The street lights were flickering as the heavy rain came in waves to the gravely ground. She smiled as a thug walked past her brushing his broad right shoulder against her left. He had 3 gold necklaces around his thick neck, he was wearing a torn black and red football jacket. He had a limp and she wondered how he had got it, she turned to call back to him but he had disappeared.
" How is that possible it was only a matter of seconds after we passed each other, there is no alleys or step in doors."
Clover looked towards the darkening sky, she could see millions of little stars lighting up the dark sky. She could hear the low whistle of an nightime bird. At first she didn't know where she was but she recognised this part of the hood straight away. The only way she recognised it was because this was the part that was always on the television, she knew that this is where the most dangerous criminals hang out. Her body was petite amongst the hunky bodies of the men sitting around orange and red fires smoking.
"Probably weed or cocaine she thought."
She passed one person that she recognised so much by the wanted posters and on the television.
Colin McCann,
Colin McCann had committed 43 counts of manslaughter, 22 counts of sexual abuse, 9 counts of cannibalising and 234 counts of assault.
The cops have still not been able to find and arrest this monster of a man and here he is just sitting out on the street completely vulnerable. He was once a solider in the U.S NAVY but after being deported to Afghanistan something changed him and he became the monster he is now.
He killed his wife and his two children back in 1988.
