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Hey there everyone, this is the story that you chose for me to write, and so here it is.  I hope that you all enjoy the story, and please comment when you finish reading!  And also, please be sure to follow my story so that you can know when it gets updated.  Okay then, without further ado, here is the Prologue. =)
 
Prologue: Innocence Lost
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“My life is a mess…” that’s what most teenagers say these days.  They think they have it so rough, they think that the world will end for them.  They don’t even know the meaning of the word mess.  If they were in my shoes and they would live what I lived through, maybe they’d stop being selfish and ignorant.
 
My name is Rose Everdawn, and I’m currently 22 years old.  I was born on December 25th, 1991, at around 1:00AM in Barnet Hospital, New Jersey.  My parents named me Rose, because to them, I symbolized hope, innocence, and purity.  But here’s the interesting thing though…I was born blind.  The minute I was born into this world, all I could truly see was darkness.
 
As a kid, I had a rough childhood, and I also went through hell during this time.  My dad passed away when I was 6 years old.  The loss was too much for me and my mom, and we had a hard time to recover.  And then there was school… I would always be bullied and teased by all the other kids, and I was never at peace.  Everyone treated me badly and would beat me up just for being blind.  At lunch break, I would just go to the corner of the classroom and cry for hours and hours.  I had no friends, not one to call my own.  And so, I had to deal with this crap through most of my life.  But, when I got to middle school…that’s when my life plunged into the deepest hell.  I was in 7th grade, 13 years old.  Things were increasingly rough with me.  Mom had practically given up on me, and her mind retired into her own little world.  Things would get even worse while at school.  Girls would make me trip, and they would play pranks on me, and the boys would harass me…the only way I could escape these perverts was because of the teachers.  They always came just in time to ward them off.  And then I realized to myself, that I had to accept my blindness, and like it or not, I had to adapt to it.  Since no one would help me, I taught myself how to use my other senses and walk around without the need for sight.  I learned to adapt to the world all by myself.
 
Then, one day, when I came back home from school, I felt something strange.  Then I heard Mom talking with a man.  She introduced me to him: “Rose, meet Wade, he’s my new boyfriend!” I was a little nervous, but then I shook his hand.  “It’s nice to meet you Rose, you’re such a beautiful young lady” he said.  And so, as the months passed, Mom seemed to become her old self again, and Wade treated her with respect.  But then a few more months passed, and I felt as if something in Wade had changed.  I began to distance myself from him, and made sure to be careful.
 
Then…one night, the worst thing happened to me.  I felt Wade come into my room, and for some reason, he had the smell of fresh blood…as if he had been bleeding.  Startled, I asked: “What’s wrong Wade?”  He simply said: “Nothing, I just want to talk.”  Then I felt his hand rubbing my legs, and I slapped him.  I screamed, hoping that Mom would hear me, but Wade yelled at me and said: “Don’t bother calling for your mom, she’s in a deep sleep…”then he slapped me and threw me to the ground.  Then, as I struggled to get on my feet, I heard him unzip his zipper.  I cried and tried to fight back, but he just choked me, and I fell into unconsciousness.    When I woke up, the room was silent as a grave, and I felt blood on the mattress and blood all over me.  That bastard took away my innocence, and worst of all, he killed my mother…and to think, that I actually thought that Wade was my friend…
 
Now, at the age of 22, I don’t trust anyone.  I live by myself in an apartment in Chicago, and I receive money from the government due to my condition, but that doesn’t mean that I’m lazy.  I help blind kids master their abilities in a local Institution.  Helping the children is what keeps me sane…it’s what helps me not to think back to that horrible night…
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So guys, what do you think?  Did you like the prologue?  I really hope that you all enjoy this story!  I’ll update as often as possible!  Leave your comments and opinions below please! Oh, and by the way, here is a drawing of Rose Everdawn, so that you can see how she looks.  I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! :D
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Okay guys, here is Chapter One!  I hope you all enjoy and comment after you read!
 
Chapter One: Tragedy
 
I make my way out of the house and head for the Institution for another day of work.  Even though I can’t see, I’ve adapted myself to the environment, so I can more or less know how the landscape is, and I have a small machine that lets me know what time it is, so that I can go about my business without any problems.  I walk along the sidewalk to the noise of the bustling citizens in the streets.  A warm wind blows gently on my face, and I feel the rays of the sun shining down on me.  I keep myself alert in case anyone tries to harm me.  In my pocket, I have a knife just in case I get into a sticky situation.
 
