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WARNING: This chapter mentions a horrendous crime. There won't be too many details as you're reading, but if it bothers you please stop reading. You have been warned.

Chapter 10: The Killer

Trent and Kendra reached the back of house and they walked cautiously to the back door that had been left open. Trent went in first with Kendra right behind him. They stepped around and over the pile of broken glass that had come from a pane in the door. They heard a man yelling and then a thud from upstairs. Without glancing at each other, they ran up the stairs, Trent in the lead. They went to the first room, which was a bedroom, and stared at the killer from their position in the doorway.

"Katelyn?" Kendra said with surprise. The brown-haired woman, who worked at Uppercuts and had taken classes from Thunder Karate, turned her head to look at Kendra. The bloody knife in Katelyn's hand caught Kendra's eye.

"Hello, Kendra." Then her gaze lingered on Trent. "Trent. It's good to see you." A groan came from Allen who was lying on the floor with blood on his face and holding his stomach blood dripping around his fingers from a stab wound. Katelyn gave him a swift kick to his chest and the sound of ribs breaking filled the room. Before Trent or Kendra could move, Katelyn pulled a gun.

"Nuh-uh. I wouldn't if I were you. I know how to use this." She said as she waved the gun motioning that they come into the room.

"You're Claire Wesson, aren't you?" Trent asked, but he already knew the answer as he walked into the room with his hands in the air. He was standing so he was blocking a majority of Kendra's body.

"I was wondering when the detectives were going to figure it out. Yes, I used to be Claire Wesson. Weak." She kicked Allen in the stomach and he groaned. "Powerless." She kicked him again. "Doe-eyed and stupid."

"You're a coward now." Kendra remarked.

Katelyn ignored the remark. "They were going to rape you too."

"At least I didn't let them turn me into a killer." Kendra said.

"You don't know how it feels. What being raped does to you. Physically, psychologically and emotionally. YOU DON'T KNOW!" Katelyn screamed.

"No I don't know. I'm sorry you had to go through that, but killing those who had done that to you, isn't the answer." Kendra said softly.

Katelyn scoffed. "I don't want your pity."

"How did you do it? All the murders and planting the evidence against Trent and Carlos." Kendra asked.

"Well, since your going to be dead anyway, sure, I'll tell you. Getting Trent's watch was easy. He always takes it off before he teaches the class. I noticed he was distracted that day and one of the other students were busy asking him a bunch of questions, so I took it. Now, Carlos." She smiled wickedly, remembering. "Ah. That was a challenge. I had to do it when they were not in the office and their secretary wasn't standing guard. I snuck up those stairs that lead from the bar into their office. Butch keeps it locked but I jimmied the lock. I did it when I knew everyone would be too busy to notice or come near those stairs."

"Now that you two are here. I can place the blame on one or both of you. Maybe you two got together and decided to get revenge."

"Uh…I think that the cops are going to believe us over you. Seeing as you are crazy." Kendra said.

Katelyn's eyes flashed and she pointed the gun at Kendra. "Not to worry. Both of you will be dead."

"Oh. But it's going to be difficult. And how are the cops going to know we killed those four men? And why would we be dead?" Kendra asked.

Katelyn smiled evilly and ignored Kendra's question. "If I were you, I would say good-bye to Trent and…" Before she could continue, a hand had wrapped around her ankle and pulled roughly, causing Katelyn to stumble. Trent moved quickly and knocked the gun from her hand. Katelyn brought the knife up swung it down, it grazed Trent's arm, causing a thin line of blood to appear.

Kendra grabbed the gun that had skittered across the floor. She removed the bullets and threw the gun in one direction and the bullets in another, the gun and bullets clattered on the floor as the objects landed.

Trent was able to grab the knife, but got kicked in the stomach. As they fought, Trent brought the enraged woman away from Allen. .

Kendra took the hint and kneeled before Allen, checking his wounds and grabbed a blanket from the bed, applying pressure to the stab wound. "You deserved this beating, not the stab wound." She paused. "Maybe." He coughed up blood and glared at her.

Trent tripped Katelyn causing her to fall and he grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. Trent had Katelyn subdued while Kendra ripped up the sheets from the bed to tie Katelyn's hands and feet together.

"Call 911." Trent said.

"All right. I'll be right back." She said as she ran out of the room and down the stairs to the living room where she had seen a phone earlier. She dialed 911 and told the dispatcher everything. Kendra went back upstairs and monitored Allen while Trent kept an eye on Katelyn.

Fifteen minutes later, two EMTs had Allen in an ambulance and were on the way to the hospital. Two officers were questioning Trent and Kendra, while two others took Katelyn into custody.

"You two are going to have to come to the station with us," said the shorter, dark- haired officer.

"Great," mumbled Kendra, sarcastically.

"What did you say, miss?" The other officer, with wheat colored hair and gold eyes asked.

Kendra smiled. "I said 'we're ready.' "

The officer looked skeptically at Kendra. "Let's go." Kendra and Trent followed the officers and headed to the police station in their own cars.

Trent and Kendra relayed the story that Katelyn Smith was really Claire Wesson and how the four men had raped her in college. Then, Detective Ryan was called in, and wasn't very happy since it was his day off.

"So, let me get this straight, this Katelyn Smith a.k.a. Claire Wesson is the one who killed those men, tried to kill the last one, and framed Sandoval?" Ryan said in disbelief with a hint of annoyance that he always had when he was around Trent or Carlos. Or perhaps, he was just annoyed all the time.

"Uh. Yeah. She's pretty sneaky." Kendra replied

"All right. Get their statements. Get that paperwork started. And, get Sandoval out of that jail cell. It's going to be a few hours." Ryan said.

Kendra left Trent to bring Carlos home so she could fill in Butch and Kim about what had happened. Trent waited patiently as the officers went to get the paperwork for Carlos' release while Kendra drove quickly to the bar where she knew Kim and Butch would be, even though it had gotten late. Both of them had smiles on their faces.

guardianM3: I hope you all liked this chapter.