Edward

Genre - Crime Fiction, Horror Characters - Professional DJ, President Obama, Crime Scene Investigator, Police Officer Setting - A School

The hatch slammed shut. The tall middle aged man turned around, startled by the noise. Seemingly the only entrance and the only exit to the school had closed by itself. The man walked slowly to the door and tried turning the knob to no avail...of course it was locked. Now growing slightly more worried, he continued down the only available path, a long menacing hallway. The walls were filled with posters well past their prime, corners bent, each tilted slightly, hanging on by a single pin. The floor was cluttered with papers, scattered, creating a mess of obstacles. As the man reached the end of the hallway he found himself facing a large wooden door. Utilizing the large oversized knocker, he banged the door in hope of a response. Hearing none, the man grew slightly more confident and pushed the doors wide open. The dark hallway was suddenly flooded with light and the man found himself momentarily blinded. His senses were soon attacked to by a large thundering noise...what was this...loud booming club music. President Obama was shocked by what he saw. Why, it was his friend DJ Shadow Lord! All this time, he had been nervous, anticipating some smug criminal or undercover serial killer, but no! It was DJ Shadow Lord spinning some of his new tracks. Of course, President Obama was quite surprised to see his old friend. It had been years since they’d even spoken to each. In fact, the last time Obama spoke to Shadow Lord was when they attended Rutgers University together, back in 1985. Thinking about his experiences with Shadow Lord, it suddenly dawned on Obama how Shadow Lord never became a crime scene investigator. Why, it was Obama who had wanted to a DJ, not Shadow lord. “DJ Shadow Lord, what a surprise!” “O...o..oh...my...Obama. Is that you, man? You got to be kiddin’ me right now.” “I heard some thunderin’ noise and I was like whoa, who be spinnin’ dem’ sick tracks?” Shadow Lord laughed before becoming quite. “You scared me, Barack. I heard this noise...that was you who came through those doors, right?” “What? Just now?” “Yeah….I mean a few minutes ago….there was this loud noise, scared the life out of me, bro!” “No that wasn’t me…” “It wasn’t?” “...” “...”  “What the heck’s goin’ on here?” Another strike cut through the air. It was a police officer. President Obama calmed down and tried to reach his hand to shake and ask for situation, but his hand was in handcuffs. “What are you doing? You know who I am?” “Yes, sir. President Obama. You are in trouble, man.” Obama was stunned of the fact he was arrested. Why in the world would this happen? He was nearly pushed into the car by policeman. He couldnt understand the policeman’s attitude. “What are you doing? I am a PRESIDENT of the United States! You can’t push me into the car?” “So what “Mr. President”? You killed a man...Ought to be arrested even if you are a president.”