My New Moon Valentine

She walked down the street, alone and deep into here own thoughts. Today was Valentines Day and she was alone, but it wasn’t supposed to be that way. Three days before, she had been happy and excited to spent another Valentines with her boyfriend, Greg, of four years. That was before she came home and found his letter on their bed. He had left out of town…..for good and he wasn’t leaving alone. Lisa, someone she once considered a friend, was leaving with him.

She felt so betrayed. Her friend and her lover stabbing her in the back. She believed that there could be no pain worse than what she was feeling at that moment. Why her? Why was she walking alone this night, the night of lovers. She had taken this back way as so she would not have to see all the couples in each others warm embrace as if they were flaunting their love just to tease her. It was as if they all knew she was in pain this very moment.

“Excuse me miss, a penny for your thoughts.”

She stopped and looked up startled. She was so deep into her thoughts that she did not even notice the man standing there. And a handsome man at that. She had already started to blush before she knew what she was doing.

“You look troubled. Is there anything I can do to help?” asked the man.

“No, I’m quite fine thank you,” she responded, though it wasn’t quite the truth.

The man looked at her with a charming smile, one that could stop a charging rhino in its tracks.  The look in his eyes seemed to melt away all her defenses.”Why are you out here all by yourself on this night?” he asked her. “This is the night of love. You should be with that one special somebody wrapped in each others arms.”

“Yeah, I no longer have one of those unfortunately,” she replied. “I am on my own, though I can’t say I exactly know why.”

Without realizing, she had begun to frown thinking back on all the crying she had done these last three days. She was unaware just how much her sadness was showing on her face. She looked up and her eyes went from a sad and heavy veil to awake and surprised. There, directly in front of her was a beautiful blood red rose.

“For me?” she asked.

“Yes, a beautiful rose for a beautiful lady,” he said with that same disarming smile as before. “There is no reason an angel such as yourself should be wearing such a sad face. If I could meet the man who put such a dreary look upon your feature, I would surely teach him a fierce lesson and then make him beg for your forgiveness on his hands and knees while sucking on the dirt.”

The mans gesture made her giggle. It was as if those words had lifted all the sadness and sorrow from her shoulders. She had not felt this good in so long. This gentlemen here…who needed Greg. She took the rose and offered a sheepish smile as her thank you.

The man looked up to the sky and began to speak again. “It’s a wonderful night out, even the moon has parted and made room for love. I know we just met mere moment ago, but would you do me the honor and be my Valentine,…..just for this evening maybe?”

Holding the blood rose close to her chest. Hands and rose alike nearly were buried in between her breast as her body became tight upon hearing the mans request. She had been taken back by his words. A wave of hope, happiness and excitement began to fill her body. Though she had just barely met him, something about him excited her and made her feel warm inside.

His words were so hypnotic. He was just so charming and he wasn’t ugly by far. The way his raven black hair sat on his head with one strand neatly hanging over. The soft look of his blue eyes which could stop the very fires of the sun. His lips looked soft and very kissable….yes maybe more than that.

She caught herself in her thoughts and let out a soft giggle. She then looked up worried he might have heard her giggle and was afraid he’d think she was laughing at him. She looked up from her rose and her thoughts and saw him standing there with the same charming smile.

“Yes….yes, I will be your Valentine,” she answered. “You are a very sweet man, err…. I’m sorry, I feel so silly. I actually never got your name. Here you are being all nice and I never bothered to even ask.”

“Oh don’t worry, that’s okay,” said the man with a soft laugh as he reached behind his back.  “Who needs names when loves in the air. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the one.”

“Really?” she asked as she found herself again blushing uncontrollably.

“Yes, really and I have one more sweet gift for you tonight. One that will allow that love to fully manifest its self,” says the man in a soft tone as he revealed a large knife from behind his back……….

