III

"L" called Watari upon entering the raven haired detective's lair. It was dark as usual, only the light from his laptop and 4 other monitors illuminates the room. It has been hot all day and so the orange rays of the hot afternoon sun are creeping in between the small gaps from the heavy drapery on the sole window in the room.

"Yes, Watari" replied L as he turned to look at the old man. He was munching on a spoonful of Nutella, the opened jar in front of him.

"The local police department has already confirmed their cooperation for the case. They've contacted the team from the east coast and both are working with the F.B.I. agents assigned to the case" informed Watari who exited the room after seeing L nod in confirmation.

"It has been 3 days since the last one, anytime now" mumbled L to himself as he took another spoonful of Nutella to his mouth. "Who would've thought we'd be in the same city. Dolls. It is really interesting how obsessions can turn into something, despicable."

"I've managed to narrow down my suspects to 3. Aiber and his team should also be able to narrow down their suspect list by now. At one point in their life the victims from the east side lived in the same area downtown. Looks like the culprit, had his eyes on those women for a long time. At the time the women were between the ages of 12-15. Years later the women moved to another city but the guy was still obsessed with them. They were his dolls after all. Then he went after them. I wonder what triggered his desire to do so, after all those years of just looking at them." L took another spoonful and licked it slowly as if to savor every bit of the chocolate.

"I'm sure he lives in that same neighborhood still, despite having left the victims in the city where they currently live. He's a doctor, it shows in his handy works, the way he amputates the finger and the stitches. They have thought of him as a doctor before but they didn't knew where to start looking, also somewhere along the line the blame was placed on a butcher and guitarist, which threw off the investigation" L was so deep in thought that he already halved the contents of the Nutella jar.

"I should always have one of this around" he thought as he took another spoonful to his mouth.

"The one on the west side is probably someone related by blood or a good friend who shares the same fetish. The victims in the west seem random. The connection isn't apparent and vague. Unlike the one on the east who was stuck with blond girls from the neighborhood, this one seems to have his eyes on women who are trophy material. The first one won the local pageant, next was a model student, then a cheer leader and then an aspiring stage actress. The victims are from this city, making it easier to zero in on him. They share the exact same signature and method, this one and the one from the east, making everyone think that they are only after one guy." He started flipping his spoon and catches it.

"There is a competition between the two but they are coordinated at the same time. Days or a week after the one on the east kills, the one on the west would strike as if in reply. I'm sure that the guy I'm looking for is from this city, somewhere." He thought and then sighed. He stood up and slowly made his way out his room, with the spoon and Nutella jar in hand. "I shall ask Watari for more of this"

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"What now?!" Misa screamed in her mind the moment the man returned with a rope in hand. The man placed it down with the other tools in the table. The man stood beside her and for a moment all she can see was his face and the big dirty smile on his lips. He looked demented and rabid.

The man pulled the table with the tools and things right next to the table were Misa lay. His hand traveled from one thing to the other, trying to decide what to pick first.

At the moment, Misa actually felt like the life on her arms have already returned and when the guy turned for a moment to focus on his toys, she tried pinching her arm with her other hand. She felt the pain and was glad to know that at least she can move her arms. She knows that the man can easily over power her, so she should be careful what she does next.

"I really like you, so I guess I'll play with you with my bare hands" He said as he turned to her. Misa pretended to still be paralyzed. He got on the table with her. He parted her legs and positioned himself in between them. With his tongue he traced little circles on her thighs, breathing on her skin, moaning and groaning in excitement.

Misa got goose bumps all over her body. Her heart was in her throat. He pushed her skirt up and traced her lower regions with his finger. He then crawled over her and pulled down her top with force, ripping her dress and exposing her mounds. He ran his tongue over them, pulling down her bra to expose her nipples which he teased with his thumb.

He looked up at her longing to see the horrified look in her eyes. This was an opportunity for her to do something. The moment the guy stared up at her, she plunged her long nails into the man's eyes. One of her fingers damage the man's left eye but looks like he was barely hurt in the other. Still, her attack was enough to send the guy falling off, rolling on the floor with pain.

The sudden rush of adrenaline, due to her success, allowed Misa to sit up. She tried to get off the table but her legs can barely move. The man was already starting to sit up, trying to regain his composure after ripping part of his shirt to place over his bleeding eyes. He was roaring in anger, cursing her and swearing to kill her.

Determined to get out of the place, Misa reached for the scissors in the tool table. Without even thinking about it, she stabbed herself in the thigh. The pain helped return life to her limp legs. She neglected the pain and jumped of the table, still with the scissors in hand. Her body was still weak but she managed to crawl her way up the stairs. She realized that she was in a basement. She tried to push open the heavy door on the ceiling with every last strength her arms have.

Just when she manages to open the door, the man caught up to her and pulled her back down to the basement floor. Her head hit the steps a couple of times but luckily she didn't lost consciousness. Before she knew it the man was already over her but before the guy can do anything further to hurt her she stabbed the guy with the scissors. The man fell beside her, screaming and shaking in pain, the scissor sticking out in his collar bone, blood gushing out of the wound.

Misa didn't bother staying to watch and instantly crawled back up to the surface. After successfully managing to pull herself out the basement, she slammed the doors close. The basement door led to a backyard. Looking around she realized that the place seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. She can see no lights or houses, just trees leading to a forest.

She took a moment to catch her breath and let her tears fall. The early evening breeze chilled her. She held her tattered dress close to her body. Looking up the sky she saw the black silhouette of birds flying in the orange patched dark sky.

"I did it…" She managed to say, wiping her tears from her face. Her momentary relief was disturbed by the loud footsteps and furious screams from below. "YOU BITCH!"came the angered voice. This was her cue. Without even bothering to look back she ran for it.

She went through the forest. It was dark, cold and scary but she now felt safer and better compared to when she was down there in the freak's basement. After 10 minutes of running she stopped to catch her breath. She started to feel the searing pain in her leg, which was caused by her. She also felt something wet running down the side of her head. She touched it and realized that she was bleeding, probably from when she was pulled down the stairs.

When she felt like she can go on again, she broke into a run, forgetting about her wounds and the pain she felt. Finally after 3 more minutes of running she hit the road. To her dismay, the road seemed deserted. She almost felt like breaking down right there in the middle of the road but she reminded herself that the man might still be after her.

She followed the road, no longer running but briskly limping, not knowing where it was heading.

"Please! Somebody help!" She screamed as she started sobbing. She didn't know how much longer she can keep it up. She felt like she was walking for an eternity. The sounds of animals from the forest were all she can hear along with her desperate calls for help in between sobs.

"Mom….Dad….Granny…. I'm sorry… I…." she said deliriously "Help me….I want to go…home…" And then she fell on her knees. Tears, blood and sweat mixed in her cheek. She slowly felt her body falling forward. She can feel the rough surface of the road against her face, the smell of soil and leaves evaded her senses. Her vision was slowly fading to black. The last thing she heard was the sound of an approaching vehicle. "Please….help…" she choked and then she was out cold.

Note: So I know some people say that Nutella is overrated but shit that! Nutella is so 'effin good! I was eating one while doing this chapter hahaha Anyway please do leave a review :) It would be greatly appreciated 3