12 kwietnia 2022r. w Liceum Ogólnokształcącym Nr III we Wrocławiu odbył się finał konkursu literackiego w języku angielskim „Being…Agatha Christie” .
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Veins with no blood
It wasn’t his first case and surely it wasn’t his first dead body. But this time was different. This time he had known the victim personally. The old lady, Miss Robinson, had been his neighbor since he moved to Shaftesbury. And there she was, laying lifeless on the street with a parched corpse, like someone had her blood sucked out from her veins. It has happened several times before. Actually, the police have been looking after the blood-sucking criminal for almost a year now and still without any clue who they might be. “You’re not very optimistic about it, are you?”, asked a sudden voice behind his ear. “Jesus, Kathrin.”, shouted William. “What? Did I scare you again?”, she giggled, showing her perfect, white teeth. Harris couldn’t help but look at her full lips, red as an old, expensive vine. He had a thing for her since they first met. He still believes Kathrin feels the same way about him and now he is just waiting for a good moment to ask her out on a date. “So, what do we have?” “Practically nothing, as usual. I am getting tired of this case. There is no footsteps, no fingerprint, no nothing! What are we supposed to do with nothing?” “Give it a time Will. This might not be the easiest case but I am sure we will solve it.” William wanted to believe her. Oh, how badly he wanted to believe her. But at this point, he was slowly losing hope to ever uncover those mysterious murders. Looking at the files he couldn’t concentrate. Even two big cups of coffee and a pack of cigarettes haven’t helped him with this task. As he expected, there was nothing to hold onto. It was just too much for him. He has never had any case unsolved. Never in his entire life. He was a perfect detective, some could say. But right now, he started to get used to the thought of failure. And he really does not like to fail. He MUST NOT fail! Then, suddenly and completely out of the blue, something hit him. These crimes were perfect. Without any clues, witnesses, and mistakes. Crimes like this are not committed by regular people. This has to be somebody who knew exactly what they were doing. Somebody who knows how police and crime-solving works, from the inside. Since he realized that, everything started to move unexpectedly fast. In the blink of the eye, he was running down the hallway to the morgue. Looking at every single part of the body, finally, at the tip of the conch of the ear, he found something they missed earlier. A single drop of gasoline. His discovery surprised him. Even more surprising was its smell, not common for this type of substance, but William has known it very well. It was the 81 octane leaded fuel, recalled two years ago from ubiquitous use. Harrison used to fuel his own car with it. That is why he knew the only place where it is still sold. Without hesitation, he grabbed the keys and within twenty minutes he was already outside Bernard’s Automobile Workshop. “Detective William Harrison. I’ve got a few questions.”, he greeted a middle-aged guy in the workshop, Bernard, as he walked in. “Do you use the gasoline Pb 81?” “No, not anymore, we ran out of it two months ago.”, answered a man in shock. “Even if we didn’t, I guess we would throw this crap out. It’s not profitable anymore.”, he hesitated for a while. “Why are you asking?” “Do you have any of it still here or anywhere else?”, Harrison ignored his question. “Actually, we do, in my old workshop, at the north suburbs behind Barton Hill Car Park. I was planning to go there and clean up a little. Well, I have to admit, I haven’t been there for a year or two.” Detective Harrison didn’t need anything more. Before he could even think, he was at the place Bernard has told him. As he broke the door open, he saw something, he hasn’t imagined in the darkest nightmares. Right in front of him was a giant beast, ten feet tall, as thin as a rake and its bones were seen under the paper-white skin. It was viciously consuming something that probably used to be an animal. William was horrified when he looked at its head. Kathrin! His partner Kathrin. Beautiful woman Kathrin! Why the bl*ody h*ll is the monster looking like his beautiful Kathrin?! But she wasn’t as beautiful as he remembered. Her face was disfigured in every possible direction with deep, bloody holes in it. She had sharp, triangle teeth, all covered in blood. Suddenly she turned her head facing the detective. Harrison felt shivers down his spine. “Hello Willy.”, growled the creature but in a very deep, masculine voice, shooting through the whole body. Harrison was never that terrified. “Would you have some?” “It was you! All this time it was you! I trusted you! I… I loved you! And what, you are some kind of mutated vampire?”, his voice was trembling, almost as much as his legs. Kathrin burst of wicked laughter. “Vampire. Pathetic. I am something much more powerful than a vampire. And now I am going to show you what I am capable of.” What happened next was simply frightening. The creature fell upon the detective. William knocked down an oil drum nearby and seconds before he started to run, threw a turned-on lighter on the substance. This way he cut off the beast from the exit and escaped the building himself. In just a few minutes the whole garage exploded, as well as a monster inside it. Harrison was breathing heavily lying on the ground. “Finally, it's over”, he whispered to himself in relief, “Never again should I come back to this case”.