Apr 3, 2011

WANTED



« Amanda Clark, twenty-eight years old, American Citizen and famous writer, died of an overdose on January 11th 2012 in her house in South Kensington, London. »

Six months ago:

-Fluffy, I'm leaving, I'll be back soon!

On that day, Amanda Clark met Todd Bowser. He was charming, she was beautiful. He was a surgeon, she was a famous writer. She felt in love with him, he just wanted to take advantage of her. Three months later, they were living together, they were engaged then married. One day, in the bathroom he stole a hair from her brush and took some saliva from her tooth brush. Then, he put these samples in small plastic bag while the cat was watching. At this exact moment, in the living room, Amanda Clark had an idea for her latest novel. She instantly started to write the beginning of her new story. Then she read it out loud to her husband. He loved it. So did the cat.

Three months later, her new novel “WANTED” was published. The résumé was short but not that easy to understand: « They came ». All around the world, people were waiting outside bookstores for the book’s release at midnight. The event was even more spectacular than the release of the last chapter of Harry Potter or Twilight. TV channels like BBC, CNN and many others were asking the same question: « Who came? ». Amanda Clark was watching the count-down on her gigantic plasma TV with her cat. 10, 9, 8. Somebody has been kidnapped. 7, 6. People were knocking violently on the bookstores’ doors. 5, 4. Someone in the crowd heard a gunshot. 3, 2, 1. Bookstores were opening their doors.

The next morning, all of London's streets were silent. The city turned into the first giant library ever. Everybody was reading WANTED. Everybody, except Todd. He was too busy trying to manufacture a clone of Amanda with her DNA stolen in their bathroom. Todd was very intelligent and curious. He always loved genetics and he dream about being the first man to clone a human being. That's why he married Amanda:  she matched all of his criteria. She was tall, young, fit, generous, talented and very intelligent.
Few days after the book’s release, police came to Amanda Clark's house and accused her of murder. A man called Jack Braverman was killed the night before and they found her DNA on the crime scene. They arrested her. Chocked and puzzled, she was thinking about what happened to her, lying on her jail's bed.

A couple of hours later, she escaped thanks to her cat Fluffy who fooled the guard and brought her the keys. Then, in the middle of the night, she ran away to Paris. Relieved, she had a good night sleep in a Ritz hotel room.
The following morning:

-Officier Olivier, un meurtre a été commis au 11 Boulevard Flandrin.

Charles Carmichael was shot in the head the night before, near midnight. On the crime scene, Officer Olivier found a long hair in the corpse's hand. After the DNA research results, Amanda Clark was WANTED.

At the same time, in her luxurious hotel room, the woman was crying and asking herself why Todd didn't look for her or show up.

In London the situation was more complicated. The police found in Victoria Station's database her train ticket to Paris. Immediately, English police called French Police to tell them that Amanda Clark was on their territory. Then English police was advertised that she had already committed a murder in Paris.

Todd wasn't answering to any of her many phone calls. So, assuming the consequences of her acts, she got back home. Once in her flat, she found it empty. It took her more than five seconds to realize that Todd was gone. She started to cry and to scream. She went to the bathroom and took every pill she could see. She walked slowly to her bedroom; she lied on her bed and decided to let herself go to an endless sleep.

But one week later, another person was killed. Rome, Berlin, Luxembourg, Vienna and in every European capital, a murder happened. The weirdness in this whole story is that murders were all perpetrated the same day at midnight. Police of each country found Amanda Clark’s DNA on the crime scenes. 

By :
Yassine ABDENNADHER, Alya ANNABI, Théo ARNONE, Maryam ALAOUI SOLAIMANI

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