The Key to X | Editing - but on hold

Prologue

At first, it was just a trickle of red, a droplet of blood. Had the knife been just a bit duller, there would be no pitter-patter of the red blood covering the floor. A hand reached down and pulled the blade away, dripping the blood in an x-like shape, before pulling out a cloth and wiped away the blood on the silver blade. With a quick turn, the figure was gone.

Ten hours later, a group of police was patrolling the city. They stopped at the scene, rolling over the body and examined it. They froze when they spotted the bloody x, knowing that X was back. Four men lifted the corpse, tossing it in the trunk of the car before driving away. One police officer stood back, waiting as a silver Ford Fusion approached, a tall man approached with his wife.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ace. It is a pleasure to have you two here at the scene." The officer spoke, his hands trembling at the thought of X being back in town again.

"That would be Detective to you, Officer Wu." The man sniffed, bending down slowly and put on a pair of latex gloves. He brushed the surface of the concrete ground, sniffing at the dried blood. "Ten hours ago, this man was killed. Have you identified the man, his job, and possibly a reason why X killed him?" The officer pulled out his cell phone, handing it to the detective's wife, who slowly read out the information.

"The man is identified as John Miller, 37 years of age, and that he worked as a farmer." The woman frowned, turning to the officer. "Officer, do you have any accounts for whom X has murdered?" The officer frowned, pulling out a list from his pocket. The woman scanned the list with confusion but continued reading as her husband continued to examine the blood at the scene.

"X is very good at covering his trails. He seems... to be quite cautious about his identity." Officer Wu spoke, scowling at the site. The detective turned to the man, eyeing him warily.

"How do you know that X is a male? Could he not be a girl instead?"

"Well, Detective," the officer smiled confidently. "We have recordings of X's voice. We've actually been able to spot and hear him talk to his victims before they die." The detective gave a nod, before brushing his hands along the pools of drying blood, until he came across a silver recorder. He pressed the button, letting the small device hum to life.

"Ah, I see that you have found my recorder. Congratulations, Paul Ace. No matter, you will not find me. Let me remind you, Paul, that you and Gwen are safe. You are not on the list of ones I feel to urge to kill. Just a hint, I recommend you find what my victims have in common. I'm from this town, by the way, I thought I should visit. Just a few deaths to satisfy my appetite for blood, eh? Best of luck, and goodbye, until we meet." Detective Ace dropped the recorder, it hit the ground with a thud, shocked.

"I see what you mean, Officer." The detective sighed, standing up and brushed the dust off of his pants. "Indeed, X is a boy. No girl can have a voice like that. Now that I know that he's from town, I can look for him through the archives and records we have. Gwen and I should be on our way, we will see you soon, officer. If you need anything, just give us a call, and we'll be right over. The officer gave the two a curt nod, before driving away in his car; the three of them, unbeknownst to the fact that X was watching them, always.

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-Charlie