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Chapter Three:

            Although I did notice, him bringing out a huge chocolate cake...nothing get's past me.

            Why I felt compelled to run and enter the danger zone? I have no clue. Under normal circumstances, I would have chickened out and have a slice of cake. But running outside I didn't feel like me. I felt fearless of everything in the world, and that foreign energy practically pumped at full force in my veins as I followed the man in the nice coat.

            At first when I approached I didn't see a woman, but then I noticed something terrifying. There were small pieces of body parts on the ground but no blood. I might not be a total expert in criminology, but when people get cut up some blood should come out.

            Slowly, I felt the foreign energy pump slower as I realized that I was five feet away from the man who killed her.

            He turned around and charged at me. Before I could run away, I was slammed into the alley wall and he had his hand around my throat. "Wrong place girl," he whispered. I looked right into his eyes and saw the most shockingly beautiful and haunting eyes ever. They were dark blue. Midnight blue actually, and I noticed other parts about him as well. Not only was he more handsome than Charlie, but he was young. He didn't look like an adult at all. He looked like a teenager.

             I know that this is a strange thing to think about when being choked, but evidently you can think of the most irrational thoughts when you feel like you're going to die.

            Our eyes were glued on each other for a while until I noticed a look of shock appeared on his face. "Why aren't you dying!" he yelled in my face his midnight blue eyes flashing with anger. Then, he squeezed around my neck harder. I thought that I was going to pass out, but then I heard my dad's voice approaching the alley where I was pinned.

            Before midnight blue disappeared he whispered, "We'll meet again." I know that sounds like something that you'd hear in a comic book, but that's what he said.

            Instead of running away like a normal criminal he took off his black glove on his left hand and snapped his fingers and he was gone. Back then, I thought that I was hallucinating. I was almost to the point of passing out, remember.

            My dad ran towards me and started to yell, "Venti, what the hell is—," but then he stopped and saw the chopped up pieces of the woman's body.

            You'd think that my dad would be more resilient to seeing a dead body (or parts of it), but my dad puked when he saw it. I guess he never had to do autopsies at his science college.

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               Half an hour after my dad puked in the dank alleyway, he was pacing back in forth in Mr. Bunter's living room. Mom was sitting right next to me on the couch and we kept on exchanging worried glances.

               Usually, my dad is a pretty calm guy. Even when Jason and I did something bad he always kept his cool and was unfazed by anything.

                This time however, I thought that he was going to explode. Even when we walked back to Mr. Bunter's house, my dad was silently fuming. I wanted to tell him what I witnessed, but I felt like if I said one word he might burst a vein from overcrowded anger.

                So instead I kept quiet and so did everyone else. While my dad paced, Charlie was staring into the embers that blazed in the active night fire that he stood three feet away from and Mr. Bunter looked at me as if I was some mystery that he was trying to solve. Back then he probably was trying to find an answer, and so was I. I couldn't help but think of Mr. Midnight Blue and how warm I felt. It was strangely pleasant. It reminded me of a warm summer day, how you feel the sun's rays touching you from head to toe. How could such a young killer make me feel so pleasant? That's when I thought to myself, am I a killer as well to feel that warmth? I quickly shook my head and said to my thoughts But I haven't killed anyone. It's something more than that.