Date: September 17, 1966
Boardline Express - NewYork to Canada
A peaceful bus ride turned into a horror show yesterday when a city transport bus was hijacked by an unknown man, leaving passengers in fear, three people dead, and many mentally shaken.
According to police, the bus was filled with students, families, and office workers when the incident took place on Highway Route 84 at around 4:35 PM. What began as a normal ride soon changed into a terrifying scene after a man, later identified as Jacob, suddenly attacked people onboard.
> "It was like watching a nightmare happen in front of our eyes," said Evelyn Monroe, one of the survivors and a brave woman who tried to stop Jacob.
Jacob wasn't alone. A young woman, believed to be working with him, was also found unconscious inside the bus. Reports say both were heavily trained and carried weapons, including a jamming device that blocked phones and stopped passengers from calling for help.
One of the young heroes, Ethan, stepped forward to save everyone. He fought bravely, along with other male passengers, but sadly lost his life while trying to stop Jacob. His actions will be remembered by all.
> "Ethan was like a lion. He gave his everything for us," another survivor shared with teary eyes.
The situation got even worse when Evelyn tried to stop Jacob using a gun she found from their own hidden stash. But Jacob tricked her, took the gun, and shot Ethan. Panic filled the bus. People screamed. The driver hit the brakes. Outside, police cars were already waiting.
But Jacob broke the window, jumped out, and ran off the highway — before finally being taken away by three unknown men in a black jeep. The police are still looking for him.
Three bodies were recovered:
A tall man who helped the passengers but died due to injuries.
The young woman with Jacob, believed to be part of the crime.
Ethan, the real-life hero of the day.
Miss Evelyn helped police identify the victims and is now being treated for minor injuries. She is also helping the authorities with full details of what happened.
Police say:
> "We are still after the people who took Jacob. He must be found. We will not stop until justice is served."
Mental health experts have been sent to support the victims. Many of them are still under trauma and fear.
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I've seen many crime scenes. I've read hundreds of reports. But this... this one felt personal. A city bus full of innocent people turned into a battlefield. A boy became a hero. A girl became a shield. And a man named Jacob — still a mystery.
We will keep digging.
Until the full truth comes out.
Stay with The American Sentinel for more updates.
Gabriel Knox
Senior Investigative Reporter
The American Sentinel
1197 Oakridge Lane, Midtown, New York, NY 10001
At Ethan's Funeral
The sky looked heavy that day, as if even the clouds were crying.
Evelyn sat quietly in the car, her hands cold and heart pounding. The funeral place was right in front of her. People were already gathering, and a soft sound of crying could be heard.
She looked out the window… then quickly looked away.
"I-I don't know how to do this," she whispered.
"I don't know how I'm going to face his parents…"
James, sitting beside her, gently handed her a small bouquet of white flowers.
He didn't speak fast. He didn't speak loud. Just clear and calm.
"It's not your fault," he said softly.
"But for his parents, this is the biggest pain of their life. They raised him, loved him… and now he's gone."
He paused for a second, then added,
"That's why they'll need someone strong beside them today. Someone who was with him till the very end. Maybe… you're the only one who can give them the peace they need."
Evelyn nodded slowly.
Every word hit her deep.
She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes, and finally stepped out of the car.
As she walked inside the funeral place, her steps felt heavy.
But her heart — heavier.
People were sitting quietly. Some were crying. Some just staring at the floor. The smell of fresh flowers filled the air.
Evelyn slowly moved forward and placed the bouquet gently in front of Ethan's photo. His smiling face stared back at her from the frame.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Her voice barely made a sound.
Then she turned.
Ethan's mother was standing near the wall, holding onto her husband's arm. Her eyes looked tired. Her cheeks were pale. She looked like someone who had cried more than a thousand tears already.
Evelyn walked towards her. She didn't think twice. She just… moved.
She stood close, reached out, and held her hand.
"I'm… I'm truly sorry for your loss," Evelyn said, her voice shaking. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Ethan's mom looked at her. Her eyes filled with pain… but also something else. Something quiet. A deep sadness that no one could ever fully understand.
"He was so young…" she said.
"And now… he's gone."
And just like that — she broke down again.
Her body shook. Her hand gripped Evelyn's tightly.
The place went quiet.
Not the kind of peaceful quiet — but the kind that cuts the air.
Everyone could feel it.
That deep, stabbing silence of a mother crying for her son.
And Evelyn…
She just stood there. Holding her hand.
Holding the weight of that moment in her heart.
Ethan's mother wiped her tears slowly.
She took a deep breath and tried to be calm.
Her husband gently placed his hand on her shoulder, supporting her without saying much.
After a moment, she controlled her emotions and stood still.
Evelyn, who was also crying quietly, looked at her.
Seeing Ethan's mother holding herself strong gave Evelyn some strength too.
She wiped her own tears and stepped forward.
"I'm Evelyn Monroe," she said softly.
"I was the senior journalist who was guiding Ethan… on his last project."
Ethan's parents looked at her.
His mother didn't say anything.
She just turned away and slowly walked to the other side of the room.
But Ethan's father stayed.
"I'm sorry," he said gently.
"She's in shock. That's why she didn't speak."
"It's okay," Evelyn replied, nodding.
She understood how much pain his mother must be feeling.
But something was building inside Evelyn.
She had to say it — something that was sitting heavy in her heart.
"I… I want to tell you something, sir," she said, her voice a little shaky.
"Yes, go ahead," Ethan's father said calmly.
She took a deep breath.
Then spoke all at once, as if holding it in too long.
"Your son… he was amazing. We are all thankful to him.
Even in the worst moment, he stood up.
He became our leader when we were lost.
He gave us hope.
And I was right next to him…
But I… I couldn't save him."
She looked down. Her hands were shaking.
"I'm really sorry, sir…
I'm so sorry…"
There was a moment of silence.
Then Ethan's father gave a small smile.
"I never knew… my boy was that strong," he said.
"We gave him a comfortable life. A soft life.
And now… he turned out to be a warrior."
He looked proud.
Like something lit up inside him.
"He's just like his grandfather," he added, his voice soft but full of pride.
"A strong heart. A brave soul."
Evelyn looked at him.
His words touched her deeply.
And for the first time since the incident…
She felt a little peace in her heart.
She had said what she needed to say.
She had faced the family of the boy who gave everything.
And now… she knew,
Ethan would never be forgotten.