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Passion For Murder (The Return) p.II

 

 

 

 

 

 

She attempted to limp away, but it was too late. He had already recovered and grabbed her by her brown hair. He pulled her back and kissed her, pushing his tongue down her throat.
“Mmm, I haven’t felt a love this strong in a long time,” he said. “I can’t remember the last time my prey managed to make me feel pain. I normally prefer blondes, but I think you’ll become my new favorite.”
He kissed her once more, again forcing his tongue down her throat.
She bit his tongue in defiance. He pulled back, yelling in pain. Yanking on her hair, he throw up against the alley wall.
She tried to take off, but it was of no use as his knife found its face into her quad. Into her quad, her stomach, her shoulder blade, and into her breast causing her to scream out. He promptly placed his hand around her throat and slowly began strangling her. Not even a single breathe could escape, let alone a scream for help.
He pressed up against her, taking in her scent and inhaling her perfume. She could do nothing but watch as the dark figure seemed to get off on her scent and torment. It disgusted her to levels she never thought imaginable.
She could not figure what she had did wrong. She had gone to church every single Sunday. Prayed to God, never stole and lived an honest life the best to her human abilities. So why, why was she left here to suffer? A play toy for this sicko. She prayed to God. Praying that somehow, someway she would be saved.
“Please lord,” she thought to herself. “Rescue me from this fate. I don’t want to die. No, not like this. Not killed by this mad man. Please lord, help your humble servant.”
Tears began to run down her face. She wondered if God had heard her plea.
Her thoughts were quickly taken by the knife piercing between her legs. Never had she felt any pain like she felt in that instance. At that moment, she knew she would die. There would be no last minute rescue. No police whistle or some knight in shining armor coming to her aid.
Staring down at the devils smile. His hood came up just enough to where she could look him directly in his eyes. What she saw terrified her more than the thought of hell its self. She could not describe the feeling that traveled through her entire body.
Had she stared face to face with the devil himself? No, he was no devil nor was he human. He was something else……..something worse.  There would be no miracles from God on this night.
She looked up to the blackened night sky. There wasn’t a star in the sky, not even a moon to be her last witness. Perhaps that was a sign that God and maybe even the devil had turned their backs on her. She faced the Grim Reaper himself and he enjoyed every minute of it.
As she felt his knife penetrate her over and over again, she gave herself over to the darkness. Yes, she was in pain but it mattered not. She knew she would die with both God and the Devil turning their backs on her for a more sinister being.
She closed her eyes, saying her last good byes to this world.
He stood over his victim as the rain began to fall. The rain always felt so refreshing after he exercised and released himself. He pulled his hood back and let the the rain run through his dark raven hair as he looked to the sky.
He loved the way the night sky looked in absence of the moon. He couldn’t help but whistle a tune to himself as he stepped over the girls limp and bloody body. He would remember her for a long time. He had begun to get bored. The women he kept meeting lacked passion and energy, but this one here revived his love. He couldn’t wait till the next night to passionately make love to his next partner……..
He just hoped she enjoyed it as much as he did.

Passion For Murder (The Return) p.I


She ran, she ran ever faster. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Every time she looked back, she saw this stalking figure behind her. Nothing but a smile peering from under his hood. A smile she imagined the Devil himself would wear.
She ran down the street, unsure of which direction she stood take. Take the alley way? Less likely chance she’d run into anyone who could help her, but it did provide a short cut into the downtown district where many late night bar hoppers would be. Or she could stay on the public streets and hope to run into another human being.
She cut through the alley. She had hoped she could make it to downtown before her pursuer could catch her. In the back of her mind, she began to second guess herself. But, she knew her chances of running into someone in the late hour on this side of town would most likely not happen. She had to take a chance.
She began to scream for help, praying someone would hear her.
“Oh god, someone help me please. Someone please help me. I pray to god, someone please help me,” she yelled repeatedly. Her voice just bounced off the alley walls back at her.
She stumbled, but managed not to fall. She looked to see where the dark smile was at. As she turned, she saw a hand reach from the shadows and grab her by her throat.
He lifted her up and slammed her to the ground. Pushing her in the face repeatedly, her once golden glow turned bright red, flushed and bleeding. She kept fighting, though she felt his entire weight on top of her.
She knew she was no match for him physically, but she knew one thing. She lifted her leg as best as she could and in one swift motion, landed a blow between his legs.
The dark, sinister smile he wore on his face turned to one of surprise and pain. The hand that once held her throat in a tight cobra clutch was now grasping his genitals.
She quickly pushed him off the top of her. Dragging herself off of the ground, she started to run again, but she didn’t get far. He grabbed onto her ankle. A smile turned painful expression was now one of anger and hate.
She attempted to kick him in the face. Her foot hit its mark, but he continued to hold tight. She continued to kick. As she did, his grip loosened. He was still trying to recover from the kick to his groin. It was just enough to where she was able to pull her leg away.
She started to run, confident she would be able to get away till she felt something sharp slice through her leg causing her to stumble. She didn’t have to look down, she could feel the blood trickling down her leg. She was afraid to, but she looked back anyway.
Sitting there, with the grin back on his face, he was holding a knife dressed with her blood. She knew not when he had managed to pull it out, but he had successful sliced her hamstring and preventing her from sprinting down the alleyway. The cut wasn’t too deep, but it was enough to slow her down and stop her from making a get away.

