A/N before beginning. This story may contain strong descriptions of violence and will include swearing. This is also a story about homicide, so if you are not comfortable with that subject, then this is not for you. This is the first story I've written in this genre, so if you have any advice, leave a comment please, it always helps. Also the chapters may be short, but I will try to update as often as I can. Anyways, I hope you enjoy : )
-WishfulStories
Chapter One
12:30 A.M., Barry Owens' home.
June 29th, 2015
There was so much to do. She had to do this quickly and quietly.
It would be easy, just a simple tweak of the lock, some sneaking, and the job would be done. Her boss would be proud. The cat that prowled the house might prove to be a problem, but she was confident that she could face whatever obstructed her from her goal.
Always wear gloves, check. The custom fit gloves enclosed her identity. Never trust anyone, check. Her "partner" lay dead at her feet.
Now, back to the house. The wooden floors in the house would surely creak, but there was nothing she could do about that. A blade, sliding out of the sheath, the cruel glint of metal shining in the moonlight. A movement of the arm, a hissing sound, and the job was completed. A thud on the floor, and there was not a soul in sight; other than a very confused cat.
11:45 A.M., Lincoln School of Education (LSE)
June 30th, 2015
"Did you hear about the murder last night? I hear they're still trying to identify the body," the question came from Kai Hunt, an average tenth grade "nerd". But you wouldn't know this from your first glance at him. With impeccable facial features, short brown hair, naturally tan skin, a body like Captain America, and honey colored golden eyes, he physically looked like your average jock. His report card told a different story. Instead of having his grades be low because of his desire to excel in sports, his grades consisted of nothing lower than an A-.
"Yeah, my mom told me about it," a reply from Hannah Springs, the star of the LSE volleyball team. She was Kai's best friend. Blonde hair, green eyes, pale skin and in great shape, she embodied the spirit of the team. She and Kai had been best friends since they met in 2nd grade, and they were both sophomores now. Ever since he moved to North Carolina from Hawaii, they had been inseparable.
"What'd she tell you?" Kai asked. They were eating lunch in the cafeteria.
"Well she couldn't say much, but she did say that this one was even more gruesome than the others." Hannah's mom was a highly respected homicide detective.
"So, the killer didn't just feel contented carving a word onto his or her victim's chest this time?"
"Apparently not, mom wouldn't even talk for an hour once she got home, so it had to be awful," Ms. Springs had guts of steel, she never lost it at a crime scene. She once simply walked onto the crime scene, walked up to the mutilated corpse of a young woman, and calmly walked off.
The bell rang.
"Well I've got to go to Algebra, see you later?" Kai asked.
"We have English together last period, so yeah." Hannah replied with a smile.
And with that, the two got up from their table, threw their trash away, and split up to go to their separate classes.
12:20 P.M., La Mujer Muerta
June 30th, 2015
"I'm sorry Ms. Springs but can you go over the details of last night's attack one more time. I think I may have missed something," Detective Daniel Stanley mocked the reporter's high pitched voice from the press conference earlier that day.
A chuckle from the opposite side of the table was the first response he received. Detective Amy Springs' smile faded as the crime scene came to mind again. "We need to find the killer. He or she is becoming braver."
"I know, the crime scene last night was just..." He shivered.
"They're still waiting for forensics to identify the murder weapon."
A black haired waitress walked up to their table and looked at them. "May I take your order?" They were sitting at La Mujer Muerta, a small Mexican restaurant which was the detectives' favorite place to eat.
"I'll take a chicken enchilada and he'll have number 23 on the specials," Springs' response was out before Stanley could even open his mouth. They'd been partners for a good 5 years, and they knew each other's orders by heart.
The waitress wrote all this down and smiled, "It'll be with you shortly." She turned and walked off.
As the detectives continued their discussion, the waitress walked to the back of the restaurant and her smile disappeared. "Brave my ass, they haven't seen brave yet," a wicked smirk filled her face and she laughed to herself. "They have no idea of what they're getting into. And for a split second, her normal brown eyes faded to obsidian black. "It's time to have some fun."
And it has begun! Leave a vote if you enjoyed and give me some feedback of what should happen next and maybe it will : )
