Introduction

No matter what they say, I'm always guilty. They have no evidence, but I'm a cold-hearted criminal. I killed her. Yes I fucking killed her. I loved it. Every minute of it. Every waking moment I can, I think about that one moment when I killed her.  Her blood was like water; quenching my thirst like only water can.  But then again, this was human blood we're talking about, not some clear liquid.  It was the most arousing experience of my life. Better than the sex; better than alcohol; better than any drug could ever give me.

I fucking killed her. I'll admit it. But they don't need to know that. My little secret is my DIRTY little secret. They don't even know who I killed. I'll never tell. I'll take it with me to my grave.  Only she and I will know. Well, only me. That fucking bitch deserved every instant of pain she got.

I remember oh, so well. Watching her face twist in agony. The screams. The pain. The suffering. The torture.

I loved it.

I wish I could do it all again, too. Every other person I killed was so unlike her. She LIVED to die. It is what she was made for.  Nothing else. She's worthless otherwise. She was my little bitch. My fucking whore. Mine and no one elses.

If only you could have seen her face…

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The man sitting before Inuyasha had done it. He'd managed to commit the perfect crime: kill someone and get away with it. 

Except. This was the perfect crime… backwards.

Instead of having a bloody body and the accidental finger print, Inuyasha had just the opposite: all the fingerprints, blood, skin, hair, and any other bit of evidence ever known to crime scene investigators.  The scene was right behind him. Sprawled out in the field.

"You'll never figure out who she is," he said smugly. The malevolent presence was enough to send chills up and down your spine for a lifetime.  It was like being in a room of death. There was someone there but you can't see them.

Inuyasha ignored the piece of slim criminal and continued looking. For anything. But there was nothing.

"This is just like any other missing persons case," Inuyasha said turning towards the criminal.  "We'll run so many fucking DNA tests your ass is gunna be sore from the amount of rape-age you're gunna get you piece of shit. I don't know how people like you exist. You're a waste of breath.  Someone like this girl you killed could have lived it way fucking better than you ever could you scum."

The man stood icily still.  Inuyasha turned away.  That son of a bitch didn't deserve his time.

"That isn't blood," the creep said, finally.

"Yea, then what the hell is it? Kool-aid?!"

"Just try to run your test.  See what turns up.  No evidence here will work in your behalf. I've made sure of it."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Inuyasha spat in his face. He removed the pistol from his waist and knocked the criminal on the head. "If you know something you piece of shit, you better fucking tell me. Because no matter what you hide, we're gunna figure out what the hell you did!" The man remained motionless.

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Three hundred some miles away, a bright young girl sat on her apartment patio overlooking the edge of the city.  A nice breeze blew through the air and tousled her hair. Her smile reached from ear to ear.

"I can't believe it's time already!" she called to her cat sitting next to her on the ledge.  The large lump of fur purred loudly.  "Buyo you tub of lard. We need to get ready! Or I'm gunna be late!" The girl grabbed the furball and brought him inside and set him on the chair.  "Stay here, I'm gunna go change!"

"Mrow…" came a mumbled sound.

Outside this particular apartment, seven men sat waiting. The leader looking anxiously upward at this girl's room. "Get ready. Cuz we're about to set this baby rollin'," he said to his brother.

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So this is another idea I've had for a while. Not sure how long it'll be.  Not too long, as I don't have too big of plans for it. But I'll throw it out there to see what it does in the reviewing world.

Other chapters will be longer. Promise.

-chibi