Chapter has been revised on 21/04/08 to enhance your reading experience.

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Chapter 1

The body lay mangled and broken on the cement. The victim's dress had been torn off and lay ripped in the bloody mess cast aside. Deep cuts and gashes covered her body. Her pretty, pale face was bruised. Her hair was a mess. Frizzed up and soaked with blood clumping the strands together, her blonde hair now filled with sickly red streaks.

Blood was splashed high upon the walls and had pooled out around the victim endlessly, trickling into the gutter as a thin line. The only mark left behind besides the body was a signature smeared on the wall in the victims own blood. It read out the same as all the other victims who had fallen prey to the serial killer who was known as C.R. Underneath it was written Cruel revelations.

Officer Murrue gasped in horror. The girl must have only have been in her teens. Maybe sixteen at the most. The youngest victim yet. This was the most recent victim in a serial killing that was spreading fear through the city.

Mwu just arrived with the rest of the police force at the crime scene. He walked up behind Murrue and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'm sure we will catch him soon. There's only so long he can evade us when the whole countries looking for him," Mwu reassured, though his grip had tightened on Murrue's shoulder slightly at the mention of the killer. "I sure hope we do," Murrue replied, turning her attention back to the crime scene as she watched a young photographer taking photos. "They're all so young," Murrue sighed quietly to herself as the girl she had been watching got up and moved to get a better angle.

The tenseness in the air seemed as thick as butter. It was intoxicating. All were shocked yet another victim had been attacked right under their noses and they were still no closer to finding the perpetrator of these vicious and inhumane acts.

The younger photographer from earlier approached the head office and walked into the chaos. She made a beeline though the mess straight to the room at the other end of the room. Telephones rang like crazy from people who believed they might have known who did this. Some officers were frantically trying to get to every phone call not wanting to miss any tip offs just in case they turned out to be vital to the case. Staff were constantly moving around to each others desks to compare notes and discuss ideas.

On the wall was a large cork board covered in photos of victims, before and after their fate. Also the location, method of killing and other important information were scribbled down on yellow stickies. Next to the cork board was a map of the city with little red pins poking out of the places that the serial killer had attacked. Just now she could see an officer adding the newest pin to the board from this mornings crime scene.

Gently resting her hand upon the door handle of the head office, she turned it and stepped inside. This room was much smaller than the other. It was much calmer and quieter, but gave off a sense that it was much more serious. It held three desks neatly positioned around the room, two of which were occupied.

At the desk at the right sat an almost thirty year old man. He had wavy blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. On the desk at the center of the room was a women with a similar age. She had shoulder length brown hair and orange, crimson eyes.

These were two of the three of this districts top police, who were very well known and feared by the criminal community. They were officer Murrue Rhamious and detective Mwu La Fllaga. The absent third officer was Kira Yamato. The youngest of the group and was admired for his natural talent with solving crimes. He was away working on a case out of town. The small town had requested help from this agency.

"Miss Haw," detective La Fllaga smiled seeing the young girl enter the room. "I have the photos from the crime scene," Miriallia said pulling a handful of photos out of her bag. "Just place them on the desk," Mwu replied, brushing aside some sheets of paper and clearing some room on his desk for them.

Miriallia did so and turned to leave. She had finished her work for now, until there was another crime scene for her to photograph. This wasn't exactly the job she had hoped for when she was little on career day and said she wanted to be a photographer. Her boyfriend, Tolle had often said so too, but it gave a fair pay and she would cope with it until she could get settled into the job she wanted most: a freelance photographer. The only downside was she would often get nightmares and the crime scenes would keep flashing into them. Though they were dying down now.

"Ahhh, the warm welcome of a coffee shop," Mwu smiled walking in to the café with Murrue. It was their lunch break and since it was Mwu's turn to decide where they were going to eat, this was where he chose.

After collecting there drinks from the counter, Mwu and Murrue took a seat by the window, sinking into the soft, comfy chairs. "This is nice isn't it," Mwu asked. "Well, its not my ideal place," Murrue replied.

"Whats wrong with it? I thought you liked coffee?" "Well I did until I met Mr Waltfeld. He gives me coffee so often it makes me feel sick. I don't know how to turn it down when he loves it so much and looks at me expectantly. I just seems rude to do so," said Murrue, looking down at her mug of coffee on the table in front of her.

Do you remember that case. You know the one. It took ages to solve and you had to leave town for a while. When you were out of the picture he would bring me to a different coffee shop everyday." Mwu at this remark began choking on his drink, coughing and spluttering. After he recovered he asked, "you're kidding me. He still is trying to get with you!"

"Don't worry. I don't like him as a lover," Murrue replied giving Mwu a look. "Hey, who said I liked you as a lover?" "OK fine then," Murrue huffed, "maybe I'll except one of his date invites." Mwu for the second time choked on his coffee.

"Come on . We should get going. I think you have spluttered enough coffee down your front for one day. We have work to do," Murrue said getting up. "Stupid serial killer. I look forward to putting him behind bars. Then we can finally breath freely," Mwu said in a dark tone. "Yes. That will be a day for us all the look forward to," agreed Murrue.

His lips tugged into a wide smile that didn't reach his eyes which were usually covered with a mask, but since he was in public he wore a large pair of black sun glasses to conceal the larger part of his face.

He watched as the young women and the blonde haired male got up in the coffee shop and prepared to leave. "It looks like I have found my next victim," he murmured darkly before turning to walk away to plot further how he could achieve this…

I hope you liked this chapter. I did a similar story last year for an English assignment. Though I'm rewriting it from memory cause I never ended up getting it back. Its longer, better written and now filled with Gundam SEED characters. Reviews are appreciated!