So far, it’s all good.  I enter the Institution and I hear Derek’s voice calling to me: “Hey Rose, good morning.  Did you have a good night’s rest?” and then I reply: “Yeah, I’m good, but I couldn’t sleep so well last night…” He then pats my shoulder and says: “Well, everyone has rough nights.”  I flinch the instant I feel his touch again, and I just walk away.  I know he doesn’t mean harm, but I’m not comfortable around men, or anyone for that matter.  I make my way towards the room where the kids are, and I hear little Tyler Thompson’s voice calling out to me.
 
“Hi Ms. Rose, your finally here, I’m so glad!” and I feel him hugging me.  I smile and pat his head and sit down with the rest of the children.  I put my hands to the floor and say: “Okay kids, so today’s lesson is in self defense.”  Another one of the children, named Claire, says: “Jump the fence?”  I giggle and say: “No sweetie, self defense.  It means defending yourself against anyone who would try to harm you.  Okay, so in our case, we need to learn self defense and make people lose their guard.  They think that just because we’re blind that we’re helpless.  But that’s wrong, because we’re capable of taking care of ourselves.”
 
Then I feel Tyler tugging at my shoulder and he says: “How do we learn self defense?”  I smile and say: “That’s easy.  Everybody, please stand up.”  We all stand up and I instruct them on how to detect an unknown person’s presence with their other senses.  They must hear their footsteps and breathing, and they must breathe in the air for sudden changes in the environment.  I teach them that they must learn to make the best of their other senses and that they must learn to defend themselves.
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After a few hours, I end the lesson for today.  On my way out, Tyler tugs at my arm and gives me something.  He says: “Keep this, my mommy gave it to me, but you need it more than I do!  It’s a charm bracelet!”  I feel the bracelet in my hand and smile and say: “Thank you very much Tyler.”  He happily says: “Of course, anything for my best friend!” and then, I hear his Mom’s car park and she goes to him and they leave.  When he had said those words, I felt a strong heart beat and I gasped.  I felt the sudden urge to cry.  He really thinks of me as his best friend?  I never had any friends, so I didn't know how to react.  I just clenched the charm bracelet and held it to my chest, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek.
 
I arrived at home at about 6:00PM.  I lied on the couch for a while and then I got something to eat.  I then sat on the couch and held the charm bracelet and started guessing what was on it.  I traced my hands and felt the shape of a heart, and then the shape of a star, and then a moon.  I smiled once again and held the bracelet to my chest.  At 11:30PM, I was brushing my teeth and I decided to turn on the TV.  I kept brushing my teeth while hearing the news.  Then I paid special attention to a segment nearing the end of the broadcast.
 
“We are grieved to inform you of a small child that was found dead on Route 59.  Reports indicate that the child was raped and then killed alongside his mother.”  My heart froze.  I felt that I couldn’t breathe.  “Police say that the name of the child was Tyler Thompson.”  When I heard those words, I felt my body go numb.  My heart stopped and I couldn’t feel anything.  Then I started to cry, and I kept crying for what seemed to be endless hours.  I punched the wall furiously, and I screamed in agony.  Then, I felt completely numb and fell into unconsciousness…
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Guys, thank you so much for your awesome comments, they mean a lot to me, and it gives me pride at being a writer!  I hope you keep on reading my story! Okay then, here is Chapter Two.  I’ll keep updating as soon as possible, so be sure to stay tuned! 
 
Chapter Two: Tension 
 
Slowly, I open my eyes, and then I slowly get back to my feet.  I feel my eyes swollen from all the tears I shed, and my body feels weak.  I still can’t get over the fact that Tyler has been murdered.  The thoughts race through my head like a hurricane, and I can’t seem to think straight.  I don’t know what to do…I don’t know what to think.  I desperately make my way to the couch and just lay there, motionless and shocked.  I click the button on my small machine, and it tells me that it’s 2:30AM, which means I had been unconscious for three whole hours since I heard the news about Tyler.  I remain seated in the couch, uncertain about what to do.  I obviously can’t sleep, because with what happened, that’s the last thing that I would do.  And so, to try to get this off of my mind, I head towards the bathroom and undress myself and go into the shower.  I turn on the water and I feel the cold freshness of the water wash down my body.  I remain there for what seems to be hours, and then I get out and dry myself and head towards my room.  Then, I trace my hands towards the drawers so I can find my pajamas and put them on.  Soon after, I just lay in my bed, trying to sort all this out.
 
