Della

The Aftermath

*recap*
She would not let him live. I could tell by the way she stared at him with so much anger, so much hatred in her eyes. "I'm sorry. Just take one for the team this time." I whispered as I watched her entrap him with her shadows. I heard his agonizing screams. He was scared of the darkness that was covering his trembling body. The shadows whispering sweet nothings into his big ears. ••••

*Kimberly p.o.v*
"Detective Shay!" I heard my partner yell across the room. I stopped dead in my tracks and plastered on a smile then turned around swiftly. I stood there observing my clumsy partner. He was about 6'2. He is a head taller than me. So not fair. He also has dark brown hair with brifht green eyes except one has a slight blue tint to it. "...but anyway I was wondering if we could talk a little more about this over dinner?" He asked me as I was just tuning back into reality. "What? I'm sorry I was just..thinking about the case!" I said a little to loudly. "That's what I was talking about" he said to me like I was insane. "Dinner? Sure why not." I said in a completely sarcastic tone. My mind wandered back to our extrodinary case. Murder. A family torn or I should say cut to pieces. Everything cut up. Except for one single body part. The hands. For some strange reason this killer liked to keep the hands intact. The hands were closed together holding a single black rose. Bizzar is what it is.

After the awkward dinner with my partner, I went home. It was time to call it a night. As soon as I got home I parked my lil car in the drive. My house wasn't small but it wasn't huge. It had three bedrooms, two bath, and of course a kitchen and a dinning room, and my favorite open concept living room. I walked in and flicked on the light switch to the right of my entry way door. I had a semi long hallway that led straight into my living room. I took off my trench coat and hung it on the coat rack. I was done for the day. I made my way through my dark house. Yes, I did stub my pinky toe on the stupid door frame. I flicked on the light switch to my room. Ugh I really need to clean. I went over to my tall dresser and opened uo my third drawer and pulled out my older brothers shirt that went down to my knees. I know so cliché. I can't help it.

As I finished my nightly routine I heard a knock on the door. Who would be knocking on my door at eleven o'clock at night. I quietly walked over to my dresser and opened the first drawer pulling out a revolver. They knocked again only louder this time. I snuck up to the wood door and peeked through the peep hole. What I saw was a gruesome sight to see. It was a woman standing there with burnt charred clothes. Her flesh barley hanging on and cuts all along her wrists and legs. Blood was every where.

I opened up the door quickly and pulled her in. "What happened? Are you okay? I'm calling 911 now." I picked up my phone sitting on the table beside the door. I quickly dialed the number. "Stay right here!" I told her. I darted to my bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

*911- "911 What's your emergency?

*me- yes there is a badly hurt woman here, she is covered in burns and scratches.

*911- "Okay ma'am. Where are you located at?"

*me- "51 st and memorial drive, south, top floor. Please hurry."

I hung up the phone, and out it down on the table. I heard a faint whisper coming from her as I tended to her. "What?" I stated as I leaned into her a bit more. Her lips trembling. Her red splotchey eyes looked as if they were looking into my very soul. "She's here." Is all she said before she closed her eyes and went limp on the wall in the hallway, and the faint sound of emergency vehicles could be heard in the background.

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WhoSaysImInsane & Deamon512