Clutching her handbag, she pulled out a sharp strip of steel. The knife flew towards Samuel Devlyn’s chest, piercing his skin, and tears fell from his eyes. Maribel slashed at his body repeatedly.
The ferris wheel had stopped halfway up to load some more passengers. Maribel wiped her hands on the boy’s shirt, and let him fall.
Down below, a group of curious people gathered around the tragedy as sirens echoed throughout the carnival. The nine-year old boy’s body lay on the cold earth, lifeless. There was no reason why an innocent boy should die.
A large police officer shoved his way through the crowd. “This ain’t a pretty sight…â€?
“Officer?â€? Maribel said, her face full of unnoticeably fake sorrow as she emerged from the crowd in a blue jacket she had picked up off a bench to hide any blood. She looked down at the body and covered her mouth to hide her toothy Cheshire smile. “… he’s my brother.â€?
The police officer looked at her gravely, “I’m sorry… who ever did this will be caught.”
“I don’t think so.”