WOODCREEK

 

WOODCREEK

CHAPTER NINE

Cassidy Woodcreek sat on the bleachers of the Franklin Stadium together with her boyfriend Jake Hunter who was a quarter back for the Texas Giants. With his right arm wrapped around her, he stole a kiss on the cheek. Life seemed to slow down whenever he was around Cass. Her beauty was unmatched to any of her friends, she was by far the prettiest, a goddess if you will.

Her blonde hair flapped in the dry wind with glory like the color of the sun. The band played loud orchestra music with a hip hop under tone. The drums beat with great bass, while the trumpets and saxophones let out a sweet texture to the rhythm of the anthems. The Texas Giants were two up against the Miami Dolphins this made the crowd cheer and go wild.

The crowd was immense, people from all walks of life flooded the stadium some taking pictures that they would share to friends and family abroad showing off the American Dream while others just sat there reveled at the players crushing each other, body against body colliding aimlessly to win the football.

The night sky was so clear you could see all the stars. Beautifully crafted constellations could be seen from the stadium all seemed glorious and picturesque, a shooting star dashed at great speed from the corner of Cassidy’s eye she solely made a wish to herself, let me marry Jake I ask only this she said in a whisper wishing to the Universe at hand.

She got out of stupor when Jake came with the drinks. Her eyes danced all across the football field like a marionette. Cheerleaders were seen dancing right below the foot of the stadium making their bodies twist and turn like wild contortionists. There they sang songs of victory and velour shaking their pom-poms vigorously.

Some were flung high and mighty by the men cheerleaders, a great routine they had practiced over and over again until it was their second nature. There on the field the players played valiantly almost heroic, they played with honor and resilient spirits. Bodies colliding, a quarter back stretched his arm wide open for an excellent touchdown dodging two players in defense.

The crowd went wild.

As the buzzer went off. Jake stole another kiss that made Cassidy blush all the more. She loved Jake every ounce of him, his flaws, his perfect white teeth and most of all his tender care. She wanted babies with him and no one else. She wanted to get engaged but Jake was always giving excuses about how his career must come first and how he was not ready for commitment at the moment.

This crushed Cassidy but if it was true love…she would wait.

Holding hands long after the game over they walked towards their car in the parking lot slowly savoring the night and its loveliness. There, soaked in love they made love under the moonlight. There in the darkness of the night, little did they not know they were being watched cautiously.

A suspicious looking car, a black Cadillac with tinted windows pulled over right in front of them. Cassidy screamed in despair as two hooded huge men jumped them, one of the two pulled a knife on Cassidy dragging her by the hair, shoving her inside the back of the saloon car.

“Cassidy Nooo!” cried Jake at the top of his lungs. The assailant stabbing him on the chest.

“Jake!” Cassidy screamed in a high pitch voice. By standers left in shock as the kidnappers hoped back in the car and screeched off the parking lot. There in the parking lot lay Jake on the ground bleeding out profusely.

Witnesses rushed towards him to offer assistance but it was too late, his body and soul perished. Some tried to stop the bleeding but it was futile. Quickly, they called an ambulance. The 911 dispatch came right away flooding the parking lot with blue and red colors, sirens blaring.

Moments later, the police arrived only for Jake to be pronounced dead at the crime scene. There the crowd watched over the dead docile body of Jake, concerned and extremely frightened by the grotesque scene. Police were seen in full police uniform collecting any information about the unknown assailants. A yellow tape was divided along the parking lot to separate the crime scene from the civilians.

The boys in blue formed a barrier from the surroundings to keep any contamination of evidence. The paramedics came out with a stretcher to carry Jake’s deceased body off the ground, a clean sheet covered the body filled with blood. News reporters were at the scene reporting the latest developments, their elegant suits seemed out of place and odd.

The reporters giving updates every minute to the evolving situations. The witnesses giving testimonies on what had transpired. An elderly woman who had come to watch the game was on air giving a frightened account on what had happened. From the stabbing to the kidnapping, she said it all after giving her two cents to the police officers.

Woodcreek ranch

Michael got over the phone with his lawyer and best friend Lucious, where they discussed business and the recent development of El Jeffe going behind their backs and smuggling weapons instead of the usual dope. They went over the drug bust that almost costed them his reputation.

They discussed the FBI agent who almost had a drop on them…Wendy she was the newest recruit in the force she came to El paso as a DEA agent all the way from Detroit. An enthusiastic woman who had a knack for crime fighting, she had been in the military so did Michael Woodcreek later learn from Lucious, a resilient and defying woman.

“Keep me in the loop, she seems as though she will be a threat, incorruptible” said Michael as he sipped his glass of Bourbon conversing with Lucious over the phone.

“Michael! Michael! Michael!” cried Lucy Woodcreek from the kitchen counter.

Michael startled hang up the phone and hurried towards the living room.

“Michael its Cassidy!” she said over the house phone.

“It’s the police” she quickly handed the landline to him.

There, stood Michael transfixed on the ground like a statue as he heard the nerve-wrecking news from the police. Shocked, his shoulders dropped, listening intently to the sorrowful voice of the police captain. He dropped the phone and dashed outside towards the garage. He got into his black BMW and sped off.

He arrived at the stadium, his heart pounding out of his chest, his palms sweaty. A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead, his vision blurry and a tightness in his chest. Kent, the Police Captain ushered him in to the crime scene, they were great friends they would play golf every Sunday together with the Police Commissioner but on this fateful night, sorrow burrowed deep in their minds.

There on the crime scene was a pool of Jake’s blood corrugated into the deep tarmacked parking lot. His eyes and ears couldn’t believe his senses. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, his heart racing as he received the news.

My dear Cassidy…

What have they done?...

I will avenge whoever did this…