Who's the killer?

Who's the killer?

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Gracie a jounalist, Stacey best friends with Gracie, Dave a young policeman and El Mo a detective. Together they work to find the killer, to get revenge to the people the killer has killed and for Gracie's brother. ******** 'I called 911 for help. I stood there and waited until I realized something I FORGOT ANNA. People from the neighborhood came out of their houses to see what all the shouting and screaming was about, I was crying while shouting Annas name. I know I hated Anna, but she helped me and still treated me so nicely when I treated her so badly. I shouted her name while trying to run back in, but I couldn't, people were holding me back. I tried to fight back but I was too weak, and if only I could get in maybe, only maybe I would have been able to save her...'
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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