Chapter 7:

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"There is nothing. Nothing."Doc huffed. He was back at the computer, scrolling through the results on a search engine.

"What are you looking for?" Rebecca asked, pulling away from Vivian's file and going over to look. She had found something she found interesting; a hand-drawn picture of a pair of sad looking eyes which were surrounded by a pair of odd-looking spectacles.

"I'm trying to see if I can find any more information on Vivian. But there's nothing." He kept scrolling. "Wait. This could have some information." He clicked.

"Just kidding this is someone's MySpace."

"I wouldn't bother." They both turned around. It was Hauser, and trailing behind him was Lucy.

"The guards and staff at Alcatraz tried very hard, and managed to succeed in keeping Miss Vivian a secret." Lucy said, stopping in front of her open file.

"But why? Why would they go to all that trouble? I mean-" Rebecca started.

"We can talk about this later. We have more important things to discuss." Rebecca shot Hauser a look for interrupting. "We got the test results back for the arrow." He handed the folder to Rebecca.

"It said that the substance on the tip was hydrochloric acid, which is very corrosive to human flesh. So that makes the arrows all the more dangerous. Speaking of which, we need to leave."

"What? Why?"

"Now." He said.

They arrived at yet another gruesome crime scene. Arrows were protruding from more bodies, thus raising Vivian-Antoinette's modern day death toll by a lot more.

"When she shoots, does she do it sniper style, or on the ground?" Rebecca asked Hauser as he passed her on her right. He turned to face her.

"I'm not quite sure. But I'm assuming she would do it similar to a sniper. She would rather be up high then on the ground."

"Why? What was she scared of?"

"Floods." He responded and then walked away.

"What?" She muttered to herself. She then looked up at a building that was casting a shadow near the crime scene. It was definitely high enough to look down at the area, but not too high to not be able to shoot a bow with enough accuracy to kill. She stepped over a couple of bodies to get closer to the building. The door then opened and out came a young woman. She had her back to them, and was walking away with a bag slung over her shoulder.

"Hey this is a crime scene. You shouldn't be over here." Rebecca called. The woman turned around to see who was addressing her. Then it clicked. After staring at that smiling mug shot, Rebecca knew who this was.

The almost waist-length hair. The delicate features. The white skin.

Standing in front of them, on the other side of the street was Vivian Blanch.

"There she is!" Rebecca yelled, and then started to give chase. Vivian turned and ran as well, away from the crime scene and down the street. She was surprisingly fast in kitten heels, and she tore down the street, dodging people and cars as she went, Rebecca following suit. She had pulled out her gun about a block back, after noticing that Vivian had a knife or two tucked into the belt of her dress.

"Stop!" She yelled. "Stop!" Of course, Vivian did not stop. She kept running, and then disappeared around a corner. Rebecca ran to the corner, and then turned, and she was gone.

Rebecca was tired. She tried to give chase again, but couldn't. She had lost her. But, at least she had a physical description to bring back, instead of the grainy mug shot that came with the file. She walked back to the crime scene, where Hauser and Doc were waiting for her.

"Well?" Doc asked. "Did you catch her?"

Rebecca shot him a glance.

"If I did, she would be with me right now, wouldn't she?" She responded. "Did you find anything else?"

"Yes." Hauser said. "There were two dead in a top floor apartment, both with knifes to the heart. There was another note on an arrow, and the same substance is on the arrows."

"Okay. Well that helps a little. What does the note say?"

"Well, what does the first one say?" Rebecca pulled the note from her pocket, and Hauser did the same.

ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE

YOUR COMING FOR ME, I'M COMING FOR YOU

The first one read. The second read:

I CAN RUN, AND I CAN CERTAINLY HIDE

DON'T BOTHER CRYING

BECAUSE I'M STILL ALIVE.

"Well, Vivian was quite the poet." Hauser said after reading both notes.

"Really?" Rebecca said, almost sarcastically.

"No." He said, and then started to walk away. He turned around again. "Did you read that? It's horrible." He said, chuckling to himself as he kept walking.

"Wait, where are you going?" Rebecca called. She had intened to ask about the drawings of the eyes - she believed them to be drawn by Vivian - but now she couldn't.

"I think I know where I might get some help."