It was a fall evening. It was dark. She was running from a jealous predator with a knife in their hand. “No please! Why are you doing this?” She asked cornered. She was given but the blank stare from their glowing eyes. “Please!” Cop cars pull up to the scene. Leland Cetrou (the police chief), step out from his car. “Leland! What we got here?” He shouted as he walked closer to the body. “This is the body, well what’s left of the body of Jessica Cortez. She’s 17, kockasian, and 5’7.” Said Desmond (the head detective). He said as the forensics uncover the top half of her body. Desmond was appealed. “She was cut relentlessly by a hatchet. We’re lead to believe that due to the size and shape of the cuts themselves,” Desmond continued. “No footage, nor witnesses.” He finished. “Alright, any family?” Leland asked but before Desmond was able to reply they heard someone from the crowd yelling, “Hey! What’s going on!? Who is that? I was supposed to meet someone here!”…show more content… A young man, a bit short for his age, and emo like hair. “What you mean by that boy?” Leland asked. He was a bit out of breath, then he spoke, “I was supposed to meet a girl here, her name was Jessica, Jessica Cortez.” As he said that the two looked at each other. “I’ll be damned.” Said Leland looking at his detective. “What is going on?” The young man
