"The Suicide King is a famous serial killer or crime lord here in Detroit. He has never been caught and only leaves a hand-painted playing card as his mark. The King of Hearts also known as "The Suicide King" is his trademark. The Suicide King's first victim, Kali Graves, was killed last night ten years ago. Now once again, on October 30, he has claimed two more victims. Twenty-one years old Faith Angell and twenty year old Conner Drakens were found slain in their sixteenth-story apartment. Exact details have not yet been released concerning their deaths. One of the officers on the scene of the crime did comment that it was a good thing today was Halloween for Ms. Angell." Lane Clark reported before Nicholas Graves cut off the year-old recording of her October 31 broadcast pertaining to Faith Angell and Conner Drakens' deaths.
"Why did she have to mention my sister?" he asked himself silently His sister Kali died from multiple-multiple stab wounds at the hands of The Suicide King. Eight years after her death he became a homicide detective to find The Suicide King. So far, he hasn't had any luck.
Nicholas let out a long sigh while he laid back against his pillow and drifted off to sleep. His sleep gave way to an omen in the in the form of a nightmarish dream.
Nicholas found himself staring at the stars as if it would be the last time he would ever see them. His back leaned against the door of an abandoned church near his home. It seemed as if he was waiting for someone to leave the church.
Three gunshots and a blood-curdling scream broke the dream-state silence. The sounds came from just behind the door he leaned against in the cold night air. Without a second thought, he ran through the church doors. His eyes beheld the sight of two young women lying in a puddle of crimson blood.
One of them had the face of an angel while the other wore a nightmarish mask, Faith Angell. Before he could take another step further, he heard the clicking of a metallic object. He looked into the shadows but his eyes couldn't penetrate the darkness. A small flame appeared near the alter illuminating the Zippo from which it burned.
Nicholas cautiously stepped toward the alter, all his senses on high alert. Quickly glancing around he lifted the Zippo up. With one glance, he instantly knew whom it belonged.
"This was Kali's favorite Zippo." Nicholas whispered aloud to himself. (Their father had given it to Kali right before he died. Nicholas couldn't remember what happened to their father; but he did remembered how Kali would never let the Zippo out of her sight)
"Your sister was very lovely, Nicholas, and so were your new friends." a male's voice called out from the shadows.
"Who's there?" Nicholas quickly asked while removing his .45 pistol. He was sure the voice belonged to "The Suicide King".
The only answer Nicholas received was two gunshots directly to his heart. A face of a man flashed before his eyes as he fell to the ground in indescribable pain. Relief soon came in a void of darkness. He slowly floated in this darkness before sleep would slip off him like a blanket falling to the floor. The message of the dream was unclear to Nicholas. He did believe that the appearance of Faith Angell meant her death would soon be justified but how he didn't know. His subconscious also believed that his time was coming soon.
"Why did she have to mention my sister?" he asked himself silently His sister Kali died from multiple-multiple stab wounds at the hands of The Suicide King. Eight years after her death he became a homicide detective to find The Suicide King. So far, he hasn't had any luck.
Nicholas let out a long sigh while he laid back against his pillow and drifted off to sleep. His sleep gave way to an omen in the in the form of a nightmarish dream.
Nicholas found himself staring at the stars as if it would be the last time he would ever see them. His back leaned against the door of an abandoned church near his home. It seemed as if he was waiting for someone to leave the church.
Three gunshots and a blood-curdling scream broke the dream-state silence. The sounds came from just behind the door he leaned against in the cold night air. Without a second thought, he ran through the church doors. His eyes beheld the sight of two young women lying in a puddle of crimson blood.
One of them had the face of an angel while the other wore a nightmarish mask, Faith Angell. Before he could take another step further, he heard the clicking of a metallic object. He looked into the shadows but his eyes couldn't penetrate the darkness. A small flame appeared near the alter illuminating the Zippo from which it burned.
Nicholas cautiously stepped toward the alter, all his senses on high alert. Quickly glancing around he lifted the Zippo up. With one glance, he instantly knew whom it belonged.
"This was Kali's favorite Zippo." Nicholas whispered aloud to himself. (Their father had given it to Kali right before he died. Nicholas couldn't remember what happened to their father; but he did remembered how Kali would never let the Zippo out of her sight)
"Your sister was very lovely, Nicholas, and so were your new friends." a male's voice called out from the shadows.
"Who's there?" Nicholas quickly asked while removing his .45 pistol. He was sure the voice belonged to "The Suicide King".
The only answer Nicholas received was two gunshots directly to his heart. A face of a man flashed before his eyes as he fell to the ground in indescribable pain. Relief soon came in a void of darkness. He slowly floated in this darkness before sleep would slip off him like a blanket falling to the floor. The message of the dream was unclear to Nicholas. He did believe that the appearance of Faith Angell meant her death would soon be justified but how he didn't know. His subconscious also believed that his time was coming soon.