A/N: Hey guys! This is the first time when I'm publishing a multi-chap story here and to be honest, I'm nervous. Well, I'm always nervous while publishing a new story...

I've almost finished writing this story. It won't be very long, a prologue, eleven chapters and a epilogue. I won't say, what is this story about, I don't want to spoiler. But for sure you think it'll be about iCarlies - and, of course, you're right. ;) A story takes place in Seattle, so there are appearing names of real places or streets; I've never been in Seattle, but I've been helping myself with Google Maps, so I hope there won't be any mistakes. I also hope you'll enjoy this story. :) Reviews are very, very welcomed. :)


Prologue

He follows her, since she has come out from Westlake Center, carrying two large bags with bought stuff. What did she bought? Clothes, shoes, purses? He likes to think about his girls' lifestories, what they like to do in their freetime, what music they listen to. His girls, that's how he calls them, although usually he doesn't speak to them. There are boys too, he must admit it, althought meetings with them are a little less nice. However, after them he feels fulfilled almost on the same level. He likes quick actions instead of long foreplay.

He likes to look into his victims' eyes, when the life comes out of them.

The girl probably lives in Capitol Hill, because she goes across Volunteer Park. It's dark already, after 10 p.m., and the girls goes alone across deserted park. Foolishly.

He runs up to her without any sound, like a wild animal on a hunting. Violently grabs her arms and turns her around. For a while she looks at him with wide-opened eyes. Her eyes are amazing, a colour of dark honey, surrounded by long eyelashes. He covers her mouth by hand, before she will be able to make any sound. He has been doing it so many times that he knows victims' reactions perfectly; he knows that he has got that few-seconds advantage, before surprised victim screams.

He drags her to the nearly bushes. The girl yanks, but she is too weak to manage to beat him. Her desperated attempt to escape makes him excited even more, he loves to feel under his hands body's in a trap desperated moves . But it is nothing comparing with a great final...

A knife flitters in his hand and a little moment later he immerses it in the girl's larynx. She grunts wildly and droops, a blood squirts from her throat and it stains a ground they stand on. He grabs the girl's jaw and turns her face to himself, looks deeply at her beatiful, honey eyes, which becomes turbid more and more. There is a euphory and triumph inside him, as always he looks at the life coming out from his victims. He barely refrains from laughing, which is gathering in his throat.

The girl yanks last one time, but she already knows she won't escape. This one, well directed hit knocks her down, she is nocauted. He looks at her eyes until the very end, when the last jot of life comes out her body. Her eyes become cold and empty, and he is fulfilled. Panting, he throws the girl's body on the ground supine to make wide cut on her throat more noticeable. For a long moment he enjoys looking at the girl with honey eyes, which freezed in fear and then, without any voice again, he runs away to her.

Murdering someone makes him very happy as usual, but this time he feels a little insatiable... Random victims become too easy. He needs something more, something more difficult, he wants to raise a bar. And then an idea comes to his mind. Yes, it would be difficult, but it would shock all Seattle and maybe even more than Seattle... A sly smile appears on his face, when he is running back to his hideout.