A/N: This is technically chapter 4, but this chapter gives a view into what our killer has been up to... 2 more chapters before I stop posting here and continue trying to finish my book... Dont forget to leave a review and let me know what your theories are...


It was almost compulsive at this point. Here she was, laying next to a dead body, in a city that she was unfamiliar to. A lit cigarette in her hand, she sighed, wondering why her life had come to this. It was their fault they were dead. Wasn't it? She sighed, putting out her cigarette, and laid down beside her victim, giggling. "You know, there's just something about men like you," she said, running a finger across his chest. "Always willing to stick your dicks in whatever pussy you can. Well, at least you all have one thing in common. You're all dead now." She stood up, stretching.

She met this guy at a bookstore. She already knew all about him. She approached him first, pretending to bump into him and because it was a pretty young woman, he fell for the bait. This time, she had black hair, but her green eyes stood out. They always fell for it. An innocent young woman? She grabbed the key off of the nightstand and unlocked the handcuffs, removing them from the wrists of the dead man, whose face was in a forever state of fear. She started rummaging through his pockets, taking out his wallet. David Adams, 4425 Westshire Lane, stared back at her from his ID.

She turned him over, face down on the bed, panting. He was heavy. "You know, you really should've thought about losing some weight there, buddy," she said, patting his back. It was time to go about cleaning up the crime scene.


A/N: A bit short, I know... Hopefully, I'll finish the other two chapters soon...