A Murder in the Air…….
It was 6:00 and Isabel was getting ready to go to the Halloween dance. She had no date and planned before to cancel any offers. Maria and Liz already invited Isabel to come and go stag, something she wasn't really used to. She usually had some eye candy drooling over her hanging off her arm.
The front door bell rang; it was Maria, well her body anyway, laying on her doorstep. Maria's eyes were glazed over. She shook Maria but she fell limply into her arms. As she tried to lay her down, Maria's top buttons fell open. Underneath was a burnt shirt with a silver handprint.
Isabel began to shake. She ran up to Max's room and they back came down. Her heart beating fast, she called Michael; some alien had killed Maria. She tried to contemplate who would kill an innocent, but the only person they knew who had the capacity to kill someone was Michael. Did he hurt her? She knew they had he and Maria had a nasty breakup but what was a motive for MURDER?
Ring…Ring…Ring… no answer. Michael didn't pick up the phone. Max and Isabel got into the jeep and they went over to his house, the lights were off and the windows were broken. A smell of human flesh lingered into the air and wafted into their noses. The door was locked. Max knocked down the door and in the corner was Michael, or at least remnants of him. His body, his hand over a mark only known as a silver handprint, he had committed suicide. Next to him lay a journal open to a page that read:
The fight, the surge of power, the reason I killed Maria…..I am evil…. I killed Maria…..I am evil…. I killed Maria…..I am evil…. I killed Maria…..I am evil…. I killed Maria…..I am evil…. I killed Maria…..I am evil…. I killed Maria…..I am evil…. I killed Maria…..I am evil…. I killed Maria…..I am evil………………………………………………………