A/N: Before I start with this broadcast I would like to apologise for not updating for what seems forever! I've had a crazy term in college and I haven't had time to write! So, I'm sorry, guys!
The Iron Ripper strokes his little tabby cat as he watches the television screen intensely. A white screen takes over the colourful television screen. The Iron Ripper growls with annoyance. "Are you goddamn serious?" He snarls, reaching out to grab the remote control with his free hand.
"Hello," a soft, similar English accent escapes the television. "I'm here today to let The Iron Ripper know that a search team has been sent out to find your girlfriend." He booms. A grin plays at The Iron Ripper's lips.
"Perfect." He mutters, bluntly. He tickles his tabby cat behind it's ear. "Did you hear that, Sasha?" He asks, continuing to stroke his cat. "They're looking for sweet Annie." He says, loud and clear. "She'll be home soon, m'dear." He warmly whispers, "she'll be home soon."
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The Letters Of Death
Short StoryAfter investigating serial homicides, Detective Jack Harper finds letters sent to him from a person who says he is the serial killer.
