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This small but obvious detail made her nauseous. She looked at the color pictures of the two murdered women. Both of them had green eyes. Coincidence? I think NOT! Maybe changing the color of her eyes would deprive her of the dangerous fate awaiting her. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't. Staring back at the pictures, she looked at every physical detail. The only difference was the hair color. One was a brunette, another was a blond. Kori was a red-head. No connection at all.
Maybe it was the eye color. Or maybe his victims were just randomly picked and all had green eyes.
Suddenly panicked, she threw the paper on the table where all her drawings and sketches fell to the floor. It didn't matter to her at the time. She didn't even pick up the most important papers to her: her sea sketches. She wanted to draw the scene of the sea since a long time but, she never had the chance or the time. It would maybe help her career of being a painter take off.
Everybody who knew Kori, knew that she loved the water. She always dreamed of sailing far away from where she lived.
But know wasn't the time to dream…because she was in the middle of a nightmare.
She took a pair of scissors and started to cut out the stories of the two separate murders and stuck them on her bedroom wall. The evidence and clues should be surrounding her at all times, because if the most crucial detail should pop out, she wouldn't want to miss it.
She turned the page and two other pictures caught her attention. Both of them were male, somewhere near their late thirties and had the 'tall, dark and gruesome' look. The first picture to the left, seemed to be the murderer of the brunette. The other man was the blonde's murderer.
According to what she read, both men had a connection to them. They were a husband or a boyfriend. But still, according to all the people put under interrogation, none of them found a reason to why they would want these women dead.
Of course, both men were charged with first degree murder. All the investigations led to their husband/boyfriend because of pure coincidence, them fitting the role 'perfectly' or DNA proof. They were sentenced to fifteen years in prison.
Not very long, thought Kori, for someone who took away someone else's life. Especially someone who loved them…
She cut their pictures out as well and stuck them to the wall with their short descriptions. Then she took a pencil and drew an arrow toward their victims.
Maybe these murders and her being stalked had no connection at all. But then she wondered why it would be written: 'CONNECTION OR COINCIDENCE?' on the second page of the story?
Yeah…she just couldn't figure it out clearly.
Lying down, she looked at the ceiling. She always looked at the ceiling while in bed. What else could she look at? Kori didn't feel like thinking about the stalker or anything that happened that day. She wanted to get a good night sleep, but doubted that her wish would be granted. If only guardian angels could exist.
Her mom used to tell her little bed time stories. Kori used to believe in guardian angels but, thru the years, it just became a fantasy. She had no clue why, though.
She slowly closed her eyes and even with the lights on, tried to fall asleep, just wanting to forget this stressful day. But a knock at the door suddenly brought her back to reality. Jumping out of bed, she ran to the door and pressed her ear against it, trying to hear something.
Dead silence… She thought…a term that she didn't feel like using.
She grabbed a frying pan and a scraper and slowly unlocking the door she swore that this 'person' would never forget the day they met Kori…and mister Frying Pan and Miss Scraper!
Her imagination was getting the best of her…
Swinging the door open, she waved the frying pan and the scraper in the air while screaming, eyes closed, ''BE GONE!''
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Richard stared at a nervous Xavier walk out the door. After their long talk, they agreed that Kori was Richard's and Babs well…they would get back to her, sooner or later. But after reading the paper, Richard exploded. He looked at Xavier straight in the eye.
''I saved Kori. Why don't you just go tell all of Gotham that you saved her! You weren't even there!'' he yelled, throwing the paper towards him.
Xavier glimpsed at it and went on defense. ''I never said any of this! It even says here,'' he quoted, '' a man witnessed another young man… It's anonymous!''
''Don't play dumb with me. You always wanted attention and you always wanted Kori.'' Richard snapped.
''So what? Even if I that's me, I would never spread a rumor like this.''
''Admit it, X.''
''Believe what you want to believe, Boy Blunder, but I'm saying the truth.''
Xavier simply walked out the door, not even grabbing his coat on the way out.
Richard sat back down on the couch.
Shortest argument I've ever had… he thought to himself.
But a loud scream caught his attention. Thinking that it was only Kori and her crazy imagination, he let her be.
He closed his eyes and just wanted to fall asleep.
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No one was at the door. No one was in the hallway. The only unusual thing was a small gold necklace with a small gold heart in a plastic bag, lying on the floor. On it was written: The last thing I wanted to give you. Curling up next to it she started dialogue.
''Why, you poor little thing!''
Looking around, she tried her hardest not to go hysterical. It could be a bomb! That's why she didn't touch it! Running to the phone, she dialed 9-1-1 and once they picked up she yelled: ''Unidentified object is lying in front of my door! Unidentified object is lying in front of my door!''
A gentle voice spoke to her from the other side of the line. ''Miss, are you ok?''
''Please get SWAT here! I think it's a clue!''
''Miss, what clue?''
''A clue! A clue!'' she said, before hanging up. Quickly after that, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. A police man—very handsome police man, came up to her and pointed to the bag.
''Is that it?'' he smiled, his white teeth shinning.
She nodded nervously. ''Sir, you have to help me. Please.''
He didn't say a word.
''I think I'm being stalked.''
Well…that's all for sticking to her plan not to tell the cops. But hey, she was desperate.
''Do you know by who?''
''Of course not!'' Dummy, she thought. ''But he kept on telling me that he was leaving me clues. Please just…get it to the lab or something.''
The police man walked back to the other cops and whispered a few words to them. Then, he looked back at Kori and said, ''Okay Miss…?''
''Anders.''
''Okay, Miss Anders. We'll get it analyzed for you, since you really believe that you are being stalked.'' He almost laughed there… which completely pissed Kori off. ''We'll bring it to the lab and get it analyzed…you know, to find any finger prints or DNA? If you want, you may get DNA from some of your 'suspects'…the people who you think may be stalking you. If not, leave the rest to us.''
She nodded. ''Thanks.''
''If you want to report anything else of bring us some DNA, you're free to come any time. Just call.'' He said handing her his card.
But, a panicked officer ran towards him and whispered few words in his ear. In few seconds everyone was gone, including the small plastic bag and the necklace.
Faster than on TV… she thought. But…she wondered why they all left in such a hurry…why they didn't even say why they were leaving.
She walked back inside and sat on the couch. She looked at the computer screen and a little note appeared.
First.Floor said: You have the most beautiful golden heart I've ever seen. Take good care of it before you die.
The necklace. Her heart pounded like crazy. She wanted to answer back, but the message was sent around fifteen minutes ago.
When the cops came… she realized.
She didn't feel safe in her little apartment anymore.
He was right: she couldn't go as far as she thought she could…
In the middle of her thoughts, the phone rang. At this hour of the night? Picking it up, she heard Rachel's panicked voice on the other side of the line. Asking what in the world happened, the only thing Rachel was able to say was: ''Gotham High is on fire.''
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