A/N: Hi! So this is just the prologue of a story I'm thinking about doing. I have another chapter written up, but I don't know about it yet. If you would be interested in reading this, please let me know!
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Prologue
It wasn't supposed to end like this. She wasn't even supposed to be there. The call came in just before her shift ended and she couldn't resist. She should have just left. Gone home, made dinner and gone to bed but she loved her job. Despite protests, she did what she wanted. She went to the scene anyway. If there was a chance she could help, then she would and no-one was going to stop her.
It should have been an open and shut case. They'd practically solved the murder before they had even left the scene. A passing office found the victim and the killer in an alley not far from the precinct. The killer lay passed out drunk a few feet away from the body, the bloody knife was still in his hand. The cards had fallen in their favour. All they had to do was fill in the blanks.
Was it a planned hit? They didn't know. 3 shots were fired from a speeding car. No-one saw it coming. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time and now she was fighting for her life.
Her body quickly slumped to the floor, releasing an ear-piercing scream. Her white shirt quickly turned dark red just over her hip bone. The bullet went straight through, leaving a dent in one of the dumpsters. Her head hit the floor with a crack. Blood continued to flow out of the open wound. A crowd of people quickly surrounded her, doing everything they could to save her. Doing everything they could to stop the life draining from her body.
Stella.