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                                This couldn't be anymore embarrassing. To think that she had her drivers license and her mother was still driving her to school. No wonder she was always late. The SUV pulled up into the driveway of the school and was still moving but Tyler Collins couldn't help herself but open the door at ten miles an hour and leap out on to the side walk. Her mother, the proper one of the house hold, scolded at Tyler as she ran off towards the steps of the school so that she wouldn't be late. Her motto; Hurry up and wait.

                                The bouncy brunette slowed her pace, her long slender body gracefully walking along the sidewalk to the huge high-school. Tyler paused still outside of the building itself. She sighed heavily and ran her fingers through her hair. She was a wonderful example of a women. Nothing to boast at, she does have her flaws. Tyler was an elegant young adult. Beautiful brown eyes with flakes of gold, and ivory skin. Tyler wore a typical teenage attire; black shirt, ripped jeans, and black skate shoes. Her backpack seemed to be a war hero's pack. She was rather nifty like that - recycling, plus a lot of kids seemed to like the pack.

                                Staring around the grounds, Tyler wondered if she'd see anyone she might know. It was the first of the semester, so there would be tons of new people and new things to do. Hopefully someone would recognize her. She always had a bad time at breaking the ice. She was the queen of awkwardness. But at the same time King of Pirates. Well, not really - she wasn't a thief but she was rather clever like one.

                                Rolling her eyes, the seventeen year old girl walked slowly along the side walk heading towards her first scheduled class - which turned out to be her most hated class. Math. Oh well, the sooner she got over the damn class the sooner she could get to English. But Tyler made her pace slow so that she could observe the unfamiliar faces. She saw a boy sitting on a stair case with pink hair and then a girl save him. They spoke to each other but she couldn't hear them. With a slight shrug, Tyler wondered if she would met a guy this year. Her mind soon became lost in her own crazy romantic world. She walked on, without much care as to