The New Moon Killer (Pryor Intro)

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, lifting up her dress trying not to trip. She looked back, seeing her pursuer was still behind her. He approached at a slowed pace.While looking back, she happened to trip over a tree root protruding out of the ground.
She looked back, all she could was a twisted smile. His eyes hidden under his hood, but deep down she knew it to be the look of the devil.
She pulled herself up and started running again. She usually came out into the fields to enjoy some quiet time to herself at night after dinner. That turned out to be her downfall for there was no one around who could here her cries for help. All the while, a sinister grin drew ever nearer.
As she ran, searching for an escape route, she began to cry. She did not want to die. She wanted to find true love, grow old while raising a few kids of her own and even grandkids.
Her eyes felt heavy, the tears came flowing out. They blurred her vision. So much that she did not see the rock in front of her as it sent her falling face first into the grass.
She laid there stunned before her senses came back to her. Unfortunately, it was too late. She felt the weight of her pursuer on top of her.
He knocked the wind out of her before turning her over. What she saw, struck fear into her the likes she never knew existed. A demonic vision peering down upon. The eyes of the devil with a matching grin.
Looking up into the night sky, eyes heavy from the tears. She prayed to God as the last thing she saw was his knife gleaming, dancing under a moonless night sky.

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“Stop! I said stop god damn it!”

Chasing after the culprit, he nearly ran over an old lady. Grabbing her to keep her from falling, he spins to keep his momentum.
Quickly locating his target, he tries to cut through the crowd hoping to head him off.
“Move damn it, get out the way,” he yells to on-lookers stopping in the middle of the street to stare at him.
Quickly moving to avoid a group of people, he finds himself heading straight into a fruit stand. He lowers his shoulder and barrels straight into it, knocking over the vendors fruits leaving him yelling obscenities in his direction as he went on through.
He had apples, pears and banana’s decorating his brown slacks and white shirt. It just made him more frustrated and he picked up his pace. Seeing his target in sight, he jumped onto a cart sitting on the side of the road and propelled himself into the air.
Looking around, the target didn’t know what hit him before a large figure landed on top him leaving them both rolling on the ground. The culprit tried to fight him off but ended up eating a fist.
“Fucker,” panting trying to catch his breathe. “Made me chase you half way across town. And for what?”
Goes into the culprits pockets and pulls out a wad of wrinkled dollars.
“A few fucking bucks! Do you know how hard people work to make a honest living here and you go and steal it from them! I should kick you ass right here and now.”
He lifts the man up, slapping the handcuffs on him.
“Great and now I’m dirty too as well. I was supposed be meeting my girlfriends parents after this. Are you going buy me a new outfit?”
As he proceeds off to drop his package off at the station so he can hurry home and change, he feels a hand on his shoulder. Hoping it wasn’t the owner of that stand he had destroyed, he turns around to see who it is. Bending down, breathing hard with both hands on his knee is an out of breathe uniform officer.
“Sir, Detective Pryor.” The officer stops to catch his breathe. “I have been sent to find out.”
Pryor looks down at the tired officer. “Sigh, can’t this wait. I’m kind of in a hurry.”
The officer quickly shakes his head.
“There has been an official request. This is from the top, they’re calling in all the detectives.”
Pryor took a moment to take it all in. It was rare for them to call to order every detective in the department. He looked back to the officer who seemed to have regained his breathe. “What has them big boys panties in a bunch so bad that they feel the need to ruin the rest of my day?”
The officers face turned grim as if remembering something he had hoped to forget.
“The New Moon Killer……..he’s struck again.

