psycho | h.s.

prologue

The silky brown coffee trembles in its cup as I manage to shuffle through the pile of work I always maintain to keep on top of my desk while holding it in between my legs at the same time.

After going through half of the pile I sigh in frustration, running my fingers through my hair unravelling knots as I make my way down.

I scan through the rest of the reports until a certain one manages to catch my attention. Once my eyes read the words written on the report my breath hitches in my throat. My brain tries to process the information and maintain calm.

The whole precinct is silent, not a single noise is heard except the sounds of my parted coughs and light scribbling as pens make contact with paper.

There has been three murders in the timespan of a single week, three of them being all in the same manor, that manor being Rivermore. The small town of Rivermore doesn't have bad reputation. It's actually very well known for having the cleanest records for murders, rapes, assaults, ect.

As if it weren't enough all three dead corpses were found in our woods perimeter. There was something terrible going on and whatever it was happened to be dangerously lurking over our small town.

My phone suddenly rings interrupting my thoughts. I watch as the words 'unknown' flash on my screen. I furrow my eyebrows a puzzled expression crossing my face, what are the odds that I get an 'unknown' call right at this moment.

My curiosity gets the best of me and I slide the answer button.

I hold the phone up to my ear and keep quiet waiting for the other line to speak first. Except I don't hear words only heavy breathing making me shiver as well as causing the hair all over my body to stand.

I decide against speaking up and listen to the continuous heavy breaths. I sit up straight as he, she, whoever it is begins to speak.

"Next time you might want to answer a bit more quickly my darling Adeline." A dragged low raspy voice speaks.

"You do know this call is illegal and calling me at a police station doesn't help your case, correct?" I manage to choke out surprised at the confidence laced in my tone. "I can get you in to the station faster than you can say your own name." I spit out threatening whoever it is.

I hear a deep chuckle on the other line, "Now we don't want that happening now do we? Of course unless you prefer Elliot dead when you arrive home. She's home alone and I can walk right in to your house and cut her throat open with my bare hands!" He, I predict, yells making me flinch and panic at the thought of my sister's body lying unconscious on our living room floor. "Now you better hurry home love, we don't want anything to happen to our beloved Elliot" He says in awe.

A gasp escapes my lips as the other line goes dead. I let my phone slip out of my hand.

Tears threatening to spill pool in my eyes. This could not be happening I thought to myself. The killer was back, this was all supposed to be over I thought.

I gather my belongings and throw my bag over my shoulder.

I have to compose myself, I can't let this take control over me.

I walk out of my office shutting the door behind me making sure to lock it and head straight for my car.

Im exiting the building right when Jasper steps in front of me, "Where are you going?" He questions crossing his arms over of his chest.

"J-Jasper I have to get going could you let Officer Kolt know I left early please" I answer.

"Are you okay?" He asks furrowing his eyebrows.

"Y-yeah I-I'm fine," I pause to get stray hairs out of my face. "Make sure to tell Officer Kolt I had to leave early due to personal problems" I say and walk past him our shoulders briefly brushing.

I practically run to my car getting in and slamming the door shut. I start the car and press my foot down harshly on the brakes, jolting forward in the process.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other aggressively clutching my phone I dial Elliot's number. After five times of excessive ringing and being sent to her voicemail I give up. Her not answering only gets me even more worried.

"God damn it Elliot." I say through gritted teeth. I run a shaky hand through my wavy hair and pull at my roots.

Soon enough I pull up in to my drive way and park my car. I get out and start walking towards my house when I look up at Elliot's bedroom window and see light shining through her lace curtains.

"She better be in there, please let her be in there" I whisper to myself.

I go up the steps quickly and push the door open. My eyes go wide trying to process what's in front of me.

My hand instantly goes up to cover my mouth in horror.

There on the floor lies Elliot with blood smeared across her face.

I didn't get here in time.

I could have prevented this.

This is all my fault.

By now tears are spilling out of my eyes making all of my surroundings blurry.

My knees feel weak and suddenly can't support my weight anymore.

I fall on my knees in front of her and by now im sobbing uncontrollably.

I got here as fast as I possibly could.

It wasn't fast enough Adeline I kept telling myself.

or so I thought.

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A/N: im so exited to start this story i really hope you all enjoy it! all my love x