Hey everyone! Got some stuff to share, but let me start with the Review Replies!
REVIEW REPLIES:
-A bit of a nerd
Haha! Fair enough. And House, no way! I've heard a lot about it and I think I might like it. And I highly agree with you on that one. Hugh Laurie is one sexy guy. ;) His accent kills me. :D And I don't really know what I like to watch. I mainly watch shows from my past...And believe it or not, Tough Katlana has been watching her favorite show as a little girl; Arthur. But then again, I don't watch TV as much as I used to, but if I had to say, the only shows I ever keep up on are Psych and iCarly. I am really into the cool, detective, criminal-psychology, murder-mystery kind of shows. If it creeps me out, then I like it. :) Cause of Death has been my main priority, however. Thanks for the review!
-SVUProductions
You never fail at making me smile. And I'll give you a reason after the replies. :) Thanks for the review!
-But I Have Promises To Keep
"And may the odds forever be in your favor!" I think that's the right quote. I haven't read the first book since last May. And yeah, I noticed that, but decided to keep it in. :) Thanks for the review!
-champagneshowers
Thank you! And extra challenges: The sugar to a story. At least, that's what I call them. :) Thanks for the review!
-maltararox21
I love your reviews...Just saying. :) And a fellow Hunger Games comrade? I like your idea for the hostage area, but I am sad to say that there is much more than just this little killer. He's just part of the game the Kidnapper, AKA 'Gamer Master' has set up. I'll spoil one thing...There are two more killers after this current one. And don't worry, I'll make sure I finish this story. :D And I'm honored to have you as a fan. ;) Thanks for the review! Makes my day!
-mozzi-girl
No problem! I understand how hectic life can get sometimes. And when you sprinkle Fan-Fiction into it, the whole world suddenly stops. :) Thank goodness for the weekend though, right? And you made me laugh with the whole, 'Knowing something bad was going to happen.' I agree, though I do like when bad things in a story happens. Thanks for the review!
So, it's time I told you what I have to share. You guys remember that one weekend where I was very depressed? Well, I thought it couldn't get worse. It turns out, I broke down today...Twice. I blame the hormones, but I was extremely depressed today, hiding in a corner, and crying. No one has ever made me cry at school...No one. It was awkward for some people because no one expects Shelby to break and cry. Like I have stated, I break things when I'm mad or jealous. Most were expecting me to break this architecture building we're working on, but I just sat on the ground and looked at the wall, not knowing what to do. I think there's three reasons for this odd depression. 1. Hormones. 2. Jealousy. and finally, 3. All my actors keep quitting on me and I don't have any back-up actors.
I'm hoping to just lose myself at a dance tomorrow. (Not get drunk or anything...Because my teacher is going to be there, even though it isn't a school dance...) But I just want to free my mind and forget about the movie...Forget about Orange Tie...Forget about all my troubles, and just have fun at the dance.
((Also, we had a guitar group come to our school today and guess what my mind drifted towards...In other words, I stayed far away from them, especially when one pulled out a guitar string to fix his guitar...:) ))
So, when I came home today and my inbox was FULL with review replies, favorite story alerts, and author alerts, you guys made me lose it again. :D I really love you guys, because you're like my third family. I know a dedication isn't much, but I want to dedicate this to all of my reviewers/readers. I freakin' love you guys! I hope you all have an awesome day today, tomorrow, and an awesome week next week.
Read and review? They seriously have an impact on how I feel. And I love them! Thank you and sorry for the lengthy intro!
Mal arrived at the station much earlier than any of the day-officers. This surprised the nightly workers. After all, Mal usually stayed home until eleven, taking care of Daniel. That was not the case today. And if anyone asked, he would reply with, 'Daniel is at his grandma's and it's just Natara and I.' No one suspected anything further than that.
Mal pushed the doors to his office open and grabbed a manilla folder from his desk. It was labeled, thanks to Kai, 'String Theory'. He was determined to put an end to this killer.
All day he reviewed the case and even traveled to the crime scene again. The best part about all this; he felt as if he were a detective again. Maybe he secretly missed his old life; you know, before Natara. He still loved her more than anything in the world, but it seemed true. Mal craved to be a free man again.
The first connection he found within the case with 'Guitar.' Julian was a successful guitar player for a band and the killer used a guitar string to murder him. Mal suggested that this was a deep sign of hate towards the man, but passion towards the guitar. It wasn't until the second day that Amy caught a lead.
"His name is Mark Rock," she said, scrolling through the database. "Apparently, he tried out for several bands. Oh! And look, Heart-Throb was one of them!"
"Mark must have gotten a little too jealous," Ken concluded. "Amy, do you know where we can find him?"
"Yeah," Amy said and pointed to the screen. "Mal, does this building look familiar to you?"
