somewhat calmly (for her) she said, "Would you please return to the grocery store and get the stuff on the list?"

Louis nodded. He still had the list. The problem would be walking back home with all those groceries. There was no way he could take the bike. His mother was too alert now. He could make her see him in the car, as he had frightfully discovered, but then she would wonder where the car was and why he had lied to her.

All of that would have to be taken care of later on, though, because now Louis had to leave again. And leave he did. Willingly, at that.
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There were sirens. Police. Louis was running from them all. And suddenly he was safe. He tripped behind a bush. But then Ellen was there. She shot him questions sharply. She was suspicious again. A shot rang out. Ellen was falling. And then...

"OOF!" Louis awoke with a start to see that it wasn't Ellen, but a strange man that had landed on top of him! And there were sirens, but they weren't after him, they were after the man who was officially laying in the same bed as him. "Damnit! What the hell is wrong with you, pervert?" Louis shouted to the man.

"You fall on top of me while I'm sleeping and say you're running from the cops because you're a thief!" Louis shouted. "Then you turn it around on me and say you're not a bad guy and that I should help you! Damnit, why?"

Needless to say, Louis was fuming.

"You're right!" Louis shouted out. He lifted up his bedroom window and leapt outside of it. "He's in here! He's in here!" He called frantically to a car not far down the road. Apparently he had caught the officer's attention, because the car sped up the way and parked itself outside of Louis's house. A familiar man jumped from the passenger's side.

This was the cop that had interragated Louis all day and evacuated him from Stop&P alongside Ellen. "Well hello again," he nodded to Louis. "You've got my attention, make it fast, I'm on a chase." Louis definitely made it fast.

"The guy you're after! He stole some kind of potion thing, right?" The officer nodded. "He's right in there! He stormed into my house like a madman."

"Thank you," the officer said. "Don't move! He barked into the room. Don't make this harder than it has to be!"

Hiding under the bed was perhaps the most obvious hiding spot in the world, and had Louis's head been in a different spot at the moment, he would have reached that conclusion. However, his head wasn't in that spot. All he knew was that wherever the guy had gone, Louis was now confronted by a pretty damn angry cop.

"Look here, son, you're a suspect of thievery just like this man. I don't know how, but I have every right to believe that you are a part of this charade with him. You're lying to me, but I have you, and you're coming in. You have the right to remain silent."

Oh no. Louis couldn't go back and be taken in. This was all wrong. The cop advanced forward with handcuffs out. Acting on instinct alone, Louis reached in for what he had in fact, stolen. The gun. Whipping it out, without even hesitating, he pulled the trigger. Not once, but twice. Two holes appeared, red spattered quickly out of both. One hit the right pectoral muscle, and the other was in the lower left gut.

The cop fell, and Louis held the smoking gun out. He just paused, gaping stupidly at the fallen victim. There was no turning back. Louis was now seriously a criminal. But he couldn't describe what had overcome him. He had murdered a cop. Now he was just as much on the run as this man with him.

Louis was scared out of his mind. He was so scared, in fact, that all he could do was nod his head and follow along with the man. For a second, Louis had thought the tracks where covered. he could bury the body farther away, clean up any stains, and get on with life safely. He was wrong. The other cops had followed up. Soon, they would find their friend dead, and Louis's house would be swarming with the men in blue. As horrible as it was, Louis still found time to think, take that, Mom. His mom, as he had found out, had left to do the very shopping he was unable to complete.

"I'm with you," Louis said. "But I want my gun back."
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