DISCLAIMER: Woohoo! Another long awaited for chapy! does a little dance This one's very short, but suspenseful and there is already a much longer, kinda cute and descriptive chapter almost finished! Yeah! So, before you all decide to kill me or give up on this story (Please don't! o.O) here is the next chapter!
"Tragedy struck last night when the mangled body of nineteen year old Sheridan Lee was found on display in Central Park. The teen had been missing for twenty-eight hours when a New York resident walking his dog came across the body. The man and his dog are currently being held for questioning. The NYPD is not releasing any more information at this time.
"In other news-" The sickeningly sweet voice died with a click, the perfectly made up face of the woman reporter fading to a small dot before being replaced with darkness.
An excited chuckle filled the small, dark apartment. "She paid." The owner of the chuckle said. He took a long drink from a soda bottle, frowning as the nonalcoholic beverage failed to satisfy him. Why did I stop drinking? He questioned himself.
He dropped the bottle, ignoring it as it spilled onto the threadbare carpet, and stood. In a jerky, flurry of movement almost unperceivable by the human eye, he stood in front of his bulletin board. In the lower left corner was a blurry snapshot of a girl looking suspiciously like Sheridan Lee, a large red X across her face and the number one on her forehead.
"You're next." He said happily, stroking a very attractive picture of a raven haired girl in a loving manner. "Soon… Together again…" He laughed, clapping his hands in childlike glee. "Number two, me and you that makes two." He chanted, clapping and laughing before collapsing in his old reclining chair, falling asleep in mere moments.