Midnight Murder

I do not know how many years ago it happened, too much has happened to get back to those years of my life have been lost in the sea of my concentration. All I remember is who was there and what they did, the two people were called Andrew and Albert Einstein Jr, two people who you guessed it were related to the famous scientist Albert Einstein, though only Andrew showed that he shared his knowledge while his father who was closer related than his son showed no knowledge whatsoever.

Albert is middle height and like I said before not very smart. tough he makes up for that by being extraordinarily strongly strong and physically powerful, not that he uses this in a particularly safe way. His hair is neat and tidy and died a light shade of brown to make him look younger and so people find it harder to get reasons for him to do something great despite his name giving it away greatly, I mean it is Albert Einstein Jr. He had a tan line where for prolonged periods of time a pair of sunglasses sat as he thinks it makes him look cool. It could not make him look any less cool.

His son, Andrew, is not that much different from his father when it comes to physical power and tidiness. His hair is also neat and is its natural colour of blond with a hint of brown at the tips. He is quite tall but still I tower over him. But then again no one that I know is taller than me. Correction no one that I know of personally or go or have been to school with are taller than me. That includes my teachers. He is also very sporty and loves to play basketball.  Now do not be fooled by him as he is not who he seems to be at all.

Well let us get on with the story, shall we? Well as I was saying, my father was judging a court case against Albert. Albert had been declared mentally ill after trying to climb a building in his underwear for no reason whatsoever. So, he was locked up in a mental hospital separating him from his son as the doctors said that he could just make his son the same if Andrew grew up near him. Sadly, this annoyed him so much as the last thing he wanted was to disappoint him, he had claimed that he did it to make his son proud of him as he thought that he was a waste, Andrew said that he was always proud and tried to get them to not lock him up, sadly Serch said he needed to teach him a lesson.

From that moment on Albert grew a disliking of Serch and his whole family. He wanted him to suffer the same way that he did. Now that was the tricky part, he knew that Serch was not insane and needed to be locked up but that did not mean he couldn't take way something from him. Something that he loved very much. Now this is where I come in, this is where my whole story starts, the moment he realised my strong bond with him. See, I was much a daddy's little girl as my twin was much a mama's little girl. 

You might be wondering how Albert knew who to take. Well, he knew that his son had gone to the same school as us. How could he not? He wanted Andrew to go because we were there. But anyway, he told his father about me and how Serch would be nothing without me. Which in many ways was true? You do not want to know how many times I have helped him with his work and technology problems. 

So, he hatched a plan to escape and kill me. He would do it late at night once everyone was asleep. He would drag himself up into the ventilation system and crawl until he got to the panel that led him outside. That was the easy part of the plan though. Next, he would have to get past the guards on night duty then walk out of the gates to his son in his car and drive off. 

This was done easier than he thought it would be. It was like the guards did not even care if they had escaped from the asylum that they had been in. They then made their way to my house and set part 2 of their plan in motion. Kill me. This was the confusing part. I couldn't get killed. It just was not possible. Trust me, I have tried to kill myself just for the heck of it, but nothing has worked. Poison, bleach, sleep deprivation, dehydration, starvation is just to name a few, and I am still here (otherwise I would not be authoring this story right now) 

They came into my room and tried to stab me just for me to roll my body out of the knife. Alfred looked shocked at what I did. Was what I did even possible? If he knew what I could do in my sleep then the answer would be - yes, yes, it is. He tries to stab me again but again he misses me because I (somehow) know that he is going to do it. 

He, after many failed attempts, looked surprised at my body lying there, untouched, and unsaved by whatever forces keep me alive, or the fact that drama class does come in handy. He growls in anger and frustration with his hands on his head and his eyes bulging out of their sockets. He mumbles something at himself before leaving my room. I smiled momentarily before I resumed sleeping. 

He huffed and left my room. He creeped down the stairs leading from my bedroom and turned left. He slowly tiptoed into my dad's bedroom. I heard screams so I quickly ran downstairs and into his room. Albert was standing over his dead body with a knife covered in blood in his hands and an evil grin on his face. I just stared at him. How could he do this? 

"What was that for? He never did anything bad towards you." I say walking over to my dad's body and kneeling. I put my hands on his face and stroked it. I close his eyelids before saying a little prayer - asking god to take diligent care of him in heaven. 

"See, that is where you are wrong little missy." Albert replies, shaking his fingers. "He locked me up for years. Said I was mad. Said I needed medical help. But I was fine. I just wanted a boy. I wanted to stay with him. But he would not allow it. He took away the only thing I cared about in life. So, I tried to take the only thing in his life that he cares about, you." He states pointing a blood-stained finger at me." But you couldn't be killed. No. So instead, I killed him. Either way he is separated from you. Hope you had said goodbye." He laughs as he leaves the room and in the hallway. 

As soon as I had heard the screams, I had called the police to arrest the man and they did come. As soon as he stood outside, he was surrounded by police officers. He looked nervously around them - planning his daring escape. And lady luck was on his side once again as he ran away and out of site. I ran outside and tried to run after him but one of the officer's stopped me. 

"He is gone now, miss.I am sorry. But do not worry. We will try and find him and when we do, we will send him back."

"He has escaped once, what's to say that he just won't do it again? And anyway, it is not like you tried to go after him." 

"Yes, you do have a point there. did not but we knew that he could wait. Your father, on the other hand, cannot."

"My father is… is dead. He was when I got into his bedroom. There is no one coming back from it." I looked at the officer before bowing my head and going back inside. I went into my mum's bedroom and slid under her covers before going back to sleep. Or at least trying to.

Albert was a menace for what he did that night and no matter what he was going to pay for what he did. will not get out of this without paying a deadly price. He will suffer from what he did. After I get to him once he will be living the rest of his life in fear of when I will return.