"There is no trace of fingerprints on the hessian sack and the trace of blood only has the victims DNA." one of the forensics said.
"Sir, an e-mail has just come through the computer." said one of the policemen.
"Dear Cat,
I do put on a good entrance don't I? Well if you enjoyed that, then get yourself to Liverpool now because there's going to be a big entrance at Anfield at one! You can sit down and have your lunch aswell because I've booked you a seat. Aren't I nice? I'm really taking it to boom town this time!
From Mouse.
P.S. could you return my hessian sack? My friend from Ireland really needs it for his potato farming. If not it doesn't matter, I just don't like buying things that I already own"
P.S.S. It doesn't matter now he was killed."
"That sick, twisted freak! He needs to be put in a mental asylum straight away." said the cheif.
"Agreed." said the rest of the police force.
It was one o' clock and SWAT vans were surrounding Anfield with choppers circling the stadium. SWAT with riot shields ran to the middle of the field looking around nervously. As soon as the footballers walked on the pitch an explosion burst through the middle of the floor, soon collapsing the rest of the field with it. People ran out of the stadium as fast as they could but it wasn't fast enough as the entire stadium was demolished as it collapsed inwards and crushed anything and everything inside. The only thing left near the stadium was ruins of the stadium and two choppers lowering to the fiery remains. All of a sudden the two pilots were killed as two long blades were used to stab right through there mouths, dying slowly as the blood poured out of there mouths like a waterfall death as they splurted out the last remains of there throats. The jet black figure had struck once again, this time on a larger scale. There was a horrified policeman aiming his pistol as his hands shook like a blending machine. The dark figure walked towards him slowly, then the it rammed it's hands down the mans throat, grabbed his windpipe and ripped it straight out. The policemans scream for help was cut off shortly after the wind pipe was removed. The mans mouth was full of blood which poured on the floor as he fell to the ground. His eyes were then ripped from there sockets and crushed in the dark figures hand. One of the dying men crawled out from underneath the rubble. "You...sick...killer...how could...you do... Th...is?" he asked with his last breath
"I'm not killing." The dark figure said in a hoarse voice, as he stomped on the mans neck. "I'm declaring war."
