Chapter 11: The Trash Bag Killer:

Kevin's POV:

I was just going for a walk when I found another dead body. I took a look, and it was Randy van Ronson. He's been murdered. I then saw a note. It said to always recycle.

Nancy's POV:

Kevin told Karen what he saw.

"Sounds like the Trash Bag Killer's back," says Karen, "the good news is, he cares about the environment, but the bad news is, he kills anyone who doesn't."

I then heard some music. "What's that," I asked.

"That's just Clyde Didit," says Karen, "he's just a hippie guitar player."

"Randy van Ronson's one of those rich guys who ignore the planet Earth," says Kevin, "so I can see why he was the Trash Bag Killer's target."

"We'll look into it," says Karen.

Something tells me I better help take out the trash.

. . .

I was talking with my friends.

"We just have to figure out who this trash guy could be," I said.

"Well... you're not gonna like to hear this," says Shaun, "but we're looking for an environmentalist, right?"

"Yeah, why," I asked.

Shaun points and it's Betty arguing with Veronica.

"Look, Daddy's doing the best he can," says Veronica.

"That's just it," says Betty, "your Dad isn't! He keeps ignoring the issue! Veronica, you have to face facts, your Dad is poisoning the planet!"

"No... it can't be Betty," I said, "I mean does she look like someone that would kill?"

"Do you remember some of the mysteries from the old town," asks Ned, "they weren't always so obvious."

I remember when I helped Betty when she was dealing with a stalker. It just can't be her.

. . .

I secretly followed Betty. She was with Archie at his place on his couch. She was kissing him so much, I'm afraid he'll have trouble breathing. This was taking too long. Then the door opened and it was Betty.

"You think I wouldn't expect to be followed after last time," asks Betty.

. . .

I then explained to them.

"I understand why, but I wouldn't kill people just for ignoring the environment," says Betty, "I don't approve of that Trash Bag Creep's methods."

"Okay," I said, "sorry to bother you. Archie, you got a little something... everywhere." His face was covered in Betty's lipstick.

. . .

I then walked and I saw Chuck. "Hey Nancy," says Chuck.

"Hey... Chuck..." I then stopped. "What are you wearing?"

"I thought I'd go green by remaking garbage bags into jackets."

"I... see..."

. . .

I then snuck around to Chuck's house. I climbed up to his window and saw him... throw away his bag jacket. "What was I thinking," asks Chuck, "this was a terrible idea. I'll have to find another way to go green. Anyone and I mean anyone could've mistaken me for that Trash Bag Killer! "

I was relieved, but then I fell in a bush. I ran out before Chuck could see me.

. . .

I was walking when I saw one of Hiram Lodge's cars getting trashed. It was the Trash Bag Killer. I hid. "Cars are the Devil's ride," says the Trash Bag Killer, "and why does one man need so many?" He then leaves.

I ran to the car and saw the driver was dead. I then found something the Killer left, but I didn't know what it was.

. . .

I looked at the thing I found.

"So, what is it," asks Shaun.

"I don't know," I said.

"It kind of looks like a guitar pick," says Bess, "I've stalked Josie and the Pusycats, so I'd know."

"So, we just check out everyone who's a musician," says George, "one problem."

I looked and saw Archie with a guitar. Then I saw Josie and the Pusycats. "This time, I'm not jumping to conclusions. I saw the Killer and it's definitly a man, but there was something else." I then remembered what Karen told me.

Nancy's POV - Flashback:

I then heard some music. "What's that," I asked.

"That's just Clyde Didit," says Karen, "he's just a hippie guitar player."

Nancy's POV - Present:

"I know where to go," I said.

. . .

I found Clyde Didit.

"Love the Earth," says Clyde.

"You have a funny name," I said, "Clyde Didit!"

"You think I'm the Trash Bag Killer," says Clyde.

"Bingo," I said.

"I'm all about peace, Sister."

"Here's what happened," I said, "you got fed up with the way people stopped carring about the eco system, so it drove you nuts and you decided to become a self-proclaimed guardian of the Earth, by disguising yourself in trashbags, like the one you use as a mask. You start killing anyone who endangers the planet, and you figured that being a hippie means no one will suspect you."

"First, you watch way too much Monk and second, you have no proof."

"I guess I don't." I then start throwing cans in the trash barrel. I looked and saw Clyde staring. I then continue.

"Where are you even getting those cans," asks Clyde.

"Maybe they're a gift from the Devil," I said. I just kept going on. I noticed Clyde was beginning to twitch. "Well, see ya." I then walked away.

. . .

I was alone at my house, expecting the garbage to strike. I then sat down on the couch... and the Trash Bag Killer comes crashing in. "What did Mother Earth ever do to you," asks the Killer.

That's when the Police came in and grabbed him. I then removed his bag and Clyde Didit Did it. The police then take him away.

. . .

I actually feel sorry for Clyde, after all, we should all do our part and take better care of our planet. After all, it is very delicate. So, I'm helping Betty clean up the park. I just hope Clyde gets the help he needs.

In the next chapter, Nancy meets Batwoman.