Young Writers Society

The Ghost Chase

“We can’t let him escape!”, exclaimed Sgt. Bat. He ran down the street in hot pursuit of his target. The man turned a corner, but Sgt. Bat was closer to him than humor at a Kevin Hart show. He ran through the several alleyways of Los Angeles, and he turned into a building. Sgt. Bat followed him, and to his shock, the man was nowhere to be found. After realizing that he was gone, Sgt. Bat turned around, and began to walk back to his squad.

May 16, 2052. Sgt. Rico Bat, a 32-year-old LAPD sergeant, was so bored. He was so bored, he was like a five-year-old kid watching the Discovery Channel. Standing up, he put on his police uniform, and his Nike shoes. His mustache was as brown as dirt.He walked out of his downtown L.A. apartment to go to work.He jumped into in his 2046 Ford Remake, and barreled down the road at a whopping 42 mph. 46 minutes later, he arrived at the Los Angeles Police Department. “You were a little fast coming around the corner there, chief,” said Lt. Lewis Grimm, a short and bald man, was also Sgt. Bat’s partner-in-crime-stopping. “So sue me,” replied Rico. The two walked into the station, and checked to see if there were any new cases. There was. The case was confusing. It was more confusing than a kaleidoscope to a three-year-old. A body had popped up in a garment factory, and there was a note taped to it. The note said, “I did this, and there will be more to come.” And it was signed Victor Orbit.

“Maybe we should find this guy before he kills someone else, eh?”, said Sgt. Bat.

“Well, aren’t you a genius?”, exclaimed Lt. Grimm. They got right down to work. Hands flying over his computer, Rico searched the records of Victor Orbit. Problem was, there wasn’t any. It was like he didn’t exist. Annoyed, Sgt. Bat started checking every single thing that he could. But he couldn’t find anything related to Victor Orbit. All of a sudden, there was a commotion over on the other side of the room. Everyone was crowded around something. There, in the middle of the circle, stood an officer holding something. It was a piece of paper with some writing on it. Sgt. Bat took one look at it, and was automatically about to throw someone out the window. The paper said, “Come find me. I’m waiting.” And the note was signed Victor Orbit.

Sgt. Bat was sick of the games, sick of the searching, sick of everything related to Victor Orbit. He didn’t want to hear anymore about it. But soon, Lt. Grimm rushed to him with some good news. He said that they had tracked down someone that was seen near the murder scene had just been seen walking into a diner.They had been able to track his face across town to an abandoned building. They had found him.

Lt. Grimm and Sgt. Bat jumped into their police cruiser and speeded down the road toward the building. They arrived there, and prepared to raid the building. They broke down the door, and saw a man standing there. He turned and started to run. Great, thought Sgt. Bat, as he took off after him.“We can’t let him escape!”, exclaimed Sgt. Bat. He ran down the street in hot pursuit of his target. The man turned a corner, but Sgt. Bat was closer to him than humor at a Kevin Hart show. He ran through the several alleyways of Los Angeles, and he turned into a building. Sgt. Bat followed him, and to his shock, the man was nowhere to be found. After realizing that he was gone, Sgt. Bat turned around, and began to walk back to his squad. But, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man over in the corner. He started to run, but Sgt. Bat was faster. Sgt. Bat chased him down, and tackled him to the ground. He flipped him on to his back. The tall man, scarred and broad, stared into Sgt. Bat’s eyes. It was Victor Orbit. They had caught him. Sgt. Bat cuffed him, read him his Miranda rights, stood him up, and walked him down to the station, where the man was put into jail for the murder of an unidentified male. It was finally over.