A/N: Hi! Okay, explanitions... I wrote the original chapter so you knew I
wasn't dead. This is the funny re-write. I may do a sequel, but I want a
vote. One person will be the target of a freakier serial killer then
Deathstar. Sara or Greg. Pick please! Thanks SO much for reading this!
Dis- I own Sam. And The Hartshornes. Happy? I'm not.
The next week, Sam was talking to Holmes.
"Holmes, five girls are dead. You have any clue that might help? Even a theory? Please?" She asked. She got a fool proof plan.
"I might get an e-mail..." Holmes jumped guiltily. He WAS responsible for her problem last year.
"That cloth was cut with pruning shears. The last three were hearts."
Sam's eyes went wide. "Holmes..."
"What?"
"What was your description of him?"
"A male, over five and a half feet tall, not married, not skinny, with red hair. Why?" Holmes asked.
"Miss Hartshorne was five seven, red haired, and had a twin brother." Sam was shaking.
"Sam, maybe we should go back to London," I was worried for her. Miss Hartshorne had kidnapped and nearly killed Sam last year. It was all over the news. So was Sam's picture. She was right on all counts. Then a horrible thought struck me.
Sam might be the next target.
"No way. I will not let that (deleted) win. You know he'll follow us back to London. And he might hurt Molly." Her words stung. My little sister was extremely curious, and she would be an obvious target.
"So what do we do?" I asked.
"It's what I'll do," Sam said. She logged on the internet.
My plan was simple. I can just find Miss Hartshorne's birth certificate and trace her brother though her parent's names. Twenty minutes tops.
I grinned as the certificate came out. Richard Devon Hartshorne, age twenty- three.
"This will help." I smiled. Bingo.
Little did I know that I would soon have no reason for smiling. None at all...
A/N Dun dun dun... Like, dislike? Tell me! Oh, by the way, this is almost over. But, I will have a sequel, Dark Intentions.
But...
...only...
...if...
...you...
...REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dis- I own Sam. And The Hartshornes. Happy? I'm not.
The next week, Sam was talking to Holmes.
"Holmes, five girls are dead. You have any clue that might help? Even a theory? Please?" She asked. She got a fool proof plan.
"I might get an e-mail..." Holmes jumped guiltily. He WAS responsible for her problem last year.
"That cloth was cut with pruning shears. The last three were hearts."
Sam's eyes went wide. "Holmes..."
"What?"
"What was your description of him?"
"A male, over five and a half feet tall, not married, not skinny, with red hair. Why?" Holmes asked.
"Miss Hartshorne was five seven, red haired, and had a twin brother." Sam was shaking.
"Sam, maybe we should go back to London," I was worried for her. Miss Hartshorne had kidnapped and nearly killed Sam last year. It was all over the news. So was Sam's picture. She was right on all counts. Then a horrible thought struck me.
Sam might be the next target.
"No way. I will not let that (deleted) win. You know he'll follow us back to London. And he might hurt Molly." Her words stung. My little sister was extremely curious, and she would be an obvious target.
"So what do we do?" I asked.
"It's what I'll do," Sam said. She logged on the internet.
My plan was simple. I can just find Miss Hartshorne's birth certificate and trace her brother though her parent's names. Twenty minutes tops.
I grinned as the certificate came out. Richard Devon Hartshorne, age twenty- three.
"This will help." I smiled. Bingo.
Little did I know that I would soon have no reason for smiling. None at all...
A/N Dun dun dun... Like, dislike? Tell me! Oh, by the way, this is almost over. But, I will have a sequel, Dark Intentions.
But...
...only...
...if...
...you...
...REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!