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Chapter 9: Blood on Black Silk The gunshot cracked through the penthouse like thunder in a closed room, sharp and final. Alex’s head snapped up from where he had been tracing lazy circles on Victor’s bare chest, their bodies still tangled and slick from the slow, face-to-face fuck that had ended only minutes earlier. Victor’s gray eyes widened in shock. Then he jerked, a wet, ugly sound tearing from his throat as blood bloomed across the black silk sheets right below his ribs.

I'm really sorry miss, I didn't see you,’Alma apologized profusely, it was good that the cup was tight and the hot coffee didn't spill on her. "Can't you watch where you are going you filthy human," Lena said and walked off without looking back. Alma was astonished why she would refer to her as a human but her attention was drawn to the screen where an image of Damien and that of his father was being shown. Up until then they hadn't captured the two. Several mysterious murders which added up to two thousand in the last one year could finally be resolved as the mystery behind it was now unravelled. The news anchor also spoke about the survivor of the ordeal who was still receiving treatment a

That right there is the only reason he wasnÕt buying into the idea that she was hiding something, that and the fact that theyÕd found nothing to confirm such suspicions. He was beginning to wonder more and more as the day went by just what was happening to his town. In the space of a few months, thereÕve been two murders when there had never been one in his whole lifetime. Not only that, but neither murder had been of the ordinary garden variety. Both had been gruesome and way over the top as far as he was concerned.

He was a murderer, a murderer of women, who before killing he cut a lock of their hair, they were blonde or brown, brown, he did not have a specific taste, The midnight killer, the newspapers began to announce, was on the front page of THE SUN newspaper. A man read with interest what was published in the newspaper, he had on his work table many knives and scalpels, a hacksaw, bottles of chloroform and various substances for the preservation of corpses. He put the diary aside, he needed to be careful, he couldn't raise suspicions, people were terrified, they even believed in vampires and other fantastic creatures, like the fairy Banshee, he laughed to himself.

Ruby was already asleep by the time I got back to the apartment, and I was glad for that because I wasn’t in the mood to answer any more questions tonight. I definitely didn’t think I was going to be able to sleep tonight. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph and those images I had seen. It was all so strange, and it couldn’t just be a coincidence. I grabbed my laptop and started searching the web for similar cases. After only a little research, I found some articles that describe similar murders in the area. These were the type of mysterious cases that the Nightwalker police would take care of and there were quite a few news articles on the topic.

MALACHI By dawn, the grim reality of the night’s events began to surface. Reports of multiple murders trickled in, each more gruesome than the last. The police had already cordoned off the crime scenes, but the details leaked out: the killings were the work of a single, methodical individual. Each victim had been mutilated, their hearts surgically removed and their bodies mangled, with several key bones missing from the skeletal remains. The motive was a void, and the selection of homes seemed entirely random, scattered across the territory with no discernible pattern.

It read: "At about noon yesterday, Emily and Tony, the song writing duo recently embroiled in controversy over the use of their award winning song by Isabella and Isaiah Morov were found dead in Tony's apartment. It is believed that the murdered gained access to the apartment at about 3 o clock after which he brutally murdered the two songwriters. There was no evidence of a weapon being used. As at this time, there is no suspect but law enforcement agents are currently working on solving the face. If was also found that a neighbor of Tony's had also been murdered in her apartment. Officers are unsure if there two incidents are related." "I-I can't believe this," I whispered. A feeling of dre

What indicated just any romance, she used this time to base herself on these tales to tell her own stories, where she modified and began to write about the stories from the love letters, sometimes involving murder. In some cases of crimes, where she began to publish these same mysterious tales of violence, she never said that these cases were real. Here and there, for a while, cases occurred in other countries very similar to what she wrote about, but she never reported to the authorities that she received such a product, they were so explicit, sometimes so cruel, it seemed as if she saw shadows and outlines of someone who watched her from outside the walls of her residence. She started exch

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

Her fingers tapped rapidly across the numeric keypad, jotting down notes as quickly as her thoughts. She suddenly raised her eyes and spoke in a sharp tone, the voice of both journalist and curious reader: "How do you explain this, Mr. Prosecutor?! We're talking about the second gruesome murder in the same tower in just a few months… This isn't a mere coincidence. The method of killing itself possesses a disturbing intelligence, as if the killer leaves a trail of..."