The corpse that couldn’t speak

The roaring sounds, lights flashing, as the ambulance arrives on scene.

The corpse, has already gone cold as a stone cold winters night. The voices, of the authorities, Trying to find out why this beautiful woman, had been brutally beaten?

The main detectives thoughts, she was to weak, to speak. She, had no chance as she was prancing around, like a deer out side the Forrest and her predator sneaked up on her from behind on this cold winters night.

He, had been stalking, her for days. She didn’t know who he was just a stranger, to her, someone she passed by one day while walking on the streets of Brooklyn.

He had got her sweet sent and that’s all it took. So he started out slow following her where she would go. The coffee, shop, work, mall, were a few of those places he would find her but, was never able to find her home.

She was way to smart for that. He did know, she was a forensic expert for the FBI and she had found some evidence that could take him down. From another case and that’s when he knew, he had to find her. No matter how hard, or dangerous it maybe. He had to find the woman who could take him down.

So, one night he knew her favorite place in the Forrest she liked to run. He followed her there by foot. He stared, at her for about twenty minutes behind a big oak tree and then it was time to charge at her when she passed the tree. just the right time and there it was the first strike to the head with a rock she went tumbling down. She tried to scream but, nothing came out except for a gasp of air, as she tried, so desperately to get up and take off he grabbed a hold of her leg and he striked, her once again. But, this time with his fist and digging his nails into her flesh as she tried again to scream but, nothing but a cold fresh glimps of steam came out of her mouth. As she got up again running, as fast as she could, some how he was able to catch up with her, and look at her face to face and strike, her one last time with a shot at close range, to her head and she immediately fell down.

He grabbed the gun and took off just minutes before the cops came. No where to be found on this cold winters night. Until the next morning, word got out that there had been a witness. Not even the man who stands in his kitchen washing dishes wasn’t aware of this until he turned on the news.

So he gently, puts his dish on the counter and walks out into the forest all alone in this cold winters night goes into his shed and grabs his gun to see if he can track down the witness.

The next morning, she’s got the music playing so loud that she didn’t even here him walk inside her bedroom. She then, turns around he’s right there face to face grabs her by her hair takes her into his car with her all tide up with ducked tape in her mouth so she can’t shout or speak. He takes her about five miles away from where he killed his last victim.

But, this time he doesn’t realize the witness in this next case is his first victim: She had survived and so she fought hard once he let her out of the car and this time she won. Before she shoots him she says games over and hits him straight in the head he dies within seconds.