The Siren

The Police

"Sargent Leon, it's important." She looked at the officer standing in her doorway.
"What could possibly be so important that you had to interrupt my mountain of paperwork, officer Luis?"
"There's... There's been another murder," he said, stuttering. She slammed her fist on the desk, making Luis jump.
"This is the third friggen murder in two weeks! What is happening to this city?" Luis just looked at her, afraid to speak.
"Here's the file, ma'am."
"Thanks, Luis. I'll review it, and we'll set up a game plan. We need to stop this psycho before it gets any worse." She rose from her desk, grabbing the file from Luis. He closed the door as he walked out. She opened the file, staring at the picture. Fifteen stab wounds from a screwdriver. Most to the abdoman, some to the neck hitting vital arteries.
"That poor kid," she said to herself. The kid was twenty years old. His second year of college, getting a degree in psychology. He still had his whole life ahead of him. Sargent Leon walked into the conference room, standing before a group of officers, her team.
"Okay guys, this is the third murder in two weeks. All the victims have been young college students. All murdered brutally. There is no question we're looking for a female. Probably around the same age as these boys. It's safe to assume that these murders happen at night in isolated places where people are less likely to see or hear anything. I know this is going to get tiring, but for the next few nights, we will all be patrolling the city, especially alleyways. We are not going to let another murder happen." Sargent Leon pinned the pictures of each victim on the cork board that sat in the conference room. She wrote down similarities on the white board positioned right next to it.

Victims:
-Adam Murray
19 years old
Blunt force trauma to the head
Stabbed multiple times with knife
-Brandon bushe
22 years old
Blunt force trauma to the head
Stabbed multiple times with garden sheers
-Connor Lenoway
20 years old
Blunt force trauma to the head
Stabbed multiple times with screwdriver

Sargent Leon stared at the boards. They all had blunt force trauma to the head, but different types of breaks, fractures, and bleeding. All were stabbed multiple times, but always with a different instrument. Sargent Leon started writing again.

Suspect believed to be famale.
Uses force to knock victims unconscious.
Small build- assumed.

Officer Luis walked into the room.
"Again, I wanted to apologize for earlier. I'm still getting the hang of this police thing. Sargent Leon cracked a smile, nodding at him.
"No worries, Luis. It happens. We all need to learn some how. Anyway, this case is actually important now. Especially if it's the same person.

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Abby rolled out of bed, looking at the clock. Seven in the dot. She got out of bed, heading for the bathroom. This was all part of her routine. She always woke up at seven, she always went to Java Bean for the same coffee, she was always bugged by Nico. Usually she had free time in the middle of the day to do whatever before she went on the hunt. The thing was, she didn't have to hunt every night, especially now that she had Sean. He was keeping her mind off of it. She didn't feel the urge as bad now ever since she the night of the party. Abby got out of the shower, doing her usual thing. Dry off, out clothes on, did hair and makeup, and grabbed a muffin. She went back into her room, sitting on her bed and grabbed her phone. She checked her blog. It had blown up. People were liking her posts, reblogging them, and posting comments. She couldn't help but feel sorry for these people. She wondered, were all these people infected with this awful curse, or did they just find her posts funny, and laughed at her? As Abby thought about it, she pulled out her laptop.

Greetings.
I know I haven't posted recently. I've had a lot going on. There have been a lot of murders in my city recently. The news is blowing up. I've been trying to lay low. I guess by now you've all been able to figure out this urge is that I get. I can't help it. It hasn't been as bad since I met this boy. He takes my mind off of it. I haven't hurt anybody since the night of the party. It actually feels really good to be able to dedicate myself to something more than killing. Whoaaaaa, yeah I said it. You caught me red handed. I hope this doesn't change how you beautiful people view me. As I've said before, I created this blog to help people who face the same struggle that I do. Now, I'm not like most serial killers. Well, I guess that's a lie. I can't think of any way I'm different then them. Maybe I have mental issues. At this point, I want to get caught. I want to turn myself in. I can't keep living like this. If any of you are going through what I am, you understand the struggle.
For now my loves.
Xoxo
-Abby
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