The police said that Tyler was raped and then killed alongside his mother, but they didn’t mention who was the killer, which could only have meant that he escaped.  I try to sort the pieces in my mind, but then I think of the words that Tyler had said to me: “Anything for my best friend.”  The words echoed through my mind and they made their way through my whole body.  My one and only true friend had been killed, and I was helpless to do anything about it.  I couldn’t help but cry again.  The loss was too much for me to bear.  Then I heard the phone ring.  I waited for the phone to keep ringing until I heard the speaker:  “You have received one new message.”  After the beep, I hear Derek’s voice, sounding desperate and worried.  “Rose, are you there!?  Rose, did you listen to the news?  About what happened to Tyler?  When I heard the news, I had to call to check up on you.  I hope that you’re okay.  Please call me back when you can.” 
 
I make my way towards the phone and pick it up before he hangs up, and I say: “Yes…I heard the news.  When I heard what happened, I couldn’t breathe.  I just passed out and came to just a few minutes ago.”  Derek is silent for a few moments and then he says: “I’m sorry.  I know how hard this loss must be for you.  Look, I’m going to go to the police office and talk to them and see if there’s anything we can do to help in the investigation.”  I nod and sigh sadly, trying to hold back my tears anew. “All right, thanks for calling.”  I hang up and then I sit on the floor and fold my legs to my chest, and I lean my head down, unable to hold my tears.  I can’t stop crying.  The pain is just too much.  A few minutes later, I feel my eyes slowly close, and then I go to my bed and sleep takes over me.
 
The next morning, I wake up at 7:00AM, I go brush my teeth, and I simply go out the door, without eating any breakfast and not even bothering to fix up the bed.  I walk through the crowds of people on the streets, and I follow the scent of humid air and follow its direction.  Then I hear the cars stop, which must mean that the traffic light is red, so I quickly make my way through the street, and then I follow the scent of coffee until I find my way to Derek.  I hear him coming towards my direction, and he talks to me in an urgent tone: “Come on, this way, the police office is over here.”  I nod and quietly follow the scent of Derek’s coffee cup until we make it to the police office.  When we make our way in, I hear the voice of one of the cops, beckoning us to sit.
 
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“Good morning.  Derek, you came last night and told us if there was anything you could do to help with the investigation, and it turns out that we need your help.  By the way, the name’s Officer Rufus Gordon, he says.  I stay quiet, and Derek, understanding my silence, talks instead.  “The thing is officer, we work at a local Institution, and my friend Rose here is in charge of teaching the blind kids how to adapt to their other senses, so they can be able to live without the need for sight.  Tyler was one of her students.” he says sadly.  Rufus then let’s out a sigh of pity, and then he asks me:  “And was he with you yesterday?”  I nod and say:  “Yes, before he left with his mom, he gave me a charm bracelet, and that’s the last I knew of him.  At 11:30 that night I heard the news and couldn’t believe a word of it.  But it’s true.”  I sadly lean my head down, and Rufus then says: “Look, Rose, I know how you feel right now, and taking your feelings into account, I’ve decided that it’s best if you stay in your home while Derek and me and the police task force try to piece up who did this.”  I frown and raise my head up and say:  “But I can help!  I know that I can!  I may be blind, but I know that I can be able to be of assistance!”  Rufus then pats my shoulder and I flinch, trying to stay away from his touch.  He says: “Look, I’m not saying this because of your condition, because believe me, I know people who do a heck of a lot of things, condition and all, but I’m saying this to you because right now you’re in an emotionally unbalanced state, and it’s best that you let all your emotions out before helping us.”  I then stay quiet and nod.  He’s not wrong.  I do feel emotionally unstable with everything that’s happened.  So after a few seconds, I excuse myself and leave the police office and head straight home.
 