New Moon Business part II

It could not have been anyone she knew. Most would of called out to her by now. Yes, it was windy, but not enough to drown out someone’s voice. She could not think of who the man might be. She saw the majority of the shop owners who she was friendly with leave for the night hours before she left her own shop. So she picked up pace even more. Unfortunately, so did her pursuer.
She had had enough. She broke out in a sprint. As quickly as she had taken off, the one figure had done the same. She ran as fast as she could but without even turning around, she could tell he was quickly gaining on her.
She sees the end of the street. If she could just hit that corner, she would be almost home or at least close enough to her block to where she could yell for help and be heard.
As she reaches the street and begins to hit that corner, she feels a tight tug at her hair. Without her noticing, the dark figure had caught up to her and yanked her by the hair. He pulled her back from around the corner and slams her up against the wall.
She kicks and tries and fight but he has overpowered her. His hand grasp her throat and lifts her up in the air and slams her once again against the wall. As she struggles helplessly, she notices him pull something from out of his cloak. She squints her eyes attempting to see what it is. Her eyes open wide in cold fear as she takes notice that it was a large knife.
She attempts to scream and fight harder. But to no avail, the clamp he has on her prevents any sound from escaping her mouth. Seeing under his hood, there is a wicked grin that sends the most paralyzing fear down her spine that she had ever felt.
He leans in and begins to sniff her neck, feeling a sense of ecstasy from her perfume. The loud sounds of him taking in the scent and exhaling. She looks around, praying that someone, anyone would come along to help her.
His hand slides up her dress. She feels the cold touch of his knife sliding against her thigh. The icy touch of the knife froze the very blood in her skin. She told for a moment that there could be nothing colder than that knife……..until she looked into the eyes of the devil.
Staring into the eyes of the hooded figure. She did not recognize him, but that mattered not. The look in his eyes were something straight from hell its self. Dread, hopelessness and sorrow all rushed through her at once. And just as quickly, she felt the cold penetration of the knife into her vagina. She tried to scream out as the blade entered her. Still, no sound came out as he kept a firm grip on her neck.
She could feel the blood rushing down her leg. The agonizing pain that she had felt that moment as the knife went in and out. At that moment, she wished for complete death. She just wanted him to kill her and to do it it quickly.
She felt his grip tighten as he slapped her down hard on the ground. He began to choke her out. She could feel the breathe leaving her body quickly. Just as quickly, she feel his blade enter her ribs. And then she felt it again and then felt it yet again. The blade had managed to penetrate deeply through her ribcage.
She was still bleeding heavily from her vagina. Laying in a pool of her own blood and blacking out, she whispered a prayer to God hoping he could hear in her time of need. The cloaked mad man bend down and licked her cheek. He put one final tight squeeze on her throat. As he did so, he stabbed her hard in chest.
As she faded out for the last time, she could feel him cutting her open. But, she could feel no pain at all. She felt sad, but there was no pain. This was it. She would die in the most horrible way possible, but at last, she felt no more pain.
As he sat over the cold dead body of the victim. In a pool of blood they sat. Baptized in her essence and born anew. He looked up into the night sky, his hood falling back revealing his raven black hair. He stands up, looking down on his latest lover. Cut and sliced apart like a precious piece of art. His one night stand, his everlasting lover.
He wipes clean his blade and places back in its sleeve. Throws his hood back over his raven hair and walks off back into the night. Not even looking back at his work, not a care in the world. He looks up into the night sky, clear and moonless. He grins with pure satisfaction, walking into the shadows, whistling a tune to himself.

New Moon Business part I

(NOTE: IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT YOU READ BLOODY NEW MOON BEFORE YOU BEGIN THIS STORY)

