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Writing Challenge 2015-01-21

The story must have a lawman in it. During the story, a character finds a long-lost friend.

Victor Stone
Donna Troy

Victor closed the interrogation room door firmly behind him.  He had approximately 20 minutes before his commander would kick him out and release the woman seated at the table.

She watched him calmly with clear blue eyes and smiled at him in a reassuring manner, which was throwing him off balance.  He had brought her in for questioning.  By all rights she should be nervous and uncertain of herself.  She said her name was Donna Troy.  She was of average height with black hair falling in gently waves about her shoulders.

Determinedly, he pulled his cloak of angry bitterness around him.

“Miss Troy, where were you Monday evening?”

Donna’s smile was sweet and showed even white teeth, “I was home.”

“Yes, about that.” Victor slammed the file in his hand down on the table.  The metal table shook under the impact.  He watched her smile dim, but she didn’t flinch.  “The address you provided would be in the middle of the East River.”


He resisted the urge to grind his teeth.  “Do you have anyone who can confirm that?”


“Who are you, Donna Troy?” he asked.  “There is no record of you.  No birth certificate, no driver’s license, no previous or current address, no records of any kind, it’s as if you never existed.”

She watched him, still calm and unmoved.

Victor laid both hands on the table and leaned close, attempting to use his size and anger to intimidate the infuriating woman.

“People around you have started going missing and I am going to find out why.”  He reached over and flipped open the file folder.  He slid the first photo over for her to look at.  “This is Wallace West; he was a college student who filed a police report stating you saved him from getting hit by a car.  The next day, he went missing and his whereabouts are still unaccounted for.  His parents have filed a missing persons report.”

Donna only nodded.

He slipped the next photo over.  “This is Garfield Logan, according to his agent; he met you at a Sci-Fi convention and had lunch with you the next day.  That evening he was scheduled to attend a very important dinner, but never made it.  He has not been seen since.”

Victor wanted to reach out and shake some reaction out of the woman.  She just watched him, not reacting.

“I know you are aware of this,” he ground out.  “You were questioned by Detective Grayson, after you made inquiries about Kory Anders whereabouts.   He was put in charge of her stalker case, and had you flagged as a suspicious person, but cleared you to have contact with Ms. Anders while he was in attendance.  Both Detective Grayson and Kory Anders were reported missing Tuesday afternoon.”

Again, Donna only nodded.

Victor was furious, this woman knew what had happened to four missing people and she sat there casually as if she hadn’t a worry in the world.

“Why don’t you give me one reason, I shouldn’t lock you up right now for the abduction and possible murder of four people?”

This time he watched her face turn sad.  “You can’t arrest me.”

“Why not?” he demanded.

“Because I am a white woman and you are a black man,” she said.

Victor felt the rage well up in him.  She wasn’t wrong and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.  Donna Troy could be a serial killer, but unless she confessed right now, they would send her on her way with a fucking gift basket, just because he had brought her in.

“It’s not right and it isn’t fair,” she continued, “but that is the world you live in.”

He turned from the table, fists clenched.  It took everything he had not to grab the chair and slam it into the wall.

“What the fuck do you want with me?” he asked, not daring to look at her.  “I been told you’ve been askin’ about me, in my old neighborhood.”  His voice lost its careful pronunciation.

“A good friend of ours sent me to find you.”

He gave a bark of harsh laughter, turning to face her.  “We share a friend? Not fuckin’ likely.”

Donna leaned forward earnestly, “Vic, you don’t belong here.  The Victor Stone I know is a hero.  His race isn’t an issue and I have lost count of how many lives you’ve saved.”

“You’re crazy, lady.”

“I have known you Vic, for a long time.  You are a loving caring person, who is always looking for ways to make life better for others.”  Donna extended her hand across the table palm up.  “You deserve so much more than what you have here.  Please, come home with me.”

“Ri-ight,” he replied, voice laced with sarcasm.  “You’re promisin’ me some world where everythin’ is wonderful and nothin’ bad happens?”

Donna gave a small laugh, “not even close.”  She looked him earnestly, “We have plenty of suffering and problems, but we over-come them together.  Our pains make us stronger and help us to make the world a better place.  Now, that place just isn’t the same without you.”

“Is this the same line you gave the others before you got rid of them?”

“They aren’t gone, they’re just not here.  I helped send them back to where they came from; to an earth that needs them.”

“And how did you do that?” Victor asked.  Finally, the woman was confessing to her involvement and he would find out what she had done to them.

“I took their hands.”

“That’s it?” his voice was heavy with skepticism.

She smiled gently, “that’s it.”

“Then sure, take me with you.” Victor said, the woman really was nuts.

Her fingers were warm as they wrapped around his.

“Okay, Raven.” Donna said, “We’re ready.”

Victor saw darkness fill the room and cold swept over him.


Five minutes later Victor’s superior burst in to the interrogation room ready to end the black boy’s career.  He found the room empty.  With only the file and pictures lay spread across the table.

None of them were ever heard from again.

On that Earth.

But we know of another, which is blessed with their presence.