As I walk back home, I hear someone following me.  At first I ignore the footsteps, thinking it to be simply a civilian making his or her way around the city.  But as I get closer to my home, the footsteps sound quicker, and then I reach for my pocket, but the knife isn’t there.  “Damn it!” I think to myself.  I left home in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my knife with me.  I assume a battle pose, and then I feel the person pass through me, and then I feel the scent of…fresh blood.  I panic and gasp in shock.  The scent immediately reminds me of Wade, and then the horrible memory starts to take root in my mind once more.  The kicking and screaming…my body being ravaged by that bastard.  I fall to the ground, and then I feel the person leaning towards me, and then the person talks: “There are things at work that you couldn’t possibly understand.  But yet you have been through much sorrow, and your heart burns with determination to forget the past.”  The voice sounds like a man’s voice, but it isn’t Wade’s voice.  Rather, this voice sounds raspy and deep, that of an elderly person.  I shudder and then ask: “What do you want?”  He tries to help me back to my feet, but I push him and stand by my own.  He then says: “I see you are not comfortable around me, or anyone for that matter.  And as for what I want, it is yet to be seen.”  I back away slowly and then I ask:  “Why do you have the smell of fresh blood on you…?”  But before I can get an answer, I hear him walk away.  I try to stop him, but when I reach out for him, I feel that he’s no longer even near me.  
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Whoa! Is this supposed to be a mystery story, 'cause is sure seems like a great mystery to me.

Hehe, well, your partly right.  it's like a mystery/thriller kind of story. And I think that the creepy instrumental music helps push the story along.  I hope you keep reading! :D

 

 

Ladies and gentlemen, here is Chapter Three!  I’m glad that all of you like my story, and I hope that you continue to enjoy it!  Let me know what you think about the story so far.  Enjoy and comment please! 
 
Chapter Three: Haunted
 
I wait a few seconds, making sure that he’s gone, and then I slowly walk back home.  I’m still shook up because of the flow of memories that went through me when I smelled the old man’s scent of fresh blood.  And he seemed to know me, or at least, know something about my past, which only made me panic even more.  I wondered why he stumbled into me?  If he had anything to say, why didn’t he say it?  The only answer I could come up in my mind is that he’s a crazy old coot…but there was something in the way he talked to me that made me think that there may be more to him than I could think.  Eventually, I brushed off the thought and made my way back home.  I then lied in the couch for a good while, and I was thinking of turning on the TV, but then I decided not to.  I didn’t feel like eating, I didn’t feel like doing anything.  Everything that happened kept circling around my head, and for a moment I felt out of breath.  Then, I held the charm bracelet that Tyler had given to me.  I kept holding onto it for a long time, thinking back to the good times, when he would playfully tug at my leg, or when he would enthusiastically talk about the things that he and his mom would do. As I thought of all those good memories, a smile came to my face, but I also shed tears.  I still couldn’t believe that Tyler was gone…
 
After a while, I went to take a shower and then went off to bed.  I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t.  After many hours of struggling to go to sleep, I finally felt my eyes slowly close.  And then, sleep finally took over me, drawing me into its calm and serene peace.  But then something strange happened.  I felt my body heat up, and suddenly, I felt as if I had been levitated, and then a shrieking noise made its way into my ears.  I thrashed and kicked, struggling to get out of whatever the hell it was that had me grasped in its hold, but I couldn’t get out.  Then, after a few seconds, I heard that old man’s voice again, and I suddenly cringed.
 
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    I heard him behind me, and from the sound of it, he must be above me.  Before I could say anything, he started to talk and said: “I’ve been watching you for a long time, Rose Everdawn.  I’ve seen how your life has unfolded, and I’ve seen all that you’ve been through.  I find it admirable that a woman such as yourself is trying her best to fit in to society and help others with your same condition.  It’s sad that others that have sight don’t appreciate what they have before them.”  I nod and speak: “What do you want from me?  Where in the heck are we?”  I feel him go in front of me and then, after a brief pause, he breathes in and then exhales, as if exhausted, and he says: “Right now, we are in your mind, or, to be more precise, we are in your dream.”  I nod in disbelief and reply: “What are you going on about you old coot?  How is it possible that you are in my dream? “  He gives out a laugh, and then he sighs and says: “There are many things which you think are impossible but are indeed actually possible.  Now, before you ask any more questions, know this.  The world is slowly decaying, and day by day, crime and poverty and hunger threaten to rip this world apart.  But when I see you, I see that there is still hope of humanity conquering over these ordeals, and I know that you wish people would be more grateful for what they have, considering what you’ve been through.”
 
