Chapter 1:

Everything changed the day I met him…. My life changed forever I can never go back. I can never undo or forget the things I seen and the things I did. I lost my family and my friends because of him…. This is the story of how I died.

It was a chilly day in Sunderland and Mr Sinclaire was sitting in his office….

"Mr SinClaire, there is another body been found sir, this one is different yet again to the rest." I sigh this is the third body been found since my little girl went missing. I will find my little girl if it is the last thing I do. She has been missing for about 3 weeks now, she disappeared before these bodies' started showing up. I'm always so worried when they say they have found another one that it's my little girls.

"Thanks Carl for the update, can you take me to where they found the body? Also do you have the paper work for it? I would like to have a look before we go over" The cold winter air was starting to set in, when they both left the office. Even with their thick coats and boots on the chill still managed to get in. They looked around, before heading over the grass filled walk. It had been a while since they last had someone come and clean the path, now it was more grass then stone. When they walked they could feel the stones under their feet move. The grass still had fresh dew drops from the morning frost, which was setting in with the cold winter wind. They hurried to the car trying to avoid getting even
colder…

They open the car door, which let out a loud creak, from been so cold. The inside was still damp from the condensation, which had been sitting inside the car from the night before. They hurried to move the paper work, and other items that where in the car so they could sit down and hit the road faster. They turned the car's heating system on and the seat warmers. The condensation that was clinging to the window was now starting to let up with the heat from the car.

They walked across the forest floor, the twigs below their feet cracked loudly with every step. The stones and rocks moved with them. A sleeping owl in an over head tree, heard them getting near. With a loud cry, he flew from the tree. Knocking a few tree stray branches and acorns with his long slender wings crashing down to the ground below him. Mr. SinClaire, let out a loud gasp… as an acorn narrowly missed his head. Carl looked up to the sky, to see if he could find the bird which had flown from the tree. After seeing the owl head over to another tree, they continued to walk to where they could hear people talking. They heard brief conversations going on about the body before they seen it… This body is defiantly different to the rest it is covered head to toe in what looks like black permanent marker. Whoever did this was rather annoyed at them. The words "slut, whore, fat ass, bitch" and many others covered the body. There was also some carved into the skin and both wrists where slit. This victim was a young female; so far we have had two females and one male. Each victim is different from the next.

The first victim was hard to tell, her wrists were slit and so was her neck, she had been marked all over her body with scratches and looked like she had been fighting. There was a suicide note next to the victim, saying she had done many things wrong and wanted to change, but couldn't find a way and this was the only way she could see. The next was a young male; again his death was hard to tell. He was known for doing drugs and playing people about he was also known to be into big trouble. His death looked like it was broken ribs which had gone into his lungs that had killed him or maybe the injury's to the face. His teeth where gone he had been kicked in the face a lot and it even looked like they may have stood on his head to. Now our newest victim, a dyed blonde haired young woman. Covered head to toe in writing and some even carved into her. She was a pretty young girl but dressed rather unwell. She was wearing very short shorts and a vest top that didn't leave much to the mind. She also looked like she hadn't been eating well or even washing well lately. He cuts where fresh and so where her marks. This is something I will have to look into. God I hope my daughter is safe where ever she is. I just wish she would contact me. All the bodies had been spread about, and the murder or murders was very cleaver in how they killed them. There was no sign of evidence, which they could use to tell who the murder was. Or why they were doing it. All they knew was the background of the bodies they had found.

A/N:

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