I really don't know where this is going...
 

A rush of nervousness washed over me. "Squeal!" my car roared with power as the bag jumped and i looked back at it warily. I'm Phoenix, Top secret spy- in the world. I just got back from killing and robbing a busness man. Yeah, I'm a murderer. Guess what i do for a living?

Steal, murder and steal.

I walked from the crime scene my heels drenched with blood. The bang i had just heard echoed in my ears. I smiled at the wincing body who was clutching his chest as two 3 inch deep holes blood pouring out imprinted with my heels and i skipped. The click clacking on the floor leaving marks back, forth, back, forth until i reached the door. i took them off, pegged them at the bloody, red body and ran. I broke a window of a car who seemed to be the person who i left stranding dying, I gasped a cold shock ran through my arm. Blood started streaming from my wrist, A glass shard was stuck in my vein as it fell out and blood gushed even more. I jumped started the car with blood staining around the cup holder and seemed to be new white car mats. I sped off with a wallet and a shopping bag filled with a couple of crumpled 100 dollar bills sitting on the passenger seat. I heard the wail of sirens behind the sound of Linkin Park on the radio as I turned the blinker onto the freeway. I looked back at my wrist I had to get to my house. To change into some proper clothes to go to a hospital. I reved a bit more glancing at the mile taker. 95 miles per hour. I turned off at exit when i saw a police up the road I slowed. I glanced warily through the window at him. I hid my wrist and smiled and then went on with my way. As i got to the hospital. A nurse fainted when she saw me. I got my wrist bandaged and went a resturaunt. I told Boss i had hurt my self but the other mission was accomplished.


Yeah. a murder story. I don't know.