He goes after beautiful girls

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon nor will I ever. *sigh* This story is mine, so please don't steal. Some of the characters I made up, like Lana.

Chapter Four

"Sora, you're late. That's the fifth time," Mr. Aries said.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Aries. It's just that-"

"Save your excuses. You know, there other high school students who would jump at a chance to be in your spot. You are the only intern I like around here. Your writing style and reporting skills are amazing…but punctuality is the key. Timing is crucial. Now, I have a job for you, and it involves your school."

"My school?"

"Yes. I want you to do an article about the death of Lana Telesy. Now, I know you know her, so that should make it easier. Find out if there was anything suspicious about that. And remember, your deadline is Wednesday."

"What? But that doesn't give me much time!" Sora complained.

"Then I suggest you get started right away. Oh don't give me that look. I wouldn't have given you this assignment if I didn't think you could do it. Besides, you wanted something real to write about."

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Sora took out her cell phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?" Matt answered.

"Hi Matt, it's me Sora. Listen I can't tutor you and Tai in Calculus today. Something important came up," she said apologetically.

"And we're not important," Matt said, pretending to be hurt.

"Matt…"

"So what is so important?"

"I just got assigned a real story."

"That's great. Congratulations."

Sora sighed. "Unfortunately, it's a big story. It's about Lana Telesy's death, and I have till Wednesday afternoon."

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Tuesday afternoon…

It took a lot of pulling teeth before Sora could look over the police report. And she had just gotten through with interviewing Lana's parents. It was really heartbreaking to see them…They'd lost both of their children…and they seemed so…so…lifeless. Damn! This was so hard. Sora pulled out her note pad. She closed her eyes thinking about the conversation she had with Kara.

In her head, she could hear Kara. He said he was a friend of yours. He told me not to tell anyone…if I do he'll kill me and Nikki…He asked if I called the police about a rose and poem…rose and poem…rose and poem…

"Sora!" her mother yelled, breaking Sora out of her daze. "Phone!"

Sora picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello," a voice replied. "Is this Sora?"

"Yes it is. How can I help you?"

"It's not me who needs help. It's you."

"What are you talking about?" Who is this guy? If this is Matt or Tai's practical joke, they're dead meat.

"You know, you're getting in over your head. Maybe you should quit before the going gets tough."

"Who is this?" Sora demanded.

"You'll see."

"Listen you-" Suddenly Sora heard the dial tone. "Hello? Hello?" Frustrated, she slammed the phone down. Scared? Me? Well…maybe just a little.

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So…she's investigating Lana's death. This should be interesting. Very interesting…especially when she finds out what happens to Nikki and Kara.

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Wednesday morning…

Sora sipped her coffee as she turned on the news. She always liked to watch the news before she went to school. She settled in her soft couch.

"Eighteen-year old Kara Lerner was found murdered, along with her parents…" The newscaster's voice trailed off.

"Murdered," she whispered to herself. I didn't even get to help her…

The newscaster continued, "It seems to be a chain murdering of young girls. The Valentine Killer seems…"

"Valentine Killer?" Kara's words kept echoing in her head. . He told me not to tell anyone…if I do he'll kill me and Nikki…He'll kill me and Nikki…He'll kill me and Nikki…Help me Sora…

Sora dropped her cup of coffee and gasped. "Oh my God…Nikki's the next victim." Sora rushed to the phone and dialed the police department.

"Hello, this is the Odaiba Police Department. How may I help you?" said the receptionist.

"Hi, I'm calling about the Valentine Killer. I think I know who his next target is," Sora said.

"Hang on a second while I transfer your call to Detective Sherman," the receptionist told her.

"Hello, this is Detective Sherman. How may I help you?"

"Hi, this is about the Valentine Killer's next victim. I know who-"

"Now hold it right there. Do you know how many times I've gotten that same call. Do you realize that you're wasting my time," the detective said angrily.

"Detective, I assure you that this is not-"

"Save it. I had enough with you youngsters giving us false leads. I'm sick and tired of you all playing jokes. Now goodbye miss."

"Wait! If you'd just hear-" *dial tone* "-me out." Damn it! Stupid police department. I can tell they're going to be no help. Looks like I'm on my own. Her hands flew up in the air in frustration.

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I'm sorry folks that this fic wasn't finished in time for Valentine's Day. But hey, I'm working on it.

As for my other fics, I'll continue them. I just needed a break from them.

Is this still intriguing you? Who do you think the killer could be? Review if you like.