Okay let me start by saying that I have not forgotten about my other story and I'm currently working on the next chapter but I'm kind of stuck on the Lemon part of it, I might just skip it and let you all just pretend it's there. I should be updating "The Last Slayer" hopefully sometime this week if I can get that part written.

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The body was discovered at the break of dawn; an early morning jogger on her usual route had stumbled upon the naked battered body.

The first officer on the scene was an inexperienced deputy that had only been with the Casper Sheriffs Department for a few weeks. The sheriff arrived at the scene while the young officer was losing his breakfast after seeing the young girls body. The local sheriff and the Medical Examiner who was really nothing more than the local doctor were having problems dealing with the crime scene as well. Despite the sheriff's long career this was the first time he had to deal with a crime like this, this was a small town and a very close community crimes like this one just didn't happen here.

The sheriff had his dispatcher call the state police, and the neighboring town asking to borrow their forensic team; the local M.E. examined the body at the sceen noting anything that might be helpful.

There was no ID found near the body, no distinguishing marks to help identify the poor girl. The only marks were those that had been carved by the assailant. The ME speculated that the cause of death was blood loss, but would wait till after the autopsy before issuing an official cause. The body must have been dumped were it would be found, because the crime scene was clean, there was no blood or evidence.

Time of death was uncertain, the freezing temperatures could have preserved the body for days, before it was discovered; official cause and time would have to wait until the body was taken back to the hospital and a formal autopsy was performed.

The door to the office slammed shut hard enough to rattle the frame, anger radiated off the scarred man as he walked through the lobby.

"They've found her, let's go," was all that needed to be said as agents hurriedly followed their leader out the door.

The local FBI was already waiting for the body at the makeshift coroner's office inside the hospital; they had rushed over after the dispatch to the state police had been picked up by one of their techs; this was a case they were only too familiar with.

Special Agent Ibiki Morino head of the Special Task-force arrived shortly after the local medical examiner had finished with the autopsy and was filling in the sheriff as to cause of death, which was at this point unknown. The M.E. had tried to run prints to get an ID but the fingerprints had all been removed postmordeum, they were now relying on dental records for a positive identification. Morino knew, they all knew whose body had been found discarded like trash, they didn't have to wait for the dental records to positively ID her; everyone who had worked the case knew and what was worse they had been expecting the body to turn up.

The examination and autopsy reports of the body confirmed what the FBI already knew; the bruises on the victim's body were the same as the others, the damage inflicted on the torso and the scarring on the back were identical. The cause of death was unknown, but the medical examiner had ruled out loss of blood during the examination. Agent Morino knew that with further testing they would find that the cause of death was an unknown toxin that had been introduced into the victim's body through the various slashes that had been inflicted. The body had been dumped like the rest in a small town, a town that had probably not even known that there was a serial killer on the loose; in a town where the locals all knew each other and something like this never happened in their own backyard.

Agent Morino dreaded what was coming; he was no stranger to violence having served in Black Ops missions before joining the Bureau, but these murders had him and everybody else on edge, the Director had been on his ass, the higher government officals had been on hers; people with those kinds of connections didn't get kidnapped and murdered without the higher ups taking notice.

He cursed silently as the blanket was removed revealing the assailant's signature; confirming what Morino and everybody else on the case already knew. There carved on the poor girls stomach "Quod e nutrit me destruit", just like all the other victims before.

Agent Morino's blood boiled when he thought of the victims. How many did this poor girl make? Twelve, yes Rin Hatake was victim number 12, that's who the poor girl was, even though the local sheriff and Medical Examiner had yet to come back with a positive ID using their less than stellar resources, he knew who the victim was. It had been exactly 61 days since Rin Hatake had vanished without a trace after leaving a charity dinner. Sixty-one days that's how long this psycho keep his victims, sixty-one days of anguish and torture, sixty-one days that the victim's probably begged for death. So far there had been twelve; twelve young people whose lives had been cut short without remorse. Twelve people all of different races and genders, different interests and beliefs, their only similarity was their age group; all had been between 18 and 25 and the only thing that connected them was the fact that they all came from powerful, wealthy families.

There had been no witnesses, no evidence left behind of the abductions; the kidnapper had known exactly what he was doing. Morino and the rest of the FBI were getting tired of always being two steps behind this psycho, they were no closer to solving this case then they had been when the first victim was taken, and the thing that really ate at Morino was the fact that no matter what they did they couldn't prevent the next victim from being taken.

Each new victim was always taken exactly nine days prior to the last victim being dumped in some small out of the way town. The latest victim had been taken exactly nine days ago after leaving a late night study session at his university library. After the new victim was reported missing by his parents when he failed to show for their tradition Sunday breakfast the next morning, it had taken a couple of days to determine that the 21 year old had actually been kidnapped; once that was established the FBI had redoubled their efforts, pushed by the Director and anyone else that her older brother could get to put pressure on the Bureau; the fact of the matter was that they knew, they all knew that Rin Hatake's life had begun to tick away the moment Iruka Umino had been taken and no matter how much money, or influence her brother threw around it wouldn't change the fact that they had been fighting a losing battle against the clock.


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