Forest Killer
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"The man was only a few yards away. Sheltered in his cabin, he watched with amusement whilst sipping on his coffee. Taking out his leatherback notebook, he started writing down his thoughts for the day.' It had only begun, yet I feel so accomplished.' He jotted down, grinning. Slamming the book onto the table, he picked up his coat and went out the door.
And that was the last the people of Portland ever saw of him.
Or so they thought they had.
In the few short seconds that followed after Thomas's death, the love that he had for Elisabeth was undeniable, but the tragedy that would follow after his death would leave an everlasting impression on the town of Portland."
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The deaths keep piling up. Every week, a new victim, a new location, a new way of killing.
Yet... nobody knows who is responsible. Sam the local banker who works night shifts only? Or the loving husband Tommy Wilson who is known to bring a new woman into his home every Thursday night when his wife is out of town?
The killings are getting more frequent. Leaving people more and more scared of who will be next.
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mature themes including violence and drug abuse.
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"Shit!" I muttered under my breath. He pulled open the door and headed for me with a smile that made my skin crawl. I withdrew my gun from my bag and hid it under the table. "Ah Blake Reid. At last we meet!" He pulled out the chair directly across from me. "Who are you and why have you been following me?" I growled. "I'm the man who is going to kill you," he gave me a masochistic smile. I withdrew my gun from its place under the table. It was pointed between his eyes and I took pleasure in the shock that was on his face. He had only gotten his gun halfway out. The staff was still unaware of me holding a gun to this man's head because they were all around back in the kitchen. "Sorry, but that's just not going to happen," I said sweetly. "In such a public place? How brazen of you," he challenged in a shaky voice. "Yes, all the staff is in the back where they can't see us. Oh and if you didn't notice, there's a silencer on my gun. Say good-bye my dearie," I pulled the trigger and sent the bullet through his head. Blake Reid isn't your normal 17 year old. She's an assassin on her last case... or so she hopes. She is having difficulty with memories of her past and can't seem to get out of her shell, even though that is one of the biggest assets needed for her assignment. She will also face many obsticales; some of which she may not survive. Join her in the choas and death she calls her life. (Cover created by Vico96, an amazing friend of mine. Check him out!)
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