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Willem de Kooning 1949 ___
BREE Mallory was in the wrong time and the wrong place.
She wasn't predicted, neither expected, just carelessly taken care of, as weed getting rid from a flawless garden.
But perphaps it wasn't perfect. No, she might've stepped on it. Messed with the grass, pulled some strings apart, accidentaly. And that accident cost her life.
A girl aware of her beauty and the beauty of the city that surrounded her. Always had a camera in her hands. Capture it, remember it, keep it.
Captured something she didn't. The killer.
Could it have been Nicholas Boyle? Or an unknown copycat in the shadows? Someone similar to the mysterious Chesapeak Ripper, or maybe himself.
Whoever it was, didn't want to let her escape. Capture it. She was a risk he couldn't afford. Let his previous victim go and went after her, fearless, calm, precisive.
Reached her at the store, said something while she spoke on the phone with Alice, but unable to know what message could've been, causing Bree anxiety and an unlikely final sentence: "See you soon, little ladybug".
She left the store, probably threatned by a hidden weapon he contained under a large coat, invisible to any cashier's eyes.
Followed her until a certain area, she could've tried to run but he knew it better than her, thought faster than her, until cornering Bree Mallory into that dark alley that smelled like rotten cheese and tears.
The following details certainly doesn't matter much, not relevant to investigation, but she probably begged for her life, asked for mercy, gave him the phone in exchange to survive.
But he was cruel. He wouldn't forgive her.
He saw her as an obstacle, an animal, as mere nothing.
Texted Alice for despair, probably just to avoid suspecicions, didn't even know who she was. He didn't care about it, he didn't see who he killed as a person, couldn't tell the difference between her and a simple bug.
Took her organs as someone shopping at a grocery store, placed stabs through her chest in a way to imitate hobbs or simply to mock her.
In the end, left her body there, as a trash bag, so she would know her place.
"That's my design."
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"What happened the day your sister died?"
"It was a normal day." She spoke casually. "I woke up, made breakfest for everybody, took Colin and Bree to school, since she worked there, and went to the restaurant."
