Death.

It was cold a Friday night. The rain fell hard enough to fill a child sized pool within an hour. Less than an hour ago the fourth victim attached to a series of similar deaths, had appeared. The victim was once again a young male. His eyes had been gouged out. the weapon: a single, custom made gold high heel. The name "Maria Johnson" was engraved in the heel. The heel was found five feet from the body; the heel was doused with blood. The man's identification, said that he was twenty one years old; A whole ten years younger than I. His name was Carl Tacs; he would have been an attractive man, had his eyes not been brutally clawed out. Each of the men's throats had been crushed, as though they had been attacked, from a barrage of strikes from small, yet powerful, hands.

I sat at my desk; crippled from a atrocious migraine. This case was very different; we knew who the murderer was. A young, attractive woman; who liked to party and shop. She was a black belt in kickboxing; she also ordered her shoes from 'Heels.com'. Maria was an accountant; she lured her victims into dark alleys, behind clubs and pubs. Two months ago we tracked her down at her condo down in south New York. Miss Johnson had escaped and was now on the loose. She had been my younger brother best friend.

She had an abusive childhood; her mother had an extreme case of agoraphobia and bipolar disorder, which often caused her to get violent. The father was an alcoholic; he had not been abusive just neglectful. Her only friend was her older sister; seven years had set them apart. She was killed while attending college seven years earlier. Five young men had been accused; but not convicted, due to lack of evidence. Two of the men had committed suicide, and the other three...

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...cold in the middle of the room; she had handgun aimed at his skull.

"Not another step." She shook. "I’ll kill him!" I walked towards her in an almost boastful way.

"Killing him won’t bring your sister back."

"I knocked him out; he won’t feel it. My Sister deserved JUSTICE!"

“But not like this.” She pressed the gun against the back of his skull. “That’s my brother you’re about to kill. Can you honestly do to me, what they did to you?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” My mind began to race; I spoke with pain, and honesty.

“You already lost your soul! Don’t take mine.” My voice shook.”He is all I have; he keeps me from becoming a monster. He keeps me from becoming you; and I refuse to let him go.” She fell to her knees.

“I’m sorry.” Just as she fell the police swarmed in and arrested her.I couldn't help but think that she was once innocent.