I silently let the words sink in, and, with a nod, I let him continue speaking:  “You see Rose, you and I are much alike.  We both share the same ideals of justice and good will towards all, and I know that you’re doing all in your power to forget the horrible experience you went through.  But, you must know, that it was because of that experience that you were able to gain such maturity and sharp instincts.  But anyways, let me get to what I want to say.  In a few days, something will happen to you.  You will not know when, and you will not know how.  But after this occurs, we shall meet again.”  I study the tone the old man is using, and I ponder his speech.  Can he actually predict the future?  What does he seek to gain from all of this?  What am I thinking?  After all, it’s like he said, this is just a dream.  But even if it’s a dream, I can feel everything, and it feels as real as if I was awake.  I sigh and say: “Look, at least let me know your name, so that way I can address you properly the next time we meet.”  I hear him chuckle and then he says: “Apologies.  I was so caught up talking to you that I neglected to tell you my name.  I am Bertram ShadowHeart.”  I then ask him:  “And of all the people you could go after, why choose me?”  I hear him laugh and he says: “Let’s just say, that you have something special.  Now then Rose…it’s time for you to wake up…”  And with that, I feel a sudden whirlwind of tremendous wind blow my face fiercely, and before I know it, I wake up with a gasp.  I clench my fists, and then, I realize that I’m on the hard floor.  Apparently that dream sent me falling from my bed.
 
I traced my hands to my drawers to locate the clock machine, and it told me that it was 4:00AM.  Great!  Just what I needed.  To wake up in the early hours of the morning.  But, then again, I haven’t been able to sleep so well these past few days.  I stand up and wander the halls of the house, uncertain of what to do.  I think about the conversation I had with Bertram, trying to make sense of everything he said to me.  Whether it was all nonsense, or just my mind playing tricks on me, I didn’t know for sure.  All I could hope for was that things wouldn’t get worse.  I lean on the refrigerator and think of what to do next.  Then I suddenly fall hard to the ground.  Before I can even react, I start to have a searing headache that makes me feel like my head is being split in half.  I try to get back to my feet, but then I fall once again hard to the ground.  I scream in pain and then I feel like I’m pulled across the living room and sent crashing towards the wall.  Then I hear an evil laughter.  Then I panic and realize, that it’s his laughter…Wade’s laughter.  I hear his voice clearly in my head.  “Well well, my beautiful Rose.  You look as stunning as ever.  Mmm, and your body smells so nice…and it must taste so good.”  I shriek and slap him, and after a few minutes, I realize that I’m hitting nothing but air.  Then I hear his laughter again, and then he mockingly says to me:  “Too bad you can’t see, because you would just love what I have to show you!  Your mom was never good enough.  But you on the other hand, oh, you my dear, are just one delicious little delight.”  I angrily scream and throw a punch randomly and I hit the wall.  Then the headache gets stronger and I feel like my soul is being drained from me.  I scream and cry, and then, before I know it, the noise stops, and my headache subsides.  “Sometimes, I really hate the fact that I’m blind!” I grumble angrily to myself.
(End Song Here)
 
A few minutes later, I hear someone knock on my door.  I trace my hands to the cupboard, where my knife is, and I slip it beneath the sleeve of my shirt.  Then I hear the voice of one of my neighbors, Mrs. Coleman.  I open the door and I ask what’s the matter.  Then she tells me in a worried tone: “I heard screams, and I thought that maybe you were in danger!  Is everything all right dear?”  I cleared my throat and chose my words carefully:  “I’m sorry about that…I just had a nightmare.  I’m sorry to have woken you up.”  Mrs. Coleman touches my face and says: “Worry not child, I was just checking up on you.  Remember, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”  I smile and say: “Thank you Mrs. Coleman. I appreciate that.”  I close the door softly and then head back to my bed.  I check the machine again, and it tells me that it’s now 5:30AM.  Exhausted, I lay on the bed, and then I slowly close my eyes again.   But, I could still feel Wade’s presence.  I could still hear his voice distantly.  “My God, am I going insane?” I think to myself, and then, I fall asleep.
 
