Tru went home, and snuggled on the couch at her own apartment. Saving these people's lives was a very good feeling. She smiled, and turned on the news, while she sat eating her dinner. It was 5:45 P.M. She didn't pay much attention, until a certain story caught her eye.

The reporter was saying, "Yes, the killer is still on the loose. Another victim was found with 4 stab marks on different spots of her body. The victim says the attacker was dressed in all black, and had a ski mask on. The killer uses a machete as his weapon, and shows no mercy to his victims. His name is Massacre Matt, or MM. Police are looking for him, but no signs have been seen of him."

Tru started to take all that in, when she had a flashback to 'last night.'

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Tru had pulled out a small note of Lindsay's jacket. It said MM. Did he sign his victims?

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She gasped and looked at the clock. It was 5:50 P.M. The murder was to happen in 28 minutes. Tru picked up the phone, and frantically dialed Lindsay's number. No answer. Tru took off running downstairs, racing against time. She was going to take a taxi, but, traffic was terrible. With that, she ran towards Lindsay's apartment. It was 5 minutes of driving time, and about 15-20 minutes of running time. By the time Tru had reached the complex, she was panted and gasping for air. She looked at her watch. It was 6:12. The murder would happen in about 6 minutes.

She didn't take the elevator. She ran up 6 flights of stairs. Tru knew Lindsay left her door unlocked when she was home. Tru clutcher her side, as sharp pains went driving through it. Lindsay's door was at the end of the hall. And, she saw a man, dressed in all black, reaching to open her door. Tru ran with all her might, towards the man. He had knocked on the door, and Lindsay would answer it any minute. And, right as she did, Tru slammed as hard as she could into the man's legs, knocking him over. Lindsay stared in shock, and Tru got up, and ran into Lindsay's apartment. But, neither were fast enough to close and locked the door.

Massacre Matt came running in, saw a statue by the door, and chucked it at Lindsay's head. She fell unconscious on impact. Tru was all alone with a killer now, and her heart began to race. With his machete in hand, he ran over to Tru, and went forward with a thrust, aiming for her heart. Tru raised her arm to defend herself, and the blade sliced half her arm. Tru cried out in pain as blood began to pour everywhere. Tru did have some atheletic blood in her, and she managed to knock the machete away out of his hand, by kicking it. He glared at her, and jumped on top of her, clutching her throat. His grip was incredibly tight, and Tru began to turn blue as she gasped for breath. The world began to turn black, and she heard a crash. The death grip was released and Tru rolled onto her side, coughing and gasping for breath. She looked over, and saw her brother Harrison, who had knocked Massacre Matt out cold. He saw Tru, and ran over to her side. "Are you ok?" He asked. "It's a good thing I got here when I did. I'm glad you called me." Tru nodded and stared at her bloody arm. She said, still gasping for air, "Call the police. Tell them to bring an ambulance, and some handcuffs." He nodded and did.

Soon, the police had a Massacre Matt in custody, and Tru became a hero in more than one person's eyes. Paramedics stitched up her arm. Lindsay came over. "Hey." She placed an arm on Tru's shoulder. "You saved my life. I don't think I can ever repay you." Tru smiled at her friend. "And, anyways, how did you know I'd be attacked my some man with a machete?" Tru smiled at her, and her reply was, "It's a gift, from my mother." Lindsay smiled, and walked over to the police. Tru looked up to the sky, and smiled. It truly WAS a gift, from her mother.