May I have my own soap?
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Thread Topic: May I have my own soap?
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I sat infront of my computer screen, reading through the local news. An article on recent killings in the L.A. area caught my eye. Interested, I clicked on it, reading about the mass murder taking place just a few blocks away from me. The probabilty of the suspect being a male is 98%, according to the evidence so far... I thought, biting my thumb.
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I yawned, finishing my report on human reactions and sending it to Dr. Chevey. I had been up all night, drinking cup after cup of coffee.
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And... If these documentations are correct... The murders have all happened at 3 degree intervals... Meaning that each time a victim had been murdered... I paused, ...the murderer had moved about three or four blocks from the previous killing... I sipped a bit of my sugary tea, pouring a few more sugar cubes in.
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She sat in my room, punching the pillow. People had been murdered in her nieghborhood...one being a close friend of hers, Micah.
"Stupid.Motherfuking.Murders."she said, beating the snot out of the pillow.
No one heard her, seeing as she lived alone, after running away from her home, halfway across the country. -
I was about to go to bed, when I got a message from my sister. It was a link to a murder case, front page news. "Well, I guess I could stay up a bit longer."
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My phone vibrated in my pocket. I picked it up, holding it with my index finger and thumb. "Hello?" I asked.
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(you guys really dun wait for me to post, do you?-.-)
She walked outside, grabbing her satchel and walking down the street. She hated this city, hell, she hated the country. But she did'nt have enough money to leave. -
Sowwyz, I'm here.
I smiled a crooked, Disturbing smile. I tossed my knife in the air, To catch it with two fingers.
"I love my job." I muttered. Wasn't really a job, As it was a ticket to hell. But still, I didn't see why it caused such a commotion. -
There was no answer. Just breathing. I hung up, making a mental note of the number.
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wb
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I sowwy D: I always wait at least three minutes
I read the list of suspects, and looked each of them up. Half of them were in jail, and the other half hadn't been seen in years. -
David Bradley... he seems like one to look in to... I thought, while taking another sip of my tea. I dropped yet another sugar cube in it.
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My hand twitched.
I think you're doing good. "Of course I'm doing good, Stupid voice."
You're going to face a lot of problems.
"No I won't. " I shook my head. Like they knew anything. -
I put down my tea and stood up. I knew there had to be some one else out there looking for the culprit who's commiting these murders.
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You don't know anything about this, Do you? "Yeah I do. You kill someone, You lick the blood off the knife, You go back home, And do it again the next day." I coughed. "Or next hour."
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