Short- Somewhat Mean Streets

NOTE: The following piece I find quite hilarious. I wrote this when I was about sixteen, maybe seventeen. I was digging around on an old external hard drive from high school and I found this piece; I’ll probably upload a few more once I’ve had the time to search through everything. This was written for a creative writing class, and the only thing I have altered is the formatting (the original version was atrocious). The part I find most comical is the fact that I named this piece “Mean Streets” I had no idea there was a movie with that name already (I was a clueless teenager).

INT: CRIME SCENE- NIGHT

The rain has started to slow down outside. As of right now, it is merely a rhythmic patter of solid drops on the windows of a ransacked apartment. Detective Camron Rhodes has to step under the crime scene tape stretching across the entryway as he steps into the apartment. Detective Rhodes is a bulky mid-forties cop resembling something one would see in an old pulp magazine. His face is tired and his skin resembles a well-worn baseball glove. He stops for a moment to examine the carnage inside the apartment. Every inch of the floor is covered in trash and several shards of shattered objects. He notices a tipped over couch in the corner of the room with a heavy blood trail leading into the kitchen, the trail is being examined by two forensics investigators. Detective Rhodes is approached by Officer Glenn Jones, an enthusiastic young man in his late twenties.

GLENN:

It’s a real mess in here Detective.

CAMRON:

What happened?

GLENN:

From what we can tell, it looks like a break in. The window in the victim’s bedroom is shattered and the state of the  apartment shows numerous signs of a struggle.

CAMRON:

Have we got an ID on the victim?

GLENN:

Yes sir, the victim is one, Jason Smith, we were able to locate his wallet inside his pocket.

CAMRON:

It was on his person?

GLENN:

Yes sir.

CAMRON:

What was in it?

GLENN:

A driver’s license, some business cards, a credit card, and forty one dollars in cash.

CAMRON:

The money and credit card was still in the wallet?

GLENN:

Yes sir.

CAMRON:

Why would someone bother breaking in if they weren’t going to steal anything?

GLENN:

That’s not even the weird part sir, look at this.

Glenn leads Camron over to the body. The body is heavily mutilated and covered in blood; there are countless cuts along the victim’s entire face and torso. Camron is approached by the lead forensics investigator Curtis Johnson. Curtis is the oldest person in the room and the only person that looks more grizzled than Camron.

CURTIS:

Evening Detective, please forgive me if I don’t shake your hand.

CAMRON:

What have you got for me Curtis?

CURTIS:

It’s pretty gruesome. The victim has dozens of scratches along his face and chest. The debris around the apartment suggests there was a struggle but our friend here wasn’t strong enough to fight off the assailant for too long. The victim was dragged down right here and here’s where it gets strange, the assailant took several bites out of the victim throughout his torso and up and down his arms.

GLENN:

He bit him?

CURTIS:

Yes, but these aren’t just little bites, as you can see, the assailant took several chunks of skin and muscle off the victim.

GLENN:

What does this mean?

CURTIS:

It means you’re looking for one crazy son of a bitch.

Camron notices a bloody trail of footprints leading away from the body and into the bedroom.

CAMRON:

What can you tell me about these footprints?

CURTIS:

The assailant’s obviously, they lead back to the shattered window in the bedroom and go down to the alley outside. You notice anything odd about the footprints detective?

CAMRON:

Was he barefoot?

CURTIS:

Good job detective, yes he was indeed barefoot.

CAMRON:

Has anyone gone down to the alley yet?

CURTIS:

Not yet, that was going to be my next stop when I was done in here.

CAMRON:

Would you mind if I went down there right now and checked it out?

CURTIS:

Be my guest detective, we’ll compare notes after, maybe you’ll save me some work tonight.

CAMRON:

I always love being a team player.

Camron follows the bloody footprints into the bedroom and over to the shattered window. Glass shards line the floor inside the bedroom. Camron carefully climbs out the window onto the fire escape. Rain gently beats against the top of his head and shoulders as he climbs the ladder down onto the alley below the apartment. The rain has washed away most of the blood from the concrete but fortunately, a few scattered spots have soaked into the pavement leading further into the alley away from the street. Camron follows the tracks behind the building.

The rear of the apartment building is pitch black so Camron turns on his flash light. He can hear the vague sounds of grunting in the distance followed by appears to be a mysterious sloshing sound, as if someone is attempting to chew through a wet towel. He follows the sound further into the alley, it grows louder with every step and the blood along the ground gets thicker. Eventually, the noise stops. Camron slides his flashlight along the ground and flashes it on a man crouching over another disfigured body roughly twenty feet away.

The man is staring back with two protruding black eyes, his entire body is covered in a suit of blood. Camron tries to prevent himself from screaming; he isn’t capable of conjuring any sound whatsoever. His breathing becomes heavy. The blood covered man starts running towards Camron. Camron tries to pull his gun but the man is simply too fast. Within seconds everything is black.

FADE OUT

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