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What Happened To Stacy?

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Time 4h 52m

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Your average detective story- 

A firm detective and a druggie work together to solve a murder.

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Wait!" I grip his forearm tightly, my fingers digging into his skin, and force him to turn around and face me. I search his eyes for any hint of emotion, but he remains stoic, the only indication of his inner turmoil being the tears that glisten in the corners of his eyes.

"I know you didn't commit the murder," I say, my voice low and urgent. 

"But if we don't find the real killer soon, you'll be sent to prison." The gravity of the situation hangs heavily in the air between us, and I can feel my own anxiety skyrocketing.

His response is immediate, his frustration palpable. "If you know I didn't do it, then why the hell aren't you out there looking for the killer?" he snaps, venom dripping from every word.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I am," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just have this feeling that the killer is hiding somewhere in this part of town. And I need your help to find them."

"Ha," he chuckles, his coarse voice sending shivers down my spine. "You want me to help you? Now why the hell would I help your naked mole rat-looking ass?" As he sneers, I can't help but notice how his lips curl up in disgust at the sight of me.All Rights Reserved

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The Mass Murderer Who Loved Me

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.