He watched her.
How she danced. Every move that she'd made, it was all on tape.
A gift for her. Flowers? That should be nice. Perfect. Suitable for the event.
Her skin as white as snow. Her hair as black as the raven, tied up in a bun. Everyone stood up when the song was done, clapping like seals, praising the girl.
NO!
This can't be happening! She was supposed to be his only. No one should praise her except for him! This wasn't the plan. She was supposed to find him in the crowd, smile at him and give her "Thanks To" speech. He couldn't share her with everyone else.
He strutted down the aisle, walked through the door to the hotel lobby. The fresh flowers he had ordered had just arrived. With the quick wave of his cash, the bouquet of roses was in his hands.
The backstage sign was poorly made. Black bolded letters printed on the single sheet of paper. They didn't even bother to laminate it. She shouldn't be dancing for a production who couldn't even pay to make a proper sign. It was all okay because after this she would be his and he'll ensure that she was going to dance on a bigger stage.
He pushed open the door and walked to her room.
"Who's this?" She asked.
"Flowers for you ma'am, someone offered it to you after your performance just now." he replied.
"How sweet of them"
With three large strides he ended up in front of her.
The transparent plastic bag in hand, he placed it on her head and suffocated her.
Each time she screamed, he felt pleasure.
Serve her right for not giving all her attention to him.
Her arms were flailing around. She struggled to call for help but her lungs finally gave in and her skin was whiter than snow. Her eyes stared into his. He laughed. Finally she gave him the attention. Her jet black hair was in the bag. Happily he walked out of the room. She had noticed him. She knew who he was and he brought her up to a better stage with a better audience. His very own play.
Not forgetting to tell her personal assistant that professional ballet dancer Alice Akina was not recieving guests at the moment which included her because she wanted to talk to her parents about changing agencies. Her P.A's face was blank. She was tempted to go in to persuade her but her demands must be obeyed too.
No one knew that the poor little girl was dead and he liked it. The longer the better because that's how he knows that he'll get all the girl's attention.
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"What is it?" Detective Flynn yelled through his phone. " A girl found backstage. It was at a dance company's rendition of Swan Lake. The funny thing is she wasn't some sort of hot shot. She was just a protoge." His partner filled in.
"I'll be there in 10"
Jacob Flynn, age 28. The up and rising detective of the New York precinct just because he solved a cold case dated back 20 years ago. He was what the ladies called a hottie and he sure did attract a lot of female attention but never the girl of his dreams.
He picked up his jacket and his keys to his bike and rode to the hotel .
Emily, the forensic pathologist, was already there at the crime scene. His buddy, Detective Derrick Halls walked him in. He was the chatty one.
"So, this is what I've gathered. According to the maintenance guy who found her, he said that she was one of the girls who received the most attention, apparently this performance was her one way ticket to stardom. He thinks that she didn't got the approval from the teachers and decided to end her life."
Jacob was curious, one, how does a maintenance guy knows so much stuff about the dancer and two, who was this girl. He for sure didn't hear of this girl's name before.
Both the gentleman walked into the crime scene.
The place was neat. A fresh bouquet of flowers were left on the table. Her phone was on the couch. Nothing look out of place.
"Where's the P.A? I'm sure that whoever that person is must be frantic about the situation"
She's right over there. Derrick pointed to lady who was speed typing something in her phone.
"Hi, I'm Detective Flynn. Just wanted to ask a few questions." He pulled out his notebook ready to jot down any information.
" Rachel Taylor. Alice's P.A . Alice was a great girl. So close to making it big but lost it every time to dancers who has the money to afford to buy new shoes and new leotards."
" She was a sweet girl. Practiced harder than all the other girls. I don't understand how she could die like this."
"You noticed anything strange last night?" Detective Flynn asked.
" Nothing out of the ordinary. Some flower delivery guy came and left, told me that Anna didn't want company. He told me something along the lines of her talking to her parents and leaving the company."
Jacob Flynn left to study the crime scene again. There was no evidence left behind,only the huge mess.
He took the liberty of going through her purse. Nothing stood out. She was just a plain jane which made the flowers on the dresser stood out even more since no one had noticed her until yesterday.
