Maybe it was the way he took his time to study the case. Maybe it was the first impression seeing dead Becky gave to him, but he showed even more zeal in exposing the culprit behind the deaths, no matter the cost.He was getting ready for the end of his shift, had gone to get a burger and juice, not doughnuts, those are for patrol police. His phone began to chime.“Hello, Detective Jones here, who am I speaking with?”“Hi Jones, would you like to find the culprit behind Becky's murder.”He first thought this was a silly joke. Who would wake up one morning to point out a killer the whole city had been searching for?“Yes,” there's no crime in wanting to know what they had to say.“Then I think you will love to see this,”He recognised the voice almost immediately, Andre.

Andre's POVI had made the deal with the devil, yes, I know that. But sometimes, the devil can be a faithful ally considering you have other demons out there hunting you. The question I couldn't figure out was, why me? Why come for a low-class writer who is confined by the chains of the world and is yet to even have his own bloody life in place. I was caught up in things I couldn't understand, set up by someone, my best friend. Maybe I should storm into her house, choke her till she confessed. Do I even want her locked up? Do I want the secret that I had kidnapped her in the first place, out in the open? My thoughts rampaged through all nerves and cells, dissolving me into a world covered in uncovered mysteries. Could I really be the killer? I don't find myself capable of doing such but I also never found myself capable of kidnapping and worse of all, the thoughts I have now, the urge to rip Christy off her skin and spread them out on the

Paul's POV:The scorpion in its stealth-ness rose inside me, coursing through every vein till it settled in my lungs, choking me of every good breath and left me with only the furious flames burning deep inside my heart. My throat hitched from the burning desire. Flashes of her face-my daily nightmares. I stared into her eyes, Rebecca, her skinny dark hair, the only dark-haired I ever loved. "Rebecca," I pressed my hand tight against her neck, further the crushing every bone refraining me from stripping her lungs of every oxygen left inside. Her fingers dug into me, crashing off the first layer of my skin, bleeding-reminding me of the pain I felt that day. "yes, peel my skin off just the way you did my heart, you Nasty creature."I continued pounding deep into her, choked and licked her till her gasps and struggles halted. Her hands slowly sliding into thin air.

Hi Andre, I’m sorry but I have to go. This is for both of us, and I know how cliche that sounds. I am even stupid thinking you will waste your time reading this but I will have to send it since I already typed them. Remember how I told you I am a lawyer? Yes, your late-night screams and nightmares haunting through the night and day. I decided to dig further and before you say I invaded, I know I did, but I did it so we can have a future. Yes, I found your demons, the death of all your exes and as much as I hate for that to happen to me, I have to find out about you, I sent a copy to you already. I get it now, the insecurity about your childhood and the secrecy about your life. I understand.  As a boy, you had an acci

The wind was thick and cursing. The sun blazing hot as blaring sound of sirens and chaos filled the air. Reporters gathered around the crime scene with their microphones and operation vans alongside police vehicles driving in and out. The place he once called home, now a scene for strangers and reporters.“We are gathered here at the crime scene of more than one death as...” “It is no new news that our young ladies have been dying, with the help of certain detectives, the criminal was discovered unfortunately he fled before he could be apprehended.” “you are staring at the home of Mister Andre Green, in other words, the crime scene for numeric deaths.” Andre slowly escaped from the crowd