Her screams the pierced the midnight air. It was an awful scene, blood coated everything, the mother weep by the mangled body, her father watched over my movements, watching from afar as I studied the young woman or what was left. "Terrible" I breathed, taking in the scent of death and murder. The mothers wail begin to pitch higher and higher causing my head to pound even worse. I glance over to her husband, hoping he'll get the hint. He simple nods and picks his wife up off the ground and leads her to a carriage and places her in the wagon. I return my attention to the sprawled out body and begin to shift though the corpse, hoping for clues. From what I got from her parents she was a 16 year old prostitute, brat really. I attempted to block the decaying smell clogging my nose, messing with my head. As I attempted to shift deeper into the body and pain shots through my already aching body. I turn my head slightly to see the father of the girl, standing over me a small pistol layed in his shaking hands. "I know what you did." He mutters, a look of pain on his crazed and angered face. "I don't kn-" I'm cut off by a quiet explosion, I'm knocked back from the forehead, landing on the mangled body. I feel a hot substance trickle down my forehead but I eye lids refuse to open so I can figure out the strange liquid was. I feel a hot breath in my ear, I freeze as a raspy voice speaks. "Leave no witnesses." It speaks slowly and softly before it gives off a slight chuckle and I feel everything go blank.
