Chapter 2
by Catherine
Earlier that day, Kathleen was walking to her favorite bookshop and exploring San Francisco. She was walking down a cold, deserted, lonely ally, a new short cut on her way. She suddenly spied a tall man appear out of no where. He seemed frightened, he was running from something but all Kate could do was stand and watch him. Suddenly, behind him a woman appeared she was quite tall and had shimmering orange hair. With every breath she grew closer to him and seemed to be trying to seduce him. She finally had him cornered. As she kissed his neck she took a dagger from her leg. She slowly brought it up to his back and plunged it into it.
"No, no." Kate quietly cried to herself as to not be heard by the mistress murderer. She laid the body upon the ground and sloppily cut off his head. As she said "So you can't see any more what that which you're not supposed to." she gouged out his eyes with out once noticing the witness behind the garbage can. Quickly and with out warning she was running toward Kate there were footsteps and sparks flying from the other direction.
Out of the fog stepped three women, presumably sisters. They seemed to terrify her, rather inaquitely, she must be pretending. In the blink of an eye she went over to the body and head and vanished in a puff of green smoke.