JTK: Hey! Where did everybody go?! *sigh* I'll just...do this myself... *takes a deep breath* HELLO! THIS IS CHAPTER 7! Aaaaannnndddd! Hope you all love it! CheonSa doesn't own Death Note story plots nor its characters, she doesn't own Mr. Woods and Jeffery Woods, a.k.a Jeff The Killer *ahem* me and me only...and she also doesn't own Slenderman, And Masky or any other characters that doesn't belongs to her. But she does own the Oc!

Matt and Mello: *comes out of hiding* Have fun reading!

JTK: WTF?! Hey! GoToSleep!

Mello And Matt: Wahhhhhhhhh!

Defeat

Jeff leans back against the chair, his eyes focused on the laptop's screen as an image popped up, alongside with another five other images of polices that worked for A. He grinned widely and will follow up on his plans perfectly. But then, a top secret file catches his non-blinking eyes. He clicked on the file and read it from head to bottom, chuckling amusingly. 'So, they have figured out… A student, huh…? Alright, I'll play along…'

Jeff turn his head to look at Slenderman, who laid down on Jeff's bed, his long slender arm flop onto the bed and his right head rested against his palm, With a nod, Slenderman stood up, hunching over due to his height and teleported off to somewhere.

After Slenderman had gone, Jeff stood up from his chair and his right arm reaches over to the back of his head and pulled the hood up; placing his hands in his hoodie's pocket; fiddling on the handle of the knife. He jumped out from his window and begun his killing sprees.

Mr. Wood slams his hands on his table and stands up, his face showed a bad shocked while a sweat of anxiety flows on his wrinkled face. "What..?! More than 25 deaths happen in a week?!" the chief shouted, the other police officers nodded their heads at the statement. "Yes… And this time, not only he had killed innocent people… But, he's also targeting us! And most of our men had been killed by him as well! And that's including their family!" Mr. Woods sat back down as he let out a sigh of frustrations, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

The detective who sat on the floor with her left leg pulled up on her chest, her left forearm rested on top of her left knee infront of her desktop screen, she place her thumb under the bottom of her lips and gritted her teeth after listening to the officers' conversations and the results about the other five officers who had worked at the New York Police Department which includes the death of their families. A clenches her fists in anger and letting out a sigh.

"I'm beginning to suspect that JTK had begun his killings after we had suspected him to be a student… And he had begun it with some other places other than Washington. It's like asking me… 'What are you gonna do about it…?'…" The others were listening to her as she gives her explanations which what she had thought so far. They were also astonished to how JTK can know the fact that they had suspected to be a student.

'I think JTK knows about this… And he could have accessed on the NYPD's computer through hackings and look through the information there… I can never blame you, officers…' A said this through her synthetic computerized voice, seems to be offending them for a bit.

In ten minutes of silence, the others continued their work while A, look up through the files she had collected. She flips all the pages and read them accordingly. 'There are…140 members in this NYPD and there aren't any good reports about them…' she thought, frowning. But then, her eyes widened, she had taken an interest in Mr. Wood's profile. Why?

Mr. Wood had a deceased wife and a missing son by the named Liu and a son which who had been bullied and was released under juvenile, snapping long of his sanity. 'His name is Jeffery Woods… 19 years old…? Hmm… A proud son to say the least…' A was in deep thought until

"We can't do this anymore, chief… Five members had been killed by that psychotic serial killer and that is still unknown…" The others nodded their heads; in agreement they said "Sir, we value our lives… We don't want us nor our wives and children to be dead, we want them save! Sorry, but we have no choice but to quit!" they left the headquarters with regret, knowing that they had left their favourite jobs behind. Mr. Woods' eyes darted towards the screen with the A fonts wedding B-T, his eyes filled with confusion as he wanted A to say something at least something. 'I believe it would be this way…' finally A had spoken.

The other police officers' heads turning towards the screen, waiting for A continue 'If some of you value your lives, please… Do not hesitate to leave a resignation forms behind… And to those who wants to continue this investigation… Please, I want you to stay behind…' With that, the others takes out their resignations that they had early prepared, placing them on top of Mr. Woods table and after that, they left the headquarters with regrets and non-regrets.

A opened her eyes and she frowns deeply at the result before her. Gladly, she feels that the chief is not giving up yet along with the other five police officers who stayed behind. 'Well then, I believe that this is the results?' she asks, they all nodded their heads 'Very well then…'.

Then, A begins to typed in to where they should meet up and she typed in, the date, the name of the hotel and telling them that they could switching the hotels from time to times so that they can begin their investigation about the murder case. With that, they had followed up on their plans. And one of them immediately left as soon as they arrived at the hotel to where A had given to them. Thinking that meeting with A is just a prank. They are also thought that A could be like another imposter to meet with them.

They all stood nervously infront of a white door, they take another last look of the gold number, seeing that they had matched the number A had given to them and they had confirmed that it was the exact same numbers. Mr. Wood gives a sturdy knock. They had heard a faint dull emotionless female's voice from inside telling them "It's unlocked… You may come in…".

Mr. Wood holds the doorknob, pausing for a while then, he turn to look at the others. Seeing them that they were all nervous too as they gulp. The forty year old man takes a deep steady breath, turning on the doorknob while entering the room following by the others. With that, they stood there, stunned to see what's nor who's infront of them.

To be continued…