Mal leaned in closer, beside Amy now. Kai let out an annoyed cough and Mal shot him a glare.
"What?" he asked and Kai shook his head.
"I would at least think you would have more respect for my wife. You know, you're just, like, three inches away from her. Do you think you could..."
"Kai," Amy interjected, "Sweetie, Mal is fine where he is. Besides, he would never cheat on Natara and I would never cheat on you. Now, let's focus on..."
"Son of a...That's my old apartment building!" Mal gasped. "How long as Mark lived there, Amy?"
"Let me check," Amy replied and as Mal stepped back, she continued to analyze the evidence. "It says he just recently moved in about six months ago."
"Alright, I'm going to check to see if he's there," Mal said and began to walk towards the exit when Ken grabbed his shoulders.
"No way," he growled. "Mal, you're a broken cop. Your job is to sit at a desk and read paper-work. You're the main man of the SFPD!"
Mal pulled away, causing a sudden jolt of pain in his wounded knee. "Trust me, Ken. I've got this. Plus, I know how the apartment is built. I'll be able to get around easily. And I'll have Niko by my side. There is no way that I can get hurt."
The former detective and head detective stared each other down. Mal won.
"Alright, alright," Ken grumbled. "You can go. But if anything, and I really mean anything goes wrong, give us a call."
"Got it. While I'm gone, I want you to investigate the scene a little while longer. It still feels incomplete."
"Whatever you say, Captain."
Mal had lied, obviously. He knew what was behind the case. He knew what was actually going on.
When he arrived at his old apartment building, he sighed, shaking his head.
"This brings back memories," he muttered as he looked around. The air was chilly, something unusual for this time of the year. Then, he saw it. A shadow moved in the alleyway behind the building. Instinctively, Mal whipped out his gun and followed the shadow. From what he could tell, the person was a teenager. Something was strapped to his back...Something with an odd, but familiar shape.
"Where is he going?" Mal whispered as the teen looked around nervously. He darted into an intersecting alleyway, and that's when Mal took the next step. He followed behind, hoping his knee wouldn't give out just yet.
"SFPD, FREEZE!" he called, a slight smile playing on his lips. It had been a long time since he had shouted that.
The teen gasped and flipped around, a sliver of light shining on him. Mal could tell what the object was; a guitar.
"Drop the guitar and put your hands on the ground, now!" Mal commanded.
The teen shared a nervous glance with Mal and slowly took off the guitar.
"That's it. Now set it down, we can do this the..."
Mal didn't have time to finish his sentence. Before he knew it, the guitar was flying towards him. With the grace of a paralyzed bull-dog, he unsuccessfully dodged the projectile. The force knocked him to his feet and he cried out in pain.
"Oh, you are so getting shot now," Mal hissed as he slowly and unsteadily got to his feet. He looked at the guitar and noticed one of the six strings missing. "You're kidding." He followed in pursuit behind the teen, who was now on the sidewalk, dangerously close to the streets. Mal raised his gun and managed to dodge the passer-by's.
"This is your last warning, Kid!" Mal called. "Stop and I won't shoot!"
"No!" the teenager replied and ran straight into oncoming traffic. Suddenly, the pain the guitar had caused didn't matter. Technically, nothing mattered anymore as a van filled with highschoolers hurtled towards the teenager.
"Mark!" Mal called and the teenager stopped in his tracks and flipped around.
It was already too late.
Everything was in slow motion as the impact of the car sent Mark flying into the back windshield of another, signifying a gruesome death. Cars halted as Mal dashed into the streets and to the now bloody corpse of Mark Rock. He applied pressure to some of the wounds, even tried CPR, but it was all hopeless. Mark was dead.
An ambulance arrived at the scene shortly after. The highschoolers in the van were shaken, but not harmed in anyway. The man who was in the car that Mark hit, had been cut by some glass, but all-in-all, everyone was okay.
Ken tried his best to congratulate Mal on this...Abnormal capture, but Mal shrugged it off. He decided to head home after filing the paperwork that was required.
Near midnight, Mal arrived in his silent home. It didn't come as a surprise when he found another letter addressed to him.
'Well done,' it read. 'I have never seen someone complete a challenge this complex in only two days. For completing the challenge in record time, I am obliged to give you a hint about your next killer. Fairs, rides, and all that good stuff can sometimes be dangerous.
'I am anxious to see how this plays out, Captain Fallon. Oh, and Natara is doing pretty well. She had a series of contractions yesterday, but she hasn't gone into labor...Yet. I would hurry, Captain. My new move will take effect tomorrow.
'Again, well done.
'Signed,
'Gamer Master.'
Mal was barely in bed when he received a call from Bartaugh.
"Mal, I hate to call you at midnight, but Anna just found another body. And let me say...This killing is much creepier than the last..."
