*Flashback*
It had been Justin’s 6th birthday and that morning before he went to school his parents had told him that if he hurried home then they would give him a surprise. As he was walking back from his school, Justin had a bad feeling in his stomach that something in his life was about to change. When he got home he didn’t see anyone in the house.
“Hello?” He called into the house. No one answered,” Mom, Dad are you here?” Again no one answered. He had started to get worried that something had happened to his parents. He started to look around the house. When he got to his parents room, he still hadn’t found them. When he walked into his parent’s room he saw his parents with a girl, who looked about 16.
She had long blonde hair that had streaks of red in them. Justin guessed that the red was blood. She was wearing a white shirt with blood on it and plain blue jeans. She was standing above his parents. She had a knife in her hand and it looked like she had stabbed them multiple times. His mother had beautiful black hair that was now ruined be the blood that was now in her hair. No one had noticed him yet. The girl was still stabbing Justin’s father.
When the girl turned around, Justin could see that she had bright red eyes. Once she saw Justin she got a very creepy smile that was telling Justin that he should run. But he was paralyzed with fear. He couldn’t move his legs. As blood dripped from his parent’s wounds where the girl had stabbed them, they told him to run. They told him to call the police.
When he registered that the girl was slowly walking toward him, he did what he had to do. Run. With one last glance toward his parents, who he know would die any minute, he ran.
*End Flashback*
He had been looking for that girl ever since that day. He was now 15 years old. He had been looking for that girl for 10 years now. He still found nothing. She had kept quite over about 6 of the 10 years since she killed them. Then 4 years ago she started to kill again. She has killed about 12 people a year. Every time he went to all the crime scenes every time but still hadn’t found any evidence.
He was getting tired of it. He had to find out who it was. The next day she had killed another person that night. He went to the crime scene as usual. As he toke the taxi he rolled down the window and as the wind blew though his shoulder length blonde hair he thought to himself,’ What do all the victims have in common?’ The only thing that they had in common is that they were all stab.
When he got to the crime scene he walked in. As usual he had to sneak past the police that were guarding so that no one who wasn’t allowed didn’t come in. He did eventually get past them. When he walked in he saw the body in the middle of the room. It looked like the victim was stabbed in the stomach, the head and the heart.
There was blood still gushing from the still fresh wound. The blood was all over the victim’s body. This time it was a girl. She had long blonde hair that went up to her shoulders. He couldn’t see her eye color because her eyes were closed.
When he looked away, he saw the best detective in the world. He had short messy brown hair and black eyes. Justin started to walk toward him. When he got up to him, he introduced himself.
“Hello I’m Justin Kandem. My parents were victims of her. When they were killed I got a good look at the killer. I would like to help with the case.” Justin says.
“I’m Rei one of the greatest detectives in the world. I know my name kind of sounds girly but I am very manly.” He says flexing his muscles. They both laughed,” And as for your other question yes I would be happy to have you helping with the case. If you come to this hotel.” Rei said giving him a piece of paper with an address on it,” There will be someone out at the front of the building at 7:00.” He said. Then he bowed his head and walked away.
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