The Identity

Chapter 1

It was an early morning when the clouds gave out their rain.

"MIDNIGHT struck again? Jason Bowen murdered without any trace of evidence."

He sighed. Another victim, another murder, but the same way of attack, the same murderer.

MIDNIGHT, a name that brought shudders to everyone. It is nickname the police got for the murderer ,as the victims were murdered  when the clock strikes twelve .

MIDNIGHT had been murdering people in New York. She kept her murders dangerously simple; a slit in the throat did the job. As she kept the weapon with her, MIDNIGHT had never left any clues on the crime scene. The police can only deduct MIDNIGHT is a she , a young adult .

She was such an experienced and efficient killer that Paul was sure she was the goddess of thieves that thieves idolised.

Or should he say murderers.

However, his time, Jason Bowen? The famous lawyer ? As far as Paul know, Jason Bowen have not done any dirty work behind people's back and no one held grudges against him. The recent murders were more confusing to him, none of them were linked together.

They seem random.

"Paul?"

He recognised the voice and turned immediately, feeling slightly guilty. His wife, Sara, leaned against the door, her arms crossed with an eyebrow raised.

"What's the matter honey?" Paul asked. Sara’s eyes narrowed.

"You still ask me what's the matter? Answer me Paul, where is the bottle of sesame oil you promised me to buy?"

“Oops.” He stretched his arm lazily. "Whatever. I’ll just buy it later. I’m busy."

"No,”Sara said, the word sharp as a whip. “Don't you dare escaping again. We need it for our family dinner tonight. Your mother is coming !”

"But...MIDNIGHT... " Paul stuttered, desperately trying to find an excuse.

"Ha! You think MIDNIGHT will target someone like you? You are just a normal person that earns almost less than the legal minimum wages every month,"scoffed Sara.

Paul shook his head, knowing that he could never win an argument with the hot-headed Sara. Sometimes he wondered why she always had such a fiery temper.

His wife had changed.

***

You might think that Paul enjoyed his walk to the supermarket.

Sorry to tell you, but you are very wrong.

He absolutely hated it. Firstly, it was raining, and Paul hated rainy days, despite having his umbrella with him. Secondly, the air was very stuffy and humid. Thirdly, there might be a murderer jumping out of nowhere any second. He actually turned his head every five seconds to see if anyone was following him. It took him a longer time than usual to arrive at the block.

Suddenly, he heard soft whimpers. The closer he walked to the supermarket, the louder the sound of whimpers. Instinctively, a wave of curiosity swept over him like a tidal wave. What was happening?

"No, don't. It might be a trap!"he scolded himself.

But another voice in his head said tauntingly, "Go for it, where is your adventurous spirit? You have changed, old man!"

He hesitated.

Eventually, he listened to the second voice. He slowly walked closer, biting the inside of his cheek self-consciously.

Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter...

Only to find two teenage girls huddling together under the rain.
The small whimpers came from one of the girls, who was shuddering from the cold rain.

***

*Unknown pov

When I woke up , I felt the cool wind brushing against my cheeks and the soft surface underneath me . I must admit , it was comfortable , but it was strange, very strange..

I jolted up .

"Oww!" I shouted , as my head hit the low ceiling of the room . It must have made a huge commotion , because a man came running over with a cup of warm water in hand . I scanned the man from top to bottom , messy black hair , a red polo shirt and a pair of worn out trousers , doesn't seem like a threat now .

However , most  importantly , why am I here ?

That man looked at me knowingly and handed me the glass of warm water . I sniffed it catiously before sipping it . My eyes never left his face .

The man chuckled ." Forgot to introduce , I am Paul  Carter, you can just call me Paul .You and the poor girl next to you,"
He pointed at the bed. "was found lying on the streets   . So I kinda brought you guys here to my house . "

Then , I looked next to me .
A girl , around my age ,was lying there . At the second I glanced at her , her eyes flickered open .
She looked so familiar ...

"Looks like both of you are awake now . I decide that I am going to bring you to the police station ." Paul announced .

I widened my eyes and immediately put my hands on my back , when I feel the sharp metal under my blouse  against my hand , I breathed a small sigh of relief .

I need to hide it somewhere. Why am I soo careless this time ?

Well , everybody makes mistakes.
So do a murderer.

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