Ousting psychopath killers 101

early mornings and joining forces

  I was having this awesome dream that Hero (my dog) and I were sitting on a throne of cookies and-- 'SPLASH!'

  "Bloody hell?!" I spluttered, spitting out a mouthful of ice cold water which Cel had just thrown at my face. It was soon followed by ball of clothes. I glared at a smirking Cel as I gathered the clothes, which had dispersed upon contact with my face.

  "Get dressed. Last night while you were resting, I did some research on your murder and found another case with almost the same details. Time, method of killing, and the girl was alone at home. She was murdered just a day before you." While Cel was talking, I slipped on the black turtleneck and the skinny jeans. Cel had been nice enough to include a silver chain with a peace charm dangling from the chain. It seemed like something she would wear, with her being emo and all.

  "I am NOT emo." I officially hated the mind reading thing. Then, a bundle of papers hit my face.

  "You seem to enjoy throwing things at my face." I snarled, only to be ignored. I was starting to have very mixed feelings about Cel! 

  Sighing, I picked up the papers and scanned through them. They contained information about my murder and that of another girl named Nikkita Victorae Garcia. It was exactly like what Cel had said, there were too many similarities that there was no way it could have been coincidental. She even lived one street away from me!

  "Done?" asked Cel impatiently. She didn't even wait for my reply before grabbing my hand and doing that teleporting thing. The world spun and I found myself in the hotel lobby.

  I had barely caught my breath when a girl no taller than me strode up to me. Despite her height, I had to admit that she probably could take me in a fight. She radiated confidence, her black eyes emitted fierceness and there was something graceful about her movement. Just as Cel had an aura of mysteriousness, this girl had an aura of a feisty delinquent.

   "I like her," the girl spoke to Cel, a naughty smile slipping onto her face. "She's got a good eye." It was then i realized that the girl was a spirit guide: how else would she know Cel? She had probably read my mind too and noted my observations of her. Gosh, it was an invasion of privacy!

  "Rachel. You must be Clara." Spirit guide number two stretched out her hand. I shook it while wondering, Where have I heard that name before?

  Rachel had bright orange hair that framed her face and flowed gracefully down her back. A red and pink tank top was paired with lime green jeans which fit her skinny frame perfectly, and white boots finished the look. On anyone else, the clothes and hair would look gaudy, but Rachel somehow pulled off the look.

  Then, a human cannonball hit me and I heard a high pitched squeal, "Clara! Nombre de dios, oh wait, you're not Spanish, it means OH MY GAWD! So anyway isn't this awesome? We have the same murderer! Well, we're dead, so not really awesome but when Rachel, my spirit guide, told me--"

  I pushed the girl away and recognized her immediately, "Nicole!?"