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vampire07
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jun 2, 2009
Within the city of New York there has been murders of women and men. The only thing they had in common was a certain pendent or tattoo. It seemed each person was murdered in a certain way. The women were stripped, raped and their chests was a long slit for a slow death. The men weren't so lucky. Word has it that these people were witches or wiccans. Most that were killed were wanna bes but out in the city of New York. The people who killed the people were witch hunters and their riturals but nothing worked since they never found a real witch but there was one who was a real live witch.
The recent victim was a young woman who was tiny and thin. Around her neck was the same pendent like the rest. Her lifeles body was left in a warehouse for a few days before someone called it in. Around the warehouse was officers going over reports of someone screaming, weird lights and cars parked near the warehouse.
One officer had set a bagaside of the victim's ID and her cell phone. There was one number that every other victim had, there wasn't a name. The forensics people were going over every inch of the area seeing no finger prints or DNA left behind.
Back across New York there was a shop open that people went to buy Herbs to help with their problems. The young woman who owned the shop seemed normal as her long black hair was pulled back from her face giving her an athletic look. She was the only witch within the city, that she knew of. Days ago she felt an odd wind which ment, to her, someone was killed.
Tattooed on her pelvic was the same symbol the others had but there was a tiny mark that made it bit different. Sighing the young woman leaned across the counter as the "Unknown" number in the recent found cell phone was her's. She leaned there looking through books with her cell phone off to one side of the countertop, waiting.
The recent victim was a young woman who was tiny and thin. Around her neck was the same pendent like the rest. Her lifeles body was left in a warehouse for a few days before someone called it in. Around the warehouse was officers going over reports of someone screaming, weird lights and cars parked near the warehouse.
One officer had set a bagaside of the victim's ID and her cell phone. There was one number that every other victim had, there wasn't a name. The forensics people were going over every inch of the area seeing no finger prints or DNA left behind.
Back across New York there was a shop open that people went to buy Herbs to help with their problems. The young woman who owned the shop seemed normal as her long black hair was pulled back from her face giving her an athletic look. She was the only witch within the city, that she knew of. Days ago she felt an odd wind which ment, to her, someone was killed.
Tattooed on her pelvic was the same symbol the others had but there was a tiny mark that made it bit different. Sighing the young woman leaned across the counter as the "Unknown" number in the recent found cell phone was her's. She leaned there looking through books with her cell phone off to one side of the countertop, waiting.