She closes the door to the shop, happy to be done for the evening. Normally she likes to close up around sun down, but inventory had to be done before the next sunrise. She puts the key into the lock, making sure she locks both.
It was a cold night she thought to herself. She was wishing she had brought her jacket with her.  Her green summer dress was nice. It hung down to her calves. It had a nice low cut which showed off her chest slightly. Just enough to hypnotize the male customers, but not enough to send the wrong signal. She realized long ago how silly men could be by showing just a little skin. That made it easy to sell them whatever she wanted to.
She put her keys into her black purse. As she turned to walk home, she looked back behind her. She had an eerie feeling. Something wasn’t right in the air. She brushed it off as paranoia. There wasn’t a soul to be found in the street. The business district usually was quiet at night after all the stores closed down.
She begins to head home, wrapping her arms around herself as the wind blows. It blew her dark brown hair in her face. A few strands managed to get caught in her mouth. She stops and decides that it would be better to tie her hair back. It would take her only twenty minutes to get home from the shop, but she didn’t want to be brushing her hair out her face every step of the way.
As she wraps her long back length hair up in a bun, she looks back once again. Something just felt strange and she could not escape that feeling. She shakes it off and proceeds to walk again. As she continues down the path, she thinks of her up coming vacation. Her fiance surprised her that morning with a planned trip to Florence. She always wanted to live there, but never had the money. Together, they had planned on saving up money and moving there some day. And now, for the first time, she would be happy to set foot in the romantic city. It left her feeling like a little school girl. She just wanted to skip all the way home.
She was so hypnotized by her own thoughts that she almost didn’t her the footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly snapped her head back. Nothing there, just wind and empty space. What was wrong with her? She was jumping at shadows.
As she started to walk again, she once again heard footsteps not her own. She takes a deep breathe and refuses to look back. She continues to walk, ignoring the sounds. The footsteps are still there. Now she knows that she could not be imagining things. She slowly looks back again. She is startled by a dark figure walking several feet behind her. They were still a good three buildings away, but where had  the person come from?
The figure had a tall build about them. Probably around six foot. Broad shoulders, probably male. The figure wore black trousers with a long black cloak that ran the full body length. The dark figure wore black boots that were typical of middle and upper class males in the city. They were usually made from imported leather, so only a select few were able to afford them.
Based on his attire, she assumed that he must of been one of the shop owners. He nearly scared her half to death. He was probably stuck like she was, doing inventory as well. So, she kept walking but one thing was bugging her. She could not see the mans face as he had it completely covered by his hood.
She decided to pick up her pace. She felt uncomfortable alone at night with a lone dark figure. As she picked up her pace, she noticed that the dark figure behind her did so as well. He matched her step for step. Now she was beginning to truly worry.
It could not have been anyone she knew. Most would of called out to her by now. Yes, it was windy, but not enough to drown out someone’s voice. She could not think of who the man She closes the door to the shop, happy to be done for the evening. Normally she likes to close up around sun down, but inventory had to be done before the next sunrise. She puts the key into the lock, making sure she locks both.
It was a cold night she thought to herself. She was wishing she had brought her jacket with her.  Her green summer dress was nice. It hung down to her calves. It had a nice low cut which showed off her chest slightly. Just enough to hypnotize the male customers, but not enough to send the wrong signal. She realized long ago how silly men could be by showing just a little skin. That made it easy to sell them whatever she wanted to.
She put her keys into her black purse. As she turned to walk home, she looked back behind her. She had an eerie feeling. Something wasn’t right in the air. She brushed it off as paranoia. There wasn’t a soul to be found in the street. The business district usually was quiet at night after all the stores closed down.
She begins to head home, wrapping her arms around herself as the wind blows. It blew her dark brown hair in her face. A few strands managed to get caught in her mouth. She stops and decides that it would be better to tie her hair back. It would take her only twenty minutes to get home from the shop, but she didn’t want to be brushing her hair out her face every step of the way.
As she wraps her long back length hair up in a bun, she looks back once again. Something just felt strange and she could not escape that feeling. She shakes it off and proceeds to walk again. As she continues down the path, she thinks of her up coming vacation. Her fiance surprised her that morning with a planned trip to Florence. She always wanted to live there, but never had the money. Together, they had planned on saving up money and moving there some day. And now, for the first time, she would be happy to set foot in the romantic city. It left her feeling like a little school girl. She just wanted to skip all the way home.
She was so hypnotized by her own thoughts that she almost didn’t her the footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly snapped her head back. Nothing there, just wind and empty space. What was wrong with her? She was jumping at shadows.
As she started to walk again, she once again heard footsteps not her own. She takes a deep breathe and refuses to look back. She continues to walk, ignoring the sounds. The footsteps are still there. Now she knows that she could not be imagining things. She slowly looks back again. She is startled by a dark figure walking several feet behind her. They were still a good three buildings away, but where had  the person come from?
The figure had a tall build about them. Probably around six foot. Broad shoulders, probably male. The figure wore black trousers with a long black cloak that ran the full body length. The dark figure wore black boots that were typical of middle and upper class males in the city. They were usually made from imported leather, so only a select few were able to afford them.
Based on his attire, she assumed that he must of been one of the shop owners. He nearly scared her half to death. He was probably stuck like she was, doing inventory as well. So, she kept walking but one thing was bugging her. She could not see the mans face as he had it completely covered by his hood.
She decided to pick up her pace. She felt uncomfortable alone at night with a lone dark figure. As she picked up her pace, she noticed that the dark figure behind her did so as well. He matched her step for step. Now she was beginning to truly worry.

