Authors: Bethany Walkers
Chapter Thirty Two
A shopping centre on fire … and Jazz’s musical
Adam gasped. Jazz came running back.
The first thing that crossed his mind was that there were people inside. He thought of going inside the shopping centre and looking for some people in an aid to rescue them, but the extreme heat that was coming out the shopping centre thwarted him instantly. He could not go further than being a good hundred feet away from the shopping centre. It was excruciatingly hot and he almost felt his eyebrows burn. He was still very worried.
Not knowing what to do, Jazz ran around, screaming. Adam watched through the window as a crash brought down the ceiling of the shopping centre, bringing the whole roof down with a loud crash. Jazz picked up the phone as Adan saw a bellow of ash and smoke rise out of the building. It was mildly relieving to Jazz to find out that her friends Amber and Gina had decided to go out for dinner and none of them were inside the shopping centre.
Soon, the firefighters arrived and looked at the full-blown inferno in front of them. The fire had gotten quite out of control now as the whole shopping centre was on fire, but many people had managed to escape. The firefighters evacuated the street and told everyone to go inside their houses. Jazz had no choice but to retreat to his room where he could see, feel, and hear the shopping centre burn down. In a few minutes, after the firefighters managed to rescue as many people as they could that were still left in there, the shopping centre had been reduced to a pile of rubble, ashes, and smoldering wood and items. There was a very putrid smell that took over the whole neighborhood, like a bad barbeque party gone horribly wrong.
“Well …” was all Jazz could manage. She stared at the panicking Adam. “Come here.” She took his arm as they walked away.
Adam had lost his memory once more.
***
Jazz was going to be performing her dance routine in front of a full audience of people. There was a café at by the studio as well. Adam was of course invited to see her.
Adam was sipping at some sugar-free tea before the performance. Jazz went over to talk to him.
“Hi sir,” Jazz said. “I hope you’ll like my dancing. I’ve had loads of practise, but I think I might get stage fright.” Jazz tried her best to be modest.
“You’ll be fine,” Adam reassured.
“Well, before I get going, please can you tell me more about your fifteen minute short term memory loss, or would you rather not? Because my project’s due in a couple of weeks.” Jazz decided to try and push her luck.
“I really am not in the mood,” Adam apologized gruffly. “Maybe some other time.”
“Of course, sir,” Jazz smiled, but then Gina and Amber had come to ushered her to the stage.
Jazz was wearing a glittery cropped pink top and a short pink skirt. She had over-done her make-up but she had also curled her hair.
“Bye, sir,” Jazz called, as she walked onto the stage. Adam went to join the audience.
First an announcer began a speech.
“HELLO EVERYONE!” he shouted into the microphone.
“Hello,” everyone yelled back.
“Well, today’s a special day, with a special star girl performing – Jazz!”
He continued his speech.
Chapter Thirty Three
Seeing the enemy after years
“Well, today, we also have a special guest. His name is Joshua Toft, a special friend of Jazz’s. He’s won many awards in speech association, and he’s also been to many performances, promoting them or sponsoring them. Give him a big round of applause!”
Joshua was Adam’s worst enemy. If you want to know why, you will just have to find out as you read on.
Joshua came inside the massive hall. He was wearing a black cap for this special event, which covered his baldness at the scalp. He had a big, ugly, cheesy grin plastered on his face. He took a seat with some of the other VIP guests, and Jazz came on stage, looking incredibly beautiful.
Everyone broke into applause. Jazz began to sing and dance to a song called
Impossible
by James Arthur. It was a heartbreaking song about losing love.
I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did
And you were strong and I was not
My illusion, my mistake
I was careless, I forgot
I did
And now when all is done
There is nothing to say
You have gone and so effortlessly
You have won
You can go ahead tell them
Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the roof tops
Write it on the sky line
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible, impossible
Impossible, impossible
Falling out of love is hard
Falling for betrayal is worse
Broken trust and broken hearts
I know, I know...
Thinking all you need is there
Building faith on love and words
Empty promises will wear
I know, I know...
And now when all is done
There is nothing to say
And if you're done with embarrassing me
On your own you can go ahead tell them
Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the roof tops
Write it on the sky line
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible, impossible
Impossible, impossible
I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did
Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the roof tops
Write it on the sky line
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hoped would be
Impossible, impossible
Impossible, impossible
Impossible, impossible
Impossible, impossible
She continued to sing, swaying her hips to the music, but occasionally gulping for air because she was so nervous.
