Part One:

"Help! Help! Help! Police!" the cry was heard by anyone in a the three block radius. "Help! Murder! Police!" A woman was in the street waving her arms about, yelling for any person who enforced the law. In the distance you could hear the sharp sound of whistles blowing and feet stomping on the cobble stones. "What is it what's wrong?" a neighbor across the street shouted through an open window. "Help get the police! Call a doctor! Help!" The neighbor rushed to his phone and called a doctor. "Please hurry it's an emergency!" his voice was filled with dread and urgency, that made the doctor slammed the phone down and rushed out the door with his medical bag.

Police surrounded the woman, she was in tears flailing her hands about saying "The master. upstairs! Hurry, Mathew's hurt! Man's down! Don't just stand there get in the house!" She yelled at them while racing to the front door. She then flung it open, as the police rushed in and up the stairs. Almost five minutes later the Doctor walked in, and hearing the commotion upstairs went up. What he saw was this. Police standing over a man's body, and questioning another man. A woman cradling a small boy and weeping and a young girl in a corner of the room her body shaking from the force of her sobs. He looked at the man being questioned. A few steps closer to the man and the Doctor recognized him instantly. It was Alexander McRae. "Mr. McRae?" he interrupted "Yes?" Alex looked at the man standing in front of him. He was short, with a peppery mush-stash he was wearing a black suite. "Sir, I'm a Doctor. What can I do to help." A look of despair fell across Alex's face. "Oh. Go tend to my son. Please. He's hurt very badly." He pointed to his wife who was gently rocking their baby back and forth on the floor. The Doctor walked over to them with a furrowed brow. There was blood surrounding the boy and he had a gash in his throat. He knelt down and felt his wrist for a pulse, finding none he shook his head and gently laid the boy's hand back down. Groaning as he pushed himself up, the doctor made his way back to the body at Alex's feet. "Don't bother Doctor. He's dead." Alex looked into his eyes "Would you please look at my daughter? I know she's wounded." "No. I'm fine papa." A small voice said. "Your not and you know it. Let the Doctor look at your side Katherine." The doctor turned to look as the young girl, Katherine came out of her corner, and stumbled over to him. Her once white night gown was now covered here and there with blood. The right side was drenched with her own blood. "Let's have a look see, shall we?" He lifted up her night gown. A gasp escaped his lips when he saw the gash in her side. "We must get you on a table so I can sew that up, or you could bleed to death." Katherine led the doctor and a police man down the stairs and into the kitchen. The police man who had been carrying her laid her down on the kitchen table.
Two hours later, the doctor had put Katherine under anesthesia and her wound sewed up. And she was sleeping fitfully in her parents room, with night's event lurking in her dreams. It was now just after dawn, and the City of New York was beginning to stir.
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"Extry! Extry! Murder in the night! McRae killed!" Newsboys all over New York were hawking their papers and shouting that head line. It had been two days since the murder, that was enough time for the papers to get their story. Mr. Alexander McRae, owner of the largest oil company founded in New York. His home was attacked by the Serial psycho; a murderer who had been roaming the city. The killer had attacked the McRae children first, then Mr. McRae himself. Mr. McRae shot the murderer in self defense. His daughter Katherine had been wounded, and his son Matthew was killed. That is a summary of the article. Racetrack smiled almost sadly. The headlines were good, but at what cost? He moved up the street, towards the bigger, richer neighborhood. "The richies would love ta buy dis stuff." He stood in front of a large house on the corner of 34th and Second. He lifted a paper high, and shouted "McRae murdered, Daughter wounded, Psycho killed!" A small crowd swarmed around him, and by the time twenty-minutes had passed, more than half of his papers were sold. The gate behind him swung open suddenly, Race jumped at the creaking noise. "Excuse me, I didn't mean to startle you." Race turned his head in the direction of the speaker. It was a girl, in slippers and had a robe pulled tightly to her small frame. "What cin I do fer you?" She looked down at her feet, then into his