Bloody New Moonpart III

The docks were several blocks away from The Birds Nest. The bar was located on Saints Ave while the dock were across town down Williamson St. Not a far walk for Jacob to take, he just wished that it wasn’t pouring rain. He pulled his hood further over his face to keep the rain out of his eyes. The streets were abandoned on this cold night. No one but a fool would be caught out in this storm. That last thought made Jacob chuckle. An old fool he was, still playing detective after all these years. He is suddenly startled out of his thoughts by a sound from a nearby alley.
He stopped and paused for a second. He looked towards the alley’s direction. It was too dark for him to properly see and the rain was blurring his vision.  Jacob begins to take a step forward towards the alley when suddenly he hears a loud bang and notices a flash.
Jacob dives down onto the ground as quickly as he can. The bullet barely scratches his arm as he hits the sidewalk. He rolls behind a trash can for limited coverage and pulls out a revolver from under his coat. The attacker fires off two more shots that miss Jacob before he takes off down the alley.
Jacob peaks out one more time before he sprints out from behind the trash can. He heads down the alley after the culprit. He spots his shooter and fires off a shot with the bullet hitting the wall as the runner turns the corner.
“Damn it I missed,” yells Jacob to himself. “I really wish John was here right now. He was always a better shot than I was.”
He hits the corner in full sprint behind the culprit casing him down the block. The attacker hits a gate and goes over it with Jacob quickly behind him. As Jacob goes over the gate like a man half his age, he observes his surroundings. They were at the cotton factory. That means that his attacker must be heading for the docks which were right next to the factory. This was more of a short cut that many of the kids would take rather than walking around the block.
As Jacob enters the shipyard he can see the ships docked in the background. He has lost sight of his target. The tall piles of crates and containers gave his would be killer too many perfect places to hide and possibly ambush him. So, Jacob proceeds with caution, revolver out and ready. He checks every crack and every shadow. He hears a noise behind him and nearly jumps out of his shoes before he realizes that it was just a cat. As he takes a deep sigh of relief, a figure jumps out from the top of a tower of crates and falls upon Jacob.
Jacob’s gun is knocked out of his hand. He manages to wrestles his attackers gun away from him as it goes flying. The man pulls out a knife from his boot and slashes Jacob in the chest. Jacob kicks his assassin off of him and crawls towards his gun. The attacker quickly regains his feet and breaks off into full sprint after Jacob. Jacob barely reaches his gun before the figure is on top of him.
Jacob turns and fires off several blind shots. The attacker pauses and halts his assault with his weapon held over his head ready for a strike. He looks down and notices the blood quickly coming from his abdominal area. He clutches his stomach as he takes several steps back. His eyes open up wide with surprise as he falls backwards and collapses.
Jacob stands up, gasping for air. He feels the wound on his chest burning, never mind the fact that he was still bleeding from the small scratch he received when he was shot at earlier. He walks over towards the man bleeding to death on the ground. The man is soaked in rain water but Jacob can clearly make out his features. He was middle aged, a balding man. He was missing a few teeth, obviously had never been to a dentist. His clothing was dirty and he smelled as if he hadn’t had a bath in days. Jacob began to wonder if this was the man that he had set off to find.
Before he could finish he thoughts, he hears a loud bang. Jacob looks down at his chest feeling a burning pain. The blood is quickly pouring out of Jacob’s body. He leans back against a crate a slowly slides down in pain dropping his gun.
Out of the shadows steps and tall figure. Dressed in a black cloak with a hood over his face. He releases a slight chuckle, proud of what he has down. His boots made little to no noise as he walked, obviously some sort of expensive leather. In his hand, he held a silver revolver. Quite plane, nothing special about it.
The figure stops over the gasping attacker laying on the ground. The attacker reaches up to him in a plea for help. The shadowy figure just laughs. “I figured that this piece of sailor trash wouldn’t be able to kill you but if by chance he did, things still would of worked out in my favor,” says the figure.
