Chapter 1

The street was dark and deserted. There was nothing out of the ordinary except the unusual darkness. This suburb was full of the richest people in Los Angeles. There was nothing but huge mansions that had three floors or more, not including the basements. This community was the most beautiful around. The clock in the town square tolled out midnight and there was a blood-curdling scream that echoed for miles in the still air.

He was like a shadow—unknown and yet, always there. His cold, blue eyes scanned the terrian in the room. No one was in his presence. Good, she's alone.

Everything was in perfect order; nothing could be more simple. He slowly walked through the living room with ease. His hands panned out around him, trying to get his blind vision adjusted to the dark. He couldn't use the flashlight; she would know.

Just a duty, he thought as he padded the old sofa, A duty that could make me worthy. Yes, it will be just a second into tomorrow. The man from Channel 8 said it will be a beautiful tommorow. A tomorrow no one will forget. Until then, I will, not am, be worthy.

A small grin quickly appeared on his smooth cheeks. He shaved with his best razor for the occiation; he always did.

When he reached the stairs, it looked like a laughable challenge. None of his victims' homes had a second floor until now. She thinks she can hide upstairs? Oh please, Elly. It's me, Jay. He placed his left boot onthe first flight to correct himself. That's right, Elly, you don't know me. Don't worry, our first meeting will be the last parting and the, I will be worthy to everyone. His smile stretched wider, and he began to climb.

It was nothing like he imagined. He figured the house would smell like old furniture, and the odor of cheeap, women's perfume. When he did reach to the top, he bent down to drop the flashlight. He was wrong. There was a warm, quiet essence that could invite the most evil form. That's why I'm here.

As he pulled a pair of new leather black gloves from inside his boots, he examined the carpet. The soft texture would feel great under his toes. But there was no time—tomorrow will come soon.

Jay grabbed the flashlight, and preceded to his duty. Looking around the area, he found out he was in a small hallway. He pulled the gloves over his thick fingers until they were comfortable. It was still quiet as time quickly ticked away. The pure white walls felt as if they were way to close together. More or less, moving to crush his limber body. He swallowed the tasteless spit to push away the paranoia. Trying to take a deep breath, his lungs didn't want the oxygen. His skin began to perspire as being closed off and smashed into nothing entered his thoughts.

Closing his eyes and touching the parallel walls, the emotion quickly melted away. He walked to the last door, feeling the cold knob from his shaking fingers. Jay exhaled, opened his eyes, and grasped the handlge to get a grip of the metal and himself.

Before twisting it, another thought came to him. Do you think it's wrong that I didn't comb my hair? He ran a free hand throught the dark, thick mess and continued. Considering it's the fashion these days, maybe Elly wouldn't mind. Satified, he turned the knob, and gave a gentle push, but suddenly stopped. What am I thinking?! She must at least 75. I really should've brushed it. I hope she can forgive me. And with that, the door was pushed opened until the handle hit the wall.

Jay considered if he should wake her up, but then decided she would on her own. He gazed through the darkness to the bed acroos him. He looked at Elly and thoughtto himself, Wow, she looks so peaceful. He walked around to get the courage to do his job.