A Little Bit Ruthless

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Dammit! I'm sick of this woman. She physically makes me sick knowing that she's killed 15 people and I still haven't caught her. What the fuck is she after, they all range from a variety of looks,faces,statures,walks of life, everything. They have no attributes that are alike not eye color, nothing.

It has to be personality, what about all these mens personality is setting her kill clock off?

Coming up to the latest mutilated body Izabella so graciously left behind I bend under the yellow crime scene tape. Slipping on a pair of gloves and a face mask my partner Calvin Richards hands me a notepad she has of statements from the couple who discovered the body right on the trail.

Stupid bitch didn't even have enough sense to hide the body,now she's just being rude. Killer or not it doesn't hurt to throw the body in the woods or something,what if a kid found this disgusting scene?

Calvin is about 5'2 with a cute little shape and ringlets of brunette hair always tucked neat in a bun. When we first became partners I swore up and down I was going to get a tough guy but instead I got a bite sized hard as nails girl.

I couldn't have asked for a better partner normally, but we must suck something terrible if neither one of us have been able to decode Izabella Moore.

"What do we have here huh? So the couple come for an early walk around the trail and right in the middle of it is the body of a man minus a head,feet,and hands."

Swaying from one leg to the other she nods chewing a piece of gum,"Yeah, that girl is sick man. She doesn't even care and she knows we want to catch her. She's getting bold."

"I know,fuck her." I grumble bending over the corpse patting down the pockets for a wallet or any thing that could give us even the smallest hint of who this guy is. "She's good I'm not gonna lie, but we're better. Here we go." Lifting the corpse' shirt flies swarm out of the big gaping hole in its chest where a heart should be.

Showing Calvin she covers her face with her wrist turning away she shakes her head closing her eyes trying to supress the bile rising in her throat. "Maybe this isn't her, she'd have no reason to take body parts."

Nodding in agreement I pull the shirt back down snatching my gloves off placing them in the trash,"Maybe she changed her motive,she might know what she's looking for now."

Hm.

Fuck Her.

This is going to turn into a complicated wild goose chase. I'm looking for the man who killed my family (even though I have no idea who I'm looking for exactly,I can't fucking remember his face) that damn detective is trying to catch me and charge me for all those murders.

Just a damn mess.

I need a change in scenery, picking up guys from the bar is getting a little old and played out. Maybe I can try some place no one would expect (especially that nosy detective) who would think of a walmart or playground...nah that's still too common. I'll just pick some drunk off of the street.

Screw that, what I really need is even the tiniest clue of where this bastard is. Hannibal says he has a way to help find the man who murdered my family. This medicine or something along those lines that'll help me remember, or get a glimpse at the man's face.

But before we get into that, I have a therapy session with this quack I only go to because my foster parents(before Hannibal) made me go to her. I don't like to say I was troubled but, I couldn't help finding ways to get things to bleed. It didn't matter what it was, me, them, classmates. I didn't care, still don't care.

I was just angry at everyone, the whole world did this to me and no one helped so I'm striking back. And I'll kill anyone who tries to stop me.

Climbing the stairs into the adobe styled house that serves as her facility I walk down the hallway decorated in native american designs colored teal and orange, I knock on her door."Hello?"