Marvelette.
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Thread Topic: Marvelette.
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No, you can go first.
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Okay.
I stabbed the knife into the dying man's body, twisting it to finish him off and put him out of his pain. I instantly fell to my knees. I did it again....I took another life before their time... With that, I took the knife out of the man's bleeding chest and slit my wrist. I did it every time I killed. I thought it would help, but now it's just another horrible habit.
I watched the blood ooze from my wrist, mixing with the blood on the blade from the man, who's name I didn't even know. He was a young man, early 20's, maybe. He was walking to his car, most likely from working late, that's when the erge came on again.
The erge I get whenever around people, almost to take out my anger on them. Like I did with my last girlfriend I was supposed to marry soon. She had been sleeping with other guys, and me, being me, trusted her. And I trust almost no one in this world, because there is no one worth trusting. I took out my anger on her, slaughtering her with a butcher knife.
After that, I had ran off into the woods, living there ever since. I only came to the city to be around people when I had to, because I couldn't stand being around people, at all. They were all so weak, so pathetic. -
Fine.
Sherlock sat in her office, cleaning out one of the filing cabinets. She saved everything from past cases that she'd received, and now she needed to clean them out. -
Oops, sorry.
She sighed. There hadn't been any good cases in a while. Just the occasional murder, which was given to someone else. Although, there had been a few unsolvable murders. Maybe... -
I took the knife, putting it back in my pocket. And ran back off into the woods, away from people, only with myself and a couple animals.
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Everyone else in the building had gone home for the night, except for a few security guards. She left her office, heading down the hallway in hopes of finding the unsolved case files. She entered another room, picked the lock on a filing cabinet, and began looking through the file folders. Finding a few, she pulled them out and shut the drawer quietly. She went back to her office and took a seat in the swivel chair behind her desk. She had a childish longing to spin around in it, since nobody else was there, but pushed it away and opened the folders.
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When I found myself safely away from any human life, I slowed down. Looking at my surroundings, and looking for the way to get back to he cabin I would usually spend the night at.
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gtg, nighty night.
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Sherlock scanned over the familiar papers, looking for anything she may have missed going over them in the previous year or so. Then, there'd been nothing to give her a clue; nothing to link them in any way. She was constantly improving at detective work, so maybe she'd notice something now.
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Night.
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good soap by the way
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Thanks...?
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su recepcin as que cmo es usted?
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Hold on... I'm not really very fluent yet... er...
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