At about 9:00AM, I wake up, and my head feels heavy from last night’s events.  I suddenly rush and get dressed for work, but then I remind myself that today is a Saturday.  I head towards the kitchen and eat some French toast, and after I finish eating, I hear the phone ring.  I pick it up and Derek starts to talk:  “Hey Rose, I know that you’re still recovering about what happened to Tyler, but I need you to meet someone.”  I frown and say:  “Derek, you know how I feel about setting me up with people…I told you that I’m not into dating.”  Derek talks in a confused tone: “Who said anything about dating?  Anyways, look, I’ve been working on Tyler’s case with Rufus, and so far we still have no leads, but, we’ve contacted someone who’s willing to help us.”  I suddenly feel a surge of hope race inside me:  “Who is it?”  He then says:  “He goes by the name Vincent Grace.  He’s known all around as the best detective worldwide.  He’s solved dozens of cases, and I met him in Starbucks, and he says that he’s willing to help us on the case!  He says that he wants to interview you, since you’re the person that Tyler was the most attached to.”  I nod and say:  “Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour.”  He says okay and then he hangs up.  For a moment, I shake my head…a man claiming to be the best detective in the world wants to help out on Tyler’s case…?  Underline the word MAN.  I don’t know how I’m going to approach him, heck, I’m barely able to approach Derek…I’m just going to have to cast my fears aside momentarily, for Tyler’s sake.  Because he was my best friend…and I’ll do anything to find out who murdered him.
 
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Well guys, I sincerely hope that you enjoyed this chapter!  And for the next chapter, I’ll be doing it from Vincent’s point of view!   The story will alternate between Rose and Vincent!  I hope that you guys enjoy what comes next! :D
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Hey there guys, here is the latest chapter of my story!  I see that you’re all enjoying it, and I’m so happy because of that!  I hope you continue to keep on reading! And remember that this chapter will be from Vincent Grace’s point of view. Hehe, without further ado, here is Chapter Four!
 
Chapter Four: Clues
 
I’m in my office, getting ready to head out towards downtown.  The sun is starting to get covered up by looming rainclouds, giving the indication that it might rain.  I pack up my things and I head out, and then I head towards my car.  I start the car and start driving.  My mind is heavily focused on the case of this little boy named Tyler.  The day before, I was in Starbucks, and I met this guy named Derek, who seemed to be stressed out about something.  When I asked him what it was about, he told me that he had been helping the police to try to solve the case of Tyler Thompson, who had been raped then killed alongside his mother.  The moment he said this, it intrigued me, and so I decided that I would help on the case.  He then told me that I had to meet this girl named Rose Everdawn.  According to him, she was the person with whom Tyler was the most attached to.  And so, that’s the reason I’m going downtown now, to meet up with her.
 
By the way, the name is Vincent Grace.  I’m 22 years old, was born in Great Lakes, Chicago, and I’m a professional detective.  Some call me the best in the business, some call me the modern day Sherlock Holmes.  Some people even compare me to L from Death Note. I was always a quite person during my childhood and teenage years, but I had a few friends here and there.  There was even a time when girls would want to date me, but I didn’t do such a thing, because none of the girls I met were special.  None of them had what I was looking for… Anyways, I’ve been a detective since earlier than you might expect.  At the early age of 15, I was enamored with criminology and delving into the human psyche.  I would always watch CSI, Law and Order, and other shows like that, and I would always read many detective books.  I know, most of you would think of this as childish, but that’s what actually got me into being a detective.  For my young age, I was abnormally smart, and I knew that I could be able to lend my talents for the greater good.  I remember when I was 16, and a murder had been committed in my neighborhood.  The police spent weeks trying to piece together how the murder was committed, while I had already figured it all out.  I explained to the police that the murderer had emotional ties with his victim, and that the murder was committed over a dispute about money.  The man had threatened to kill her if she didn’t give him his money, but she resisted, and he killed her.  I showed all the evidence to the police, and they were impressed with my skills, and they decided to take me under their wing.
 
And here I am, six year later, and I’ve solved dozens of major cases.  But I tell you, it’s not easy.  While I am always devoted to my job, I know that I am a major target to the criminal underworld.  They all know of my presence, and they know what I’m capable of.  And so I know that they might kill me at any time, but I’m always prepared for the case that I might find myself in a life or death predicament.  I keep driving down the road and then I come upon a local park, and I see Derek waving at me.  I park the car and then head towards him.  He shakes my hand and says: “Once again Mr. Grace, thank you so much for offering to help us with the case!”  I nod and smile and take off my glasses and say: “Please, call me Vincent, there’s no need to be so formal.”  Derek nods and then says:  “Rose will be here any minute.  She’ll tell you what you need to know.  Oh and by the way, I forgot to mention, she’s blind, so don’t make any comments about that.”  I glare at him and say:  “I’m not the kind of person that does that.  You don’t have to worry.”  Derek then points to his right and say: “Here she comes.”
 
