New chapter! this one contain more murder, racisim, sexual assult etc.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: please note that I'm making calicos the equvalent of people of african descent. Just for literary purposes and to make the killer seem more inhuman. If anyone feels offended by this please pm me and I'll change it (although I'd rather you didn't as calico thing becomes very important in later chapters, *hint hint*)

Also I won't be updating for a couple of day as my dad, brother and I are going on a camping trip! I'm really excited about it and it'll be interesting to see a) the natural wildlife in it's natural habitat in natural settings etc. b) whether the three of us can survive out in the bush for two days without killing each other in the process. \/

enjoy!

Felicity Hayes was thinking about beverages, hot chocolate to be exact. Right now she'd kill to have something hot to sip on as she walked to her apartment in the frosty December air. Why'd she come to London again? Oh yes to train with her hockey team and play against some British teams. In just a few days they'd be leaving for Edinburgh where it'd be even colder! Checking her mailbox she found a squashy paper-wrapped parcel that'd been sent by her grandparents. She smiled and hugged it close to her chest. Ever since she was tiny her Nana had knitted her a jumper out of feather wool (she was allergic to regular wool) and mailed it to her in time for Christmas. Felicity sighed happily, she'd have to write to her Nana and tell her how grateful she was for the timely gift.

***Killer's pov***

He watched her reach into her sports bag and fumble around for her keys. First she tried one side pocket, then the next. Then she dropped that ridiculous parcel of hers and open the bag's main compartment. A smirk crept up his face at the sight of her growing agitation. He did a last minute check over, (gloves, keys wallet etc) and walked over to her, the very picture of your anonymous citizen on his long leather coat and dark trilby. Everything was perfect.

"Excuse me, are these yours?" he held up the girl's set of keys "I found them on the sidewalk." The girl, who he knew was called Felicity stepped forward and delightfully accepted the keys.

"Thank you so much!" she gushed "I have to get in and out of my apartment very quickly and losing my keys would be a nightmare".

He knew what she was saying was true. She only had an hour for lunch break before she had to rush off to her job at a canteen. Why she didn't just head straight over to the canteen and have lunch there was a mystery to him, but that wasn't important, what was important was hey body, her fur pattern, what she was.

"You're welcome" he smiled charmingly "I'm Moriarty by the way, I've just moved into the flat above yours."

"Oh really? Well give me a yell if you need anything. I've been living here for six months so I know my way around fairly well."

"Will do, actually could you help me with this?" he moved to draw out a copy the London street directory from his breast pocket, fingering the bulge at his left hip as he did so. The calico queen leaned forward to examine it. Quick as a flash he whipped out his gun, angled it upwards and shot her through the heart. Felicity's body narrowly missed him as she crumpled face forward onto the pavement. He pulled and empty MacDonald's roughly over her head and rolled her over onto her back. Greedily he pulled up her sweater to reveal a red sports bra with a cheeky amount of cleavage. Drawing his knife out he made a cut right down to her midsection, savoring his pleasure.

"You and your people never deserved to be 'liberated' from the cotton fields' he whispered in her soundless ear, his hand already straying towards his pants "You lie, you steal, and you sit on your lazy bums all day living like pigs. You're an animal, albeit one with a lovely body."

Did you see it? did you see it! It's Your first clue to to who the psycopathic serial killer it! He calls himself Moriarty. and where does Moriarty come from? Sherlock Holmes! Can you guess who it is now? (Don't you dare tell them Stempunk!)...anyone...anyone at all?...