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Last Night's Victim...

8:55am. I darted out the door and went straight to the police station.

...

"Goodmorning, officer. I have an appointment of some sort." I greeted.

"Sketch artist?"

"Yeah."

"Make a left and go straight down the hallway. The room'll be on your right."

"Alright, thank you."

I followed the directions that were giving, eventually landing in a room with two men sitting at a round table.

"Hello. I'm here for the sketch artist?" I questioned myself, not sure if I made the right turn.

"Yes. Take a seat, ma'am." He pointed at an empty chair.

I took my seat resting my purse on the floor next to me.

"Good morning-" He basically questioned me for my name.

"May. Thalia Rojas"

"Good morning, Ms.Rojas. Carlton will try his best to draw whatever you describe to him. Be as clear as you can."

I nodded.

Carlton turned towards me, "What were you able to see?"

"I saw-... His nose and lips."

"Describe them, please."

"His lips were thin and a shade of pink. It was in a form of some sort of oval... a mini oval. More of a flattened circle, I guess... I'm not good at describing things..." I confessed.

"Did they look like this?" He asked, holding up the sketch pad.

"Yeah! Just like that."

"How did his nose appear?"

I described his nose to Carlton as he scribbled everything down. His sketch was basically identical.

"And you said you weren't able to see his eyes?"

I nodded.

"How was the hat placed on his head?"

"It was tilted to the front, causing me not to be able see his eyes."

"Like so?" He held his sketch book up once more.

"Yes. Exactly like that, his face was kind of narrow, and he had a tattoo on his face 'loyalty' on his jawline."

I turned towards the officer, "I want this man locked up."

"We'll see what we can do. If we find him, he'll be put in jail."

I turned towards Carlton, "That's all i remember and was able to see."

"That's all I needed."

They both stood up, indication the session was over.

"We'll start our search in the afternoon." The kind officer patted my back.

I nodded with a polite smile.

~

Jahseh...

I grabbed the Fruity Pebbles from the top shelf in the pantry before walking back into the kitchen and sitting the large bowl and the cereal onto the island. I poured the milk first and then my cereal, I dropped a spoon in the bowl and went to sit on the couch.

I grabbed the remote off the chair arm, clicking on the television.

"Rapist on the loose?!" The news woman spoke, "One of his many victims wants him put in jail... Permanently. Officers advise women of mature ages to stay in the safety of their homes until further notice." A picture of me from a surveillance camera pops up beside her.

My jaw dropped as my bowl fell to the ground, splashing cold milk upon my feet.

"Holy fuck!" I blankly stared at the screen.

I sprung up, pacing the floor, "This isn't good! This is fucking terrible! FUCK!"

The news report continued. They showed a short clip of the woman from last night, talking to an officer.

Rage shot through every limb of my body, I knew I had to kill her. Why'd she go and snitch when I specifically told her not to? No worries, I'll find her tonight. That bitch is dead.

8:07pm

I went through my sock drawer, grabbing my favorite pistol, shoving it into my jacket pocket.

Fixing the two chokers that clung around my neck, I put on my all-black bucket hat, pulling my hood over it, just to be extra safe. I know they're looking for me.

I left the house, making sure I didn't walk on main roads. Chances are, the police are camping out there.

I don't even have exact coordinates to her location. All I remember is her making a right out the alley last night. That's exactly where I started.

...

I eventually landed in a peaceful culdesac, which contained about 10 houses or so.

The first house, I threw a pebble at the window and snuck behind the bushes, waiting to see who'd peek out or open the door to investigate.

Seconds later, an old man opened the door. Nope. Not her. I moved on to the next house.

Still not her. Next house, nope. Next house, no. Next house, not even close!

My hopes were lowered by time I got to the sixth house. And the funny thing was, it still wasn't her!

"FUCK!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I quickly ducked down as I heard the latches being unlocked on the seventh house.

There she is!!!!!

She poked her head out, scanning the inaudible street. The second she motioned to shut her door, I sprung from behind the bushes, tackling her on to the concrete step. She screamed and wailed for help as I dragged her inside, shutting and locking the door behind me.

I threw her onto the couch as she tried to scramble up and dart towards the phone. I pounced on her, as her upper body fell to the ground. I hauled her all the way back onto the couch, hovering over her.

"Bitch, did I not tell you to tell?" I growled.

"I-I was only doing what was right! It only takes one woman to save the rest!"

"What a dumb bitch!" I chuckled, "Any last words?" I snatched the gun from mu pocket, pushing it against her temple.

She began crying.

"Not so tough now, are ya? You're not Super Woman, Cat Woman, Wonder Woman, non of that shit, you can't save a bullet from being shot through your brain."

"If you must know-"

"Bitch, shut up!" I pulled the trigger, as blood found it's way on to my face and hands.

"Damn hoe. Won't shut the fuck up!" I said, making my way into the kitchen, cleaning up a tad.

I returned, dragging her cadaverous body down the basement, I looked around until I spotted a meat freezer, which I threw her body in.

I made my way back upstairs, reaching for the door knob until I turned my back seeing the house phone was left off the hook. It didn't have a dead dial tone, so someone must've been on the other line!

I grabbed it, seeing 911 across the screen. My stomach churned and felt like it fell to the ground. I immediately ended the call.

"Shit! She must've called them when she heard me yell outside!"

I ran back into the kitchen, washing my face and scrubbing my hands with the sponge, leaving no blood spatters behind.

Then, the worst thing that could ever happen to me, happened. I saw flashing red, blue and white lights followed by... p-police sirens.

I gulped and quickly flipped the bloody rug on to the opposite side and flipped the couch cushions.

I took off my hoodie, bucket hat, and shoes so it'd appear as if I was relaxing in my own house. I clicked on the tv and sat down as I felt my heart thump through my chest.

And that's when they knocked upon the door. I answered as calm as can be.

"Hello, sir." One of the two officers greeted.

"Hello, officer. What seems to be the problem?"

"There was a call form this house. We heard shuffling and minor shrieks... Care to explain?"

"O-oh, that?" I chuckled, "That's nothing. My wife and I were having intercourse.. That's all."

"Then who dialed 911?" The other officer jumped in.

"It was probably my five year old son!" I chuckled again, acting as if everything was peachy. "Ever since I taught him to call the cops in any emergency situation, he's been doing it all the while. I deeply apologize, sir."

"Mhm." He squinted at me, "May we come in to ask a few questions?"

I sighed, "Sure.."

The interrogation started until I saw the second officer examine the rug. He kicked it up, revealing the bloody side.

"W-What is this?!"