her.

the midnight dropper, the body rocker, eyes squeezing. another day, another body, i radioed the precinct "ay, joe, we've got another stiff. on the corner of main and fifth. same MO as the others" who could completly suck the insides out of 5 bodies. in 2 days. how is this possible? the hardest case i've ever worked on. i leaned near the latest victim, i opened his bloodied wallet, his name was James Monroe, age 25. hmm, all the victims were male between 20-26 this killer liked her men young, who could she be, the only evidence of her was the red lipstain on his cheek like the rest, who was this mystery woman? i stayed up all night trying to find her eyes bloodshot and coffee splattered jeans i woke to the sound of someone screeming a blood-curling scream i ran outside, gun cocked, i see mrs. wilters huddled into a small ball at the edge of the street, i run towards her, shake her small, fragile frame. she points to the side of her house, i run, already knowing, i see the body, i bang my head against the metal of the crappy trailer house, how can she elude me like this?! i make my way to the car. and i wait, i wait until even the sun falls asleep leaving the cold unforgiving darkness in its place, i drive around the neighborhood, waiting, waiting, as i'm about to call it a night, i see something move, something on the side of the road, i turn the car, racing against her, i stop the car and run, cold fingers curled around the even colder gun, i see a small figure hunched over the body of Benji, the neighborhood prostitute, the only one outside at this time, "MA'AM LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I WILL SHOOT!" i yell as loud as i possibly can she turns around slowly, mouth covered in blood, Benji runs, crying. poor boy. I stare, hard. then approach slowly, then i notice something, shes her. no not her, my knees shake, the world is closing around me the darkness surrounding me it can't be her, i fall into the cold embrace of darkness its her. its ida.