Rachel hissed as she got out of the cab, slamming the driver's door shut. The Detroit darkness hid her very well, except her face. The Goth girl sighed softly as she crept up to the abandoned shell of a house, vacant for years. Pulling her chin up to the window sill, she peered inside, noticing two homeless men sleeping in the empty living room. Satisfied, she launched herself through the window with a low growl, barely giving the two men time to react. She shot and killed one man. The other, sensing his fate, ran as far as the back door before being tackled. Rachel dragged him back inside. All she needed was one person.
Sixteen days had passed since Rachel dragged a homeless man out of an abandoned house, bound and gagged, and thrown him into the trunk of the stolen cab. She had to abandon the car real soon, because she knew Detroit Checkered Cab Co. was looking for the cab and its driver. Now tied to a makeshift pole in the middle of a dingy, dirty motel room on Woodward Avenue, the homeless man was barely alive, covered in cuts and bruises. Blood was spattered all over the ceiling, the walls, the carpet, the bed sheets, and was running in rivers under and out of the door.
"Let me go, please, I beg of you"". Rachel just grinned, the smile overflowing with foul mirth, splitting her face. She cocked her head to the side, but said nothing as she began advancing towards the man, the foul smile still on her face. Even worse, the Goth had pulled out a gutting knife, the blade itself glinting from the beam of sunlight streaming through the window. And in a low, quiet voice that sounded like one of a demon, she replied, "I'm not finished yet". Still grinning, the Goth stabbed the man, slicing downward as she opened his abdominal cavity. The man looked down, noticing a growing pool of blood at his feet. He watched as his insides fell onto the floor. Rachel felt no remorse as she withdrew the gutting knife. She retreated to the worn sofa in the corner and watched as the homeless man died. She eventually fell asleep, a small smile on her face. 3 hours later, she checked out of the seedy motel, leaving the motel owner or the maid to find the body. By the time the bloated and decaying body of the man was found, Rachel was long gone. The gruesome murder made it to international headlines.
Across the country in Short Beach, CA, the former officer Dick Grayson, now a leading Detective on the Rachel Roth case, reeled from the coverage from the Detroit motel murder, now dubbed the Saranay Murder. The scenes were so gruesome even the most hard core Al Qaeda terrorist would vomit. Nowadays it seemed, the media was so brazen that they showed scenes children should never ever see. And the FCC didn't dare tell the media what to do.