Chapter 4
Lt. Donald Thompson stood over the table that had what was left of Tina on it.
He took the sheet from over her slashed up torso and asked the doctor:
"What could of done that?"
"I don't know." The coroner said. "What ever was used to slash this girl was very hot almost on fire."
"Fire?"
"Yes it was so hot it burned the cuts, in a way that looks like what ever was used was burning, the wounds burned and her blood boiled."
"Anything else?" Lt. Thompson asked.
"Yeah. Nancy was there."
He turned, and began to walk out the room when the coroner said:
"One more thing."
"What?"
"her hair had turned white..........before death."
Nancy sat in the interview room next to her mother.
Donald walked in.
"What were you doing there?"
"She didn't want to sleep alone, she'd had some bad dreams."
"About what?"
"This guy in a yellow sweater."
Donald and his wife looked at each other knowing more than they were letting on.
"Where can I find Rod Lane?"
"I don't know daddy."
Rod ran down the street his hoody soaked from the rain.
He could feel the fear washing over but he didn't kill Tina.
A group of three young lads dressed in track suits walked up to him.
"You okay."
"Yeah, yeah fine." Rod said.
"Nice trainers."
One of them moved behind him and hit him across the back of the head with a the lid from
a metal trash can and kicked him across the face
"Take the trainers."
Rod fell into a deep dark pit and landed on his feet in a boiler room.
"No. not again." He panted.
Rod was sweating, his heart was pounding so hard he thought it burst out of his chest.
Freddy crawled up to him.
This freddy had the legs of a spider and a normal burnt body.
Flames covered the blades on his left hand.
"I'm not afraid of you." He said as it crawled up the wall. "Your nothing I don't belive in you."
"You don't have to." Freddy said jumping down from the roof and landed ontop of Rod.
He spat in Freddy's face.
Freddy cut both of his eyes out with the blades from his burning glove.
Donald ran into the alley and pointed his revolver at Rod, who turned round reveiling his cut eyes.
"Kruger."
"Help me!" Rod screamed as he burst into flames and fell into a pit that opened in the alleyway.
Blood gushed out of the pit and Donald screamed.