Lieutenant Charity Muldoon stood outside on the campus of NYU staring down at what was left of a beautiful twenty-two year old college student. The young girl�s body had been ripped open like the catch of the day. Her blood had soaked into the stone path and bruises covered her naked body.
Charity knew that death could be violent and demeaning, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that someone could be so cruel and vicious. She slipped on a pair of latex gloves, kneeled beside the victim and touched her hand.
Charity�s mind filled with a vision of the victim. She could see the young woman walking along, slowly at first and then faster as someone began following her.
She could feel the victim�s fear as she made her way to the dormitory. But she never made it. She was grabbed from behind just before she could step inside. She fought to get away but the more she fought the tighter her attacker�s grip became.
In an attempt to get away she sunk her teeth into her attackers gloved hand. Cursing, he threw her to the ground, her head slammed into the stone path. Up until the victim drew her last breath she fought to save her life. Charity did her best to concentrate on the attacker�s face, but her ears were ringing and her head spinning until she had no other choice but to let the vision slip away.
�Lieutenant?� Officer Ben Carter asked, approaching Charity.
�Yeah.� She answered, opening her eyes. She remained knelt beside the victim before she attempted to stand.
�Are you okay?� he asked, concerned.
�Yeah. I�m fine. What do you have for me?� Charity asked, taking deep breaths to ward off the headache.
�Not much I�m afraid. All we know is the victim�s name is Megan Stanhope. She was twenty-two and in her third year as a psychology major. A couple of her friends are the ones who found her and called nine eleven.� Carter read his notes.
�Did any of them see what happened?� Charity wondered.
�No. They found her as they were on their way to class. I took their names and dorm numbers. They were all pretty upset so I sent them to their rooms and told them to stay there until you had chance to talk with them.� Carter let her know.
�Ok. Thanks Carter.� Charity smiled.
�Oh, and this was found inside the body. It�s addressed to you.� Carter handed her an evidence bag.
�Did you just say it was found inside the body?� Charity asked, taking the bag.
�Yeah. Pretty sick, huh.� Carter prayed his breakfast didn�t come up.
�Sure is. You can go now.� Charity dismissed him.
Charity looked down at the bag she held in her hands. The letter itself was inside a Ziploc bag to protect it from the blood. How considerate, Charity thought to herself. Opening the bag, she pulled out the neatly written letter and read it.
Well, well, well Lieutenant. Long time no see, huh? I�m sure you�re wondering how it is that I know you. Well that�s something you�ll have to stick around to find out, because you see, little Megan Stanhope won�t be my only victim. Hell if you�re luck perhaps you could be one of my victims as well. Oh how I would love to rip you open and have your blood wash over my hands as the life drains from your body. I can�t wait to bring you the same kind of pain you�ve brought me. Until we meet.
Charity felt a cold chill run through her as if some one had just walked over her grave. Shrugging off the eerie feeling, she slipped the note back into the evidence bag and sealed it.
