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Tick, tock, tick, tock, click!

The door of this steel room opened . I'v been tortured and pestered here for hours and now a more nice faced officer came in but instead of sitting down and questioning me nicely she walked to the glaring champion officer and whispered in his ear. His death-glare faltered but kept its acid .he hesitated then turned to her .he whispered furiously and threw his hands up in exasperation. he threw me a glare, a warning ,and stormed out . The nice officer looked flustered but she gathered herself quickly.

"one minute please" she said and followed him out.1



I stood and stretched .OHH! I was stiff. I could almost hear my legs cry out. I circled the table and looked at the "mirror" .I knew there was someone behind it analysing everything I do. So I did what I do best and acted oblivious .I fixed my hair and had a good long look at my face. I needed to shave but I doubt they let suspect murderers have razors

"here you go, nice murderer .now, don't you go killing people !!" I could imagine the hysterics I would burst into if sergeant stare-a-lot said that!.

Ok, im being a bit cocky for someone who's going down for whole house slaughter but I cant help it. I walked back to the table and sat in my seat thinking of jail. I'd say I could survive the slammer.im not gloating when I say im big .even the huge general wasn't as big as me. Still in jail I get to read in a somewhat quite environment 23 hours of the day . I need at least an hour a day to relax from my hectic day.2



See, I am niall waters .socialite when needs be ,but I mostly work alone writing dark novels and reviewing the latest horror and thriller books . People don't really like my kind of work so when people began being murdered to the styles of my books they turned to me .3



But seriously, if you lived a day in my life you would understand. I have about 10 reviews a day and I have to read the next batch too.4



Tick, tock, tick, tock ,tick, tock ,click!

The door swung open revealing the sharp cheek-boned general. The officer stood behind him and as usual he was glaring.

"the charges against you have been dropped .you may leave mr waters " the general said flatly .

"oh ok what a relief .may I ask why ?" I asked getting up off the cold chair and snatching my coat .

"we have new evidence that points to a different person " he said tightly

"ok thank you " I nodded as I passed the glaring officer .I strolled through the station as struggling convicts were pushed to their awaiting cells . I stopped at the front door to shrug on my coat. I never liked the daytime. I hated the way people ran around as if trying to shove their whole lives into the daylight hours. The night time is different ,slow and cool. No hustle -bustle .people almost slink around corners the quite streets at night. it reminds me of how we evolved from animals. How the nocturnal animal dash from cover trying to ambush its maybe sleeping prey is like criminals creep into peoples houses as they sleep and either steal or kill. It's the most dangerous yet magical time. you never know if you will be bewitched by the moon's beauty or attacked by a overdosed drug user. I had never experienced being attacked or robbed at night .5



Well, there's a first night for everything.6



I walked home because the cops burst while I was working and wouldn't let me drive to the station .I stopped when I got to the front door. A note hung from the lion head knocker . The single slip of paper was more scarier than the brass lion bearing its teeth. The ink of the note was faded but I go what it said.7



You owe me!,

I got you out of prison now you must help me. come to the old warehouse on groves street as soon as you read this!8



XxX9



I spun around and looked down the street. Nobody. One question popped into my head.

Should I go ?

"no!" my logic screamed "with all the murders going on its obviously a trap !"

But ,as always, my more adventurous side won and I walked to the warehouse.

Like the rest of the city ,the area was like a ghost town. nobody was here not even an animal!. I went to the warehouse door and scanned the area as my eyes adjusted.10



Suddenly, I was shoved inside ,my foot caught on something and I was sent toppling down. I landed, face first. Into something wet and fleshy ,rubbish maybe, I thought .I heard a click of a switch and then I was momentarily blinded by the over head lights.

"well?" a light voice said

"wh-? What?" I said disorientated as I turned to look at the voice .once my vision cleared I saw who pushed me. She was slender and about 18.her straight black hair hung like dark curtains either side of her pale face. Her face was actually what made me look down at what I was sitting on. Her dark eyes were rimmed with purple and her mouth was twisted into a evil grin as her eyes darted behind me then back to me.

When I did look down I lurched up .I was way off the mark when I thought I landed on rubbish .I got the fleshy part right though. Bodies ,human bodies piled high. All in shredded or no clothes. All eyes open and staring

"what …what is this ?" I gasped

She giggled "I thought you'd like it "

I turned on her "like it ? Its horrible!"

She pouted "but I did it for you!"

"why ?!"

She brightened up then "I'm Lizzy .your biggest fan .I love your horror books!. I have every single one !"she beamed

"but " I motioned to the bodies "why ?!"

"im like obsessed with your book 'too busy to notice' and I heard you in a interview saying you'd love to see if anyone would notice if a few unimportant people die so I came up with a plan …"she went on but I knew what happened.11



My best selling novel 'too busy to notice ' was about how a killer could kill loads of unimportant people and nobody would see because they are all too busy and only care about the moment and themselves. it was also how people were getting murdered now. The police hadn't told me but the glare officer had snapped once and said

"do you think we wouldn't notice if you killed a few homeless and elderly people ?!"

I glanced at the pile and through my own disgust and saw the faces I needed .creased faces aged by time or nights sleeping rough .12



Lizzy was beaming again and raged bubbled up in me. She soon stopped when I turned to glare at her .watching the fear rise in her face I understood why officer glare did what he did best.

"what ?" Lizzy said "isn't there enough?"

"no! it's the fact that you did this Lizzy ! This is not a good thing to do "I roared

"but …but I did -"she said shyly

"it for me . I know but you should have had more common sense ,Lizzy you don't just go killing people."

"then you shouldn't write books about it !" Lizzy suddenly bellowed .

I was surprised that steam didn't come out of my ears as my blood began to boil

"listen kid ,I almost got pinned for this …wait what am I saying? They are still trying to pin this on me!" I growled

"im sorry about it and all but I don't care about it . All I care about is what you think "she motioned towards the death pile.

"its horrendous ! Lizzy I don't know why you did this its not a good thing to do .you could have written "

She looked at me with a new fire in her eyes ."I did write .millions of letters "she said through clenched teeth .

Then it clicked she was the sender of the letters that turned into death threats .

"you made the death threats " I said

"yes, 'cause you never wrote back!"

"I did "

"no you sent me those pre written letters "

I opened my mouth to argue but what she just said was right. I had been too busy to reply to her letters. could faintly hear the crunching of gravel but before I could worry it stopped.

"now that I think of it you are just an unimportant person too .I should just kill you "Lizzy grinned

"lizzy no-" I said but I was interrupted by police officers.

"FREEZE!" they shouted and Lizzy's and my hands flew up

The police men walked in but instead of arresting me they handcuffed Lizzy.

"Lizzy McIntyre you are under arrest for 27 counts of murder and one attempted murder"

Lizzy cursed "I knew that old bat wasn't out yet " lizzy said as they towed her away .

I walked out and got past the police without them pursuing me.

I numbly stumbled home and sifted through my "fan mail" as if you could call it that anymore. All I saw were a hundred versions of lizzy. One 15 year old boy questioned me in one letter as how to do the head twisting act in "headless and alive" so he could do it on a bully . I had sent him the same pre made letter as I sent lizzy. did he act upon his fantasies? I hoped he was not in the same mental state as Lizzy.13



I contemplated stopping myself writing such horrific stories but then I again I cant . Its in my blood and its too much of the norm for me to write like that.14



So, I guess im not good like Lizzy or that 15 year old…maybe none of us are .we all have the potential.

The potential to kill and create screams that is …