The Dare (13 page)

Authors: R.L. Stine

chapter 31

“H
eyâhe's still alive!” one of the officers bent over Mr. Northwood declared.

“Get an ambulance unit,” his partner instructed. “He's lost a lot of blood, but he's hanging on. He can make it if they hurry.”

Mr. Northwood wasn't dead!

The good news made my heart jump as the officer droned on, reciting my rights.

“My mother,” I murmured, struggling to think clearly. “My mother is at work.”

“We'll get your mother,” the officer holding my arms said in a low, gruff voice. “And you'll need a good attorney, miss. Even if the guy lives, you're in a lot of serious trouble. Assault with a deadly weapon. Intent to kill.”

“But I didn'tâ” I choked off my words with a defeated sob.

There was no way they would believe me.

Caitlin and Dennis had seen to that.

I could deny my guilt forever, but no one would ever listen.

The whole school knew that I was going to shoot Mr. Northwood. There were a hundred witnesses who could tell the police about the bets on whether or not I would do it.

Besides, the police didn't even need other witnesses.

They had caught me with the gun, the gun that had shot Mr. Northwood.

No one would believe I was innocent. No one.

The officer started to drag me to the police cruisers. I glanced back to see Caitlin crying her eyes out. Dennis had his arms around her, comforting her.

“Why did she shoot him? Why?” I heard Caitlin mumble through her tears.

Quite a performance.

The officer had pulled me to the driveway when we heard the other policeman's surprised cry. “Hey, Waltâcome back here! Take a look at this!”

He turned me roughly around and pulled me back toward the woodpile. Dennis was still comforting Caitlin. Two officers were staring at something in their partner's hand.

“I pulled this from the victim's coat pocket,” the officer said. He held up Mr. Northwood's tiny cassette recorder.

“So what?” another officer demanded.

“It's on. It's recording,” his partner replied. “I'll bet we have the whole shooting on tape here.”

Caitlin abruptly stopped crying. She and Dennis
stared in silent horror as the policeman pushed a button and started to rewind the cassette in the tiny recorder.

“I don't believe this!” one of the officers exclaimed.

We heard jabbering backward voices at high speed. Then the officer pushed another button, and we heard Dennis say,
“It was all a dare. Caitlin dared me to let you take care of our Northwood problem.”

No one moved. No one breathed.

“Turn it off!” Caitlin shrieked. She made a grab for the tape player. But an officer pulled her back by the waist.

Dennis let out a defeated sigh and lowered his head. Caitlin struggled to get to the recorder, but the officer held on firmly.

“You shot him,”
I heard myself say through the tiny tape player speaker.
“You killed him. Why?”

And then we all listened to Dennis's confession:
“I thought you might wimp out. I couldn't take that chance. So I did it. But the police will think you did it. Everyone will think you did it.”

An officer moved to grab Dennis. But Dennis made no attempt to run. He stood with his head bowed, his black hair falling down over his face.

âThe charge will be assault with intent to kill,” an officer was saying.

Caitlin was crying for real now. A policeman recited her rights to her in a low monotone.

I heard a loud siren out front. I knew it was the ambulance for Mr. Northwood.

The officer let go of my arms. He apologized. “We'll
need your statement, but you can give it later,” he said softly.

He gestured to Dennis and Caitlin and frowned. “Some friends you got,” he said sarcastically. “I never heard of anything like this. What was that he was saying on the tape about a dare?”

I watched the officers guide Dennis and Caitlin to the police cruisers. Caitlin was sobbing loudly. Dennis walked with his head bowed.

“The dare? It was all just a fantasy,” I told him. “Just a crazy fantasy that got too real.”

I turned away from the flashing red lights and hurried to my house.

About the Author

“Where do you get your ideas?”

That's the question that R.L. Stine is asked most often. “I don't know where my ideas come from,” he says. “But I do know that I have a lot more scary stories in my mind that I can't wait to write.”

So far, he has written over a hundred mysteries and thrillers for young people, all of them best-sellers.

Bob grew up in Columbus, Ohio. Today he lives in an apartment near Central Park in New York City with his wife, Jane.

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