Baby Blues

Baby Blues

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They say the eyes are the window to the soul. To take an eye is to to reach through that window. They say one's mirror image reflects what hides in the depths of one's soul. To take a reflective eye is to keep what is hidden inside. Seattle, Washington isn't known for high crime rates. The annual body count in terms of homicide barely touches 20. It's easy going for anyone within the Seattle PD. Or at least it was... A serial killer has left four bodies in four months, the last one found Christmas Eve. Each body as clueless as the last. But if Seattle PD thought this serial killer was their only problem, come the night before New Year's Eve they will be in for a rude awakening as a fresh new kind of kill is left on the side of a street corner like yesterday's trash. Soon secrets will come to the surface, emotions will boil over, and the worst kind of betrayal will cost someone their life if they aren't careful. To catch a killer, think like a killer. And always remember... Appearances are everything.
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  • THE THERAPIST

The first body was left drained of every single drop of blood. It could have been mistaken for a bloodless crime if it weren't for the crimson streaks on the girls' face. Her terrified expression was frozen as her pierced eyes glared into the nothingness. What looked like her real tears blended in with the crimson streaks on her pale cheeks. It looked random until we learned that it must be the M.O. of the killer seeing as his second victim, my sister held those same markings. It had been an odd sight; she had looked peaceful and unharmed except for the bloody tears that couldn't be washed off no matter how hard they tried. My father, the head sheriff of the Southwood's police station, swore that he would bring my sister the justice she deserved, but things escalated fast. A new body was found nearly every month; Girls would go missing and would later be found with unremovable blood streaks on their faces. The blood was always old, and it belonged to other victims he killed. The stained faces of his victims led most parents to hold closed casket funerals. Only after nearly a year since the murders began did the cops learn that most of the bodies of the bloody faced victims had disappeared. It was a secret that they had yet to reveal to the public in fear of the people of Detroit making a mockery out of them. Surely, they had enough experience in their fields to not be outsmarted by one guy!

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