History has a way of repeating itself. The story of rival siblings is as old as the human race. From Caine and Abel all the way to the Kardashians, there have been problems. The more money, the more problems seem to follow. Along comes Ether and Edgar Maitland and history follows them. First, one tries to kill the other but the other succeeds in ending the life of the first.
Confusing at best. For those involved in trying to solve the murder of Mr. Evans, they feel a bit foolish that they didn't think of the brothers from the start. Leads lead to dead ends. People felt haunted by the unsolved crime. Heck, even the ghost of the town felt haunted.
The mysterious blue van slowly pulled-up to the entrance of the Maitland, and a body rolled out onto the pavement. It seemed to be moving in slow motion as it fell from the van. The van then slowly rolled away. "What? Who the heck!" Lamar shouted as he ran toward the body. He looked at the back of the van as it moved away. "Stop!" He shouted, but he was too old to pursue it.
Linh was the first detective to arrive. Linh spoke into her phone. "You won't believe what, literally, landed at the door steps of the Maitland."
"I can't take on another thing," Annabeth said.
"Don't worry," Linh said. "I'm kinda taking something off your plate."
"What?"
"Edgar is dead. I'm looking at him now."
"What?" Annabeth repeated.
"And there's a photograph tucked into his pocket."
"What?" Annabeth said.
"Do you have any other words in your vocabulary?"
"Yes." Annabeth retorted. "I have several words I could use, but I'll keep them to myself. I will be there in a few."
Linh held a photograph, a bit faded, that clearly shows Edgar pointing a gun at his brother, Ether. On the back, the photo says "September, 2003."
"Mr. Evans gave me that photo." Linh turned to see Sayori speaking to her. "But that's all I know. I lost it months ago." And she disappeared into the crowd.
Others milled around. Many were making decisions about their futures while gazing at one of the brothers. Thoughts of moving out, moving on, getting a new job, wife, husband, partner.-anything new, any kind of change they felt would make a difference. The sharpe sound of someone screaming from one of the towers' rooftop brought them out of their musings. All looked up, toward the building top.
You should write your last blog including "the day started with" (again) and react to the scene above. Your final blog should concluded your character but realizing that things have a way of repeating themselves.
Due May 1st