Joshua Toft started clapping and singing along with her. A great many people started singing along. Adam raised his eyebrows, not finding the song very appealing to sing along to.
When Jazz finished, Joshua was called to the stage to give a speech.
“It really is a pleasure to be here,” he said, “seeing Jazz perform so well. I am most grateful for this opportunity. She looks very stunning tonight, as many men in the audience would agree with me.” He paused. Jazz blushed deeply, and many boys in the crowd began wolf-whistling at her. “It’s not an easy thing to do, going up on a stage in front of so many people, but Jazz has just nailed it. Well done Jazz. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
Joshua Toft continued his speech for about fifteen minutes. Adam was just there, a look of disgust drawn on his face. He took a photo of Joshua, to remember him and keep it for future reference.
Chapter Thirty Four
Murdering the suspicious people
Joshua Toft was at his house. He hadn’t seen Adam in the crowd at the time of the performance, but he had a bad feeling about what was going to happen. Something didn’t feel right to him when he went to see Jazz’s dance routine. When he went up on to the stage, he felt that someone was watching him. but he couldn’t quite figure out who it was.
There was someone that he truly despised of in his past. That person hated Josh because Josh stole from his business and conned him out of money. But Josh still couldn’t figure out who that was ...
Joshua ordered his friends to kill every single one of his enemies. His enemies included a journalist who kept on pestering and annoying him through one of his meetings, a strange looking man on the street who was staring at him, and more. Josh showed no mercy. Even if he had the slightest doubt upon someone, he would murder them one way or another.
His friends always had to listen to his commands, so they went round killing every single one of them, either with a knife, gun or dagger.
After all this happened, Joshua Toft still wasn’t satisfied. He lay with his head in his hands, sitting on his sofa.
“Why are you still so unsure?” asked one of his friends. “We’ve killed every one of them that we know about.”
“No. There’s still one more left, but I can’t think of who he is. But believe me, he’s trouble.” Joshua Toft still couldn’t figure out who it was.
“But Joshua, who is this man you’re still so worried about?” his friend pestered.
“I don’t know, but trust me, I’m going to find out.”
“How, exactly?”
“SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING LITTLE BASTARD, OR I’LL KILL YOU AS WELL!” Joshua Toft shouted.
“Didn’t mean to offend you sir. But still, how are you going to do this?” His friend just couldn’t stop asking these questions.
“I don’t know yet, but sure as always; I’m going to find out how.”
Chapter Thirty Five
Explaining the story
Jazz was at Gina’s house. She was about to leave. She gave Gina and Amber a hug before she did so.
Then she decided to go to Joshua Toft’s house, to tell him about Adam Attenborough. She’d seen his display of photos, and she was sure as sure could be that one of the photos was a picture of Joshua Toft. Underneath, it had written: ‘MUST KILL’.
When she arrived at Joshua Toft’s house, she had to speak into a speaker at the gate, because there was so much security.
“I am Jazz, Joshua Toft’s friend,” she said into it.
The gates opened at once. She was welcomed into the living room, where Joshua Toft was sitting.
“Hello, Jazz. What brings you here?” Joshua Toft asked politely. He wasn’t at all a polite person, though. He was a murderer.
“I wanted to talk to you about something very important.” Jazz didn’t know how to compose herself.
“Why exactly is it important, may I ask?”
“It’s about a man named Adam Attenborough. He suffers from a fifteen minute short term memory loss.”
Josh opened his eyes, wide. The name Adam Attenborough rung a bell in his mind. “What’s your profession, seeing as you’re studying about him?”
“I’m a medical student,” Jazz said, showing her badge proudly. “Look, I need to run through this quickly. Basically, Adam’s planning on killing you. I saw all sorts of evidence in this matter, when I went to his apartment.”
“I see,” Joshua Toft said, stroking his moustache.
“He had a noticeboard. I was horrified when I saw it. Well, that’s all I have to say. Now I really have to go.”
“Sure thing.”
Jazz left.
Joshua Toft’s friends gathered around.
“Why are you looking so pleased, Joshua?” they asked him simultaneously, their bloodshot eyes staring at their master’s face.
“Don’t you see? I’ve found my last enemy. Adam Attenborough, the scruff of memory loss. Thank fucking hell, I finally know who’s left to kill!”