The lavender killer

Prologue

    Mary Snow was running, why was she running you must asked? Well a killer, not just a killer but the Lavender killer, had came to kill her.  Her long, rusty color hair flowed behind her as her long, mint color dress made it difficult to run.  Her shoes gone she could run better, lucky for her she was on a track team, she skidded to a stop as she breathed heavily.  "There you are" said a smooth, cold, dead voice she froze and tense the smell of lavender and metallic smell over came her, she let out a silent plead, but this made him chuckle as he brought a sharp rock to her throat.  She was never given a chance to say anything, she was stabbed so hard in the neck with rock that crushed her vocal cords, blood was splattered on the purple,old suited male who smiled with lavender covering his body, he left the rock with a pile of lavender on the dead body.