Jacob tilts his head to the side. His mind could be playing tricks on him in his painful state but the voice from under the hood sounded awfully familiar.
The figure looks back at Jacob. “It was too easy to frame this idiot,” the figure explains as he slowly removes his hood.
Jacob’s eyes open wide with surprise as he recognizes the face of his shooter. The face of the young Michael Carter. “Michael, you but why?” Jacob asks in a wheezing voice.
“Why you ask,” Michael begins to explain. “I guess I can give that to you as a parting gift from this world. That bitch Sarah, always so cocky turning down my advances. So many other women in this shit for a town would love to be in her place, but NO! She continuously turned me down. After seeing the incident between her and this piece of trash the other day, I began to formulate my plan.”
Hearing what Michael had said, it confirmed Jacob’s suspicions about who his originally attacker was, Skippy. Jacob figures that he must stall Michael. “Michael, this makes no sense, please stop. You’ll never get away with this. Don’t throw away your life, I can help you,” pleads Jacob.
“Please don’t interrupt me Jacob,” responds Michael. “I know the kind of men like Skippy here. They are bottom feeders and willing to do anything for money and to save their own lives. So, I hired Skippy here to kill you knowing that you would come knocking with the evidence I planted.”
Jacob’s eyebrow raised at that statement and then it hit him. “THE ROPE,” exclaimed Jacob.
“Bingo old man,” answered Michael. I knew you recognized the rope for what it was. I had heard about how good of a detective you had used to be when you were a member of the force. The key phrase being, ‘used to be,” Michael says with a laugh.
“But why, why damn it? You had already killed her when you strangled her, why did you have to tie her up and stab her so many times?” yelled Jacob in anger. It was more so that maybe someone nearby could hear him rather than in frustration.
Jacob begins to maniacally laugh.  “It’s as I told you, she kept turning me down. Me of all people, MICHAEL CARTER!!!” NO ONE TURNS ME AWAY,” yells Michael in clear anger. Michael begins to re-collect himself. I even asked for her hand in marriage and she turned me down. I went to her father and his goons threw me out. This will show them all!”
Jacob shakes his head at the twisted young man. “Color me not impressed Michael, I thought better of you,” sighs Jacob hoping that John would get there faster.
Michael’s head twist to the side. He contains a look in his eyes that gives Jacob the shivers. “You’re right Jacob, I am twisted. At first, this was just revenge but as I stood over her body stabbing her over and over again, I felt this thrill of ecstasy. It was an orgasmic feeling, the knife slicing through her skin. I literally came in my pants feeling this sense of lust as the knife made love to her body,” says Michael as he wrapped his arms around himself licking his lips.
Jacob can’t believe what he is seeing. The innocent man that he thought he once new is now a psychotic killer. Somehow he would have to get this piece of filth off the earth if he can survive this night. He begins to reach for his gun and…..
“I would not do that if I was you Jacob,” interrupts Michael.
Jacob looks up and sees Michael looking down on him with a smile. “Michael, please don’t do this,” begs Jacob. “I can help you.”
“I am beyond help,” says Michael. “I’m actually enjoying who I have become. I’m in love with the thrill. Now you have stalled long enough. Say high to Sarah when you see her.”
Before Jacob could respond or protest, two loud shots are fired off. For a split second, Jacob felt no pain. Things began to fad to black. He was sorry that he wouldn’t be able to see his friend one more time, but he felt even worse that he had failed to bring Sarah’s killer to justice.
Michael stands over Jacob’s deceased body. He breathes heavy as he kisses his gun. He then turns and looks at the dying Skippy who is still holding on for dear life. “I must applaud you Skippy, you’ve got more fight in you than I thought,” says Michael with a grin. He proceeds to pick up Jacob’s revolver. “I have to make it look like you killed each other, that way the investigation ends here.”
Michael points the revolver and fires off one shot into the chest of Skippy. Skippy takes his final breath as his eyes close and he finally leaves this plane. Michael places Jacob’s revolver back into his hand and wraps the fingers around the gun. He then takes his gun and puts it into Skippy’s hand and does the same.
Michael begins walking away from the docks before someone comes across the scene. He removes his gloves and tosses them into the water. As he walks away he whistles to himself a tune with a sly grin disappearing into the dark moonless night.