eyes. "Um, I'd like to buy a paper, but I was in a hurry to catch you before you left, I forgot my money." He looked at her blankly "Um, I was wondering though, if you would save me an issue of this paper, and I will buy it from you tomorrow." She said in an almost pleading tone. "How do I know you'll buy it from me?" her eyes glistened, as the sun hit them just right. "Just ask for Katherine I'll tell George -our butler- to let you in." she was turning towards the house. "Wait! Why do ya want dis pape so bad?" She turned her head around to look at him. "Matt was my. my friend. That's why I want it." Saying that she walked up to the door of the house and went in. "Kat! Kat! Wait!" a boy came barreling around the corner and ran into Race sending the papers flying every where. "Whoa der! Slow down an' watch where your going, would ya?!" "Oh, Sorry." The two boys were scrambling to pick up the newspapers, "Uh, here." The boy handed Race his papers. "Like I said, Sorry." Race nodded and began to walk away, as the other boy walked through the gate and up the steps and into the house.
~*~*~*~ Jason shut the door behind him. He looked up at the stair case in front of him. Katherine was making her way, slowly towards her room, George was helping her. He stood there unnoticed. The boy turned towards the great mirror on the wall beside him, he looked at his reflection. A disheveled blonde-haired figure stared back at him. He tucked his tie in, and straitened his jacket, while pulling up his knickerbockers at the same time.
"Thank you George you can leave now." George clicked his heals and bowed, then turned and walked out the door. Katherine watched to door close and sighed. She laid down on her bed and shut her eyes, "I wish he would come. I'm so tired of being shut up in here." "What was that?" She opened her eyes and sat up. "Jason!" Jason smiled satisfied that she was pleased to see him. "You were mumbling. I asked you. What did you say." He sat down on the bed legs crossed. "Oh, nothing I was just talking to my self." "Kat, I think you should see a doctor. Only crazy people talk to them selves." He laughed as she threw her pillow at him. "Hey be careful, I don't want your side to open up. That would be bad. Now lay down and I'll bug you properly." Katherine obeyed, her twelve year old friend. "So, who was the Newsboy I ran into?" "Just a boy who was selling papers. I asked him to save me one." "Why?" she looked away from his icy-blue eyes, they were gazing at her face and watching her movements. "It, I." Katherine looked back at Jason's face. "They ran an article about us and Matt today. I heard him shouting the headlines and wanted one. But I forgot my money," she took a deep breath, "so I asked him to come back tomorrow, and I'd buy it from him."
~*~*~*~ "How do ya know she'll buy it from ya?" "I don't know, for sure. It's just, I don know. somethin in da way she said it. Like it was real important to 'er, so I'se saved it." "An' your going back dere so she can buy it?" "Nah I figured I'd keep it for a blanket! Corse I'm gonna go back." Mush rolled his eyes and left.
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"When I think of a day that's grey, and lonely,
I just stick out my chin, and grin, and say Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow your only a dayyyy aawaayy---" The piano stopped playing and Katherine sat down in an over stuffed chair to pout. "There I sang two songs, Mr. Alan. May I please go with out a lesson for one day? I just lost my brother, surely you have a heart?" She looked at her teacher, he sighed and nodded his head in resignation. "Alright, but tomorrow we will have a full lesson. You can not let your voice go to waste." He picked up his hat and walked out of the drawing room. "Yes, skipping one day of singing lessons will ruin my voice. I can feel the effects already" She sat there muttering under her breath. "It's not lady like to mutter under one's breath." "What do you want George?" she looked at the butler rather annoyed at his intrusion "The Newsboy is here." She sat up and blinked. "Huh? Oh, right. Show him in will you? No. Never mind I'll go to the door." She got up and walked stiffly to the door. She remembered to smile while yanking open the door. "Hello, Mr.?" "Racetrack, Just call me Race." Katherine took his hand and pulled him in the house. "Right. If I can call you Race, then you can call me Kay." He replied yes. "So have you got the paper?" Race nodded a bit and reached for his back pocket, and slowly brought the paper out for her to see. She took it from his hands, and opened to the front page.

Fade out.