hey people,

sorry its been a long while since i updated but i did write it a while ago but my laptop broke and deleted everythink. by the way the person 'shelter' is from the book 'stone cold' aswell , if you havent read the book 'shelters' is a man who used to work in the military but was discharged on medical reasons but then decides to kill homeless people.

hope you enjoy this next chapter sorry if it bad :) x

Shelters pov-

I look at the photo that I was given. Yep that's her all right… Claire, alone at last I see. Another victim to add on to my list of killings. I sometimes hear them talk about me; about how evil I am but they should be thanking me, I mean I'm doing them a favour , I'm putting them out there misery. When I say them I mean homeless people. It's like a hobby you see, it has been for the last 4 months, I kill homeless people but I never thought that my little hobby would bring in profit…

Flashback-

'Ouch by head hurts…..the last victim put up a fight' I thought clutching my head.

The door bell rings. I get up from my chair and slowly start walking to the door. It starts ringing frantically. "IM COMING" I shouted 'god who is calling this hour of the night'.i look at the clock '2am great'. I get to the door and fling it open.

Standing there was an old men. Well I wouldn't say old but it was very hard to pin point his age . he had thick grey hair a moustache and huge green eyes behind thick , fifties-style glasses.

"May I come in" he said with a huge grin on his face

"No what do you want?" I said with an annoyed tone

His smile slipped and then he came closer to the door but not over the threshold and then he whispered "well I would tell you out here, but I don't think you want to risk your neighbours hearing about you killing all of those homeless people"

I stared at him in shock "come in" I said and opened the door wider for him to come in.

I shut the door and walked down the hall and into the living room, with the man behind me following my every move. As I walked into the living room I pointed to the chair gesturing for him to sit down.

"What a lovely home you have" the man said pulling a face of disgust

"Enough of the small talk, how do you know?" I said losing my patience

"Know what?" the man said with a sly smile

'God he was going to make me say it' I tried to think what to say and then said "about the bodies?"

His smile grew bigger "I saw you the other day put one in the back of your van... but as you said enough of the small talk, you're going to do a job for me"

"What?" I said just then he shoved a big envelope in my hand. I opened it to find a load of money in it. Just as I was about to get the money out the man grabbed it out of my hands.

"You well get the money when you have finished the job" he said.

"And what's the job?" I said I was interested now.

"I knew you would be interested" he said then hand me a photo. The photo was of a young girl she had messy brown hair and chocolaty brown eyes, her clothes looked too worn and dirty .the photo was took at a long distance and she wasn't looking at the camera meaning she probably didn't know it was being took. "I want you to kill her, her names Claire Danvers, the photo was took only a few days ago so it very recent"

He got up for the chair and started walking out the living room "WAIT!" I shouted at him he turned around to face me "so you're not going to tell me anything more ... you don't even know if I am going to do it or not"

"Why wouldn't you, you kill homeless people and she's homeless" he said and starts to turn again to walk out.

"I don't even know your name" I said.

"Bishop" he said and turned around slowly and gave the scariest smile I have seen in my life "my name is bishop" and with that he was gone...