The minute I lay my eyes on her, I’m taken by surprise, and I freeze.  She’s so beautiful…her long black hair flowing to her shoulders, her face so innocent and gentle, the modest nature of how she walks, which implies that she’s not the kind of girl to show off, but at the same time isn’t afraid of being herself.  I shake my head and turn away for a moment, still dazzled by her…then I turn around and notice her gray eyes, the way how they are fixed upon me, even though she can’t see.  She approaches me, and she seems nervous, almost afraid to be near me.  She says: “Good morning…”  I think of reaching out my hand for a handshake, but somehow I sense that she doesn’t feel comfortable, so I simply put on my glasses and sit on the bench, while Derek watches silently.  I clear my throat and say: “Good morning Ms. Everdawn.  I’m glad you could come here.  I need to ask you some questions regarding Tyler.”  She nods, indicating for me to start asking her questions.  I look at her attentively and ask:  “How long did you know Tyler Thompson?  Was he a new student or was he already a student for a considerable amount of time?”  She says to me: “I knew Tyler for three years.  He was one of my most cherished students.”  I nod and write that down and proceed to the next question: “And did he ever tell you of anyone that was endangering him or his mother?”  She quickly responds: “No. On the contrary, he always talked about how much he loved his mother, and he would tell me of all the things they did together.  But he never told me of anyone who might possibly want to hurt him.”  I take a moment to analyze this answer, and then I ask one final question: “Have any other of your students been murdered before Tyler?”  She nodded no, and then I closed my eyes.  I took a moment to analyze the answers at hand, and then I stood up and looked at the sky.
 
(Start Song Here)
Derek looks at me curiously, while Rose remains silent, and then Derek says: “So, what do you make of it?”  I look at him and then say:  “Well, it’s quite simple really.  Tyler was murdered by an unknown assailant, and from what Rose has told me, he had no emotional conflict with anyone.  But, it seems that the murderer committed this crime, as if to signal a certain person, maybe to symbolize someone’s past.  Because I’ve worked on people that have gone through traumatizing experiences, and those that have gone through such things are likely to experience some repercussion to the event years later.  In the event that my assumption is correct, then we are dealing with a potent serial killer.  He might be the same person that committed the crime to another individual years earlier, or it might be a relative.  It’s too early to tell though, but I imagine it might have to do with something about Ms. Everdawn’s past.  Isn’t that right Rose?”  Derek opens his mouth wide and says: “What do you mean?  Rose hasn’t been through something like that!  Right Rose…?”  I see Rose lower her head, indicating that my assumption is correct.  I don’t ask any more questions so that I don’t make them feel more uncomfortable than they already are.
 
I observe them carefully and then I tell them:  “Come with me, we’ll go to my house and examine more evidence and get to the bottom of this.”  Derek asks:  “But, don’t you work in an office?”  I smile and look back at him and say:  “I also have a private office at home.  It’s preferable, since it’s more secluded from anyone that might want to snoop in too much into this.  Come on, let’s go.”  Derek quickly gets in the car, but I see Rose hesitate, almost as if regretting to have come.  I look at her and say:  “Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen.  You can trust me”  She then nods and gets in the car, and then I hear her say in a soft whisper:  “Thank you.  Thank you so much for helping us…”  I nod and then I start driving, and we all remain quite on the way to my house.  Along the way, I think of what connection might Rose have with the killer.  Was she raped by the same person, considering if the murderer is indeed the same or a relative?  And if so, why did the murderer leave her alive?  I’d have to ask her questions about her past, but I would have to do that some other time, when Derek isn’t around, because from what I saw, she didn’t want anyone to know about her past. All the questions swirled in my head, and I kept wondering what possible explanation there could be to all of this.  But, at least one thing’s for certain.  We’ve got our first clue.
(End Song Here)
 
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Well guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!  I even have to say that I was surprised by how this turned out when I finished writing it.  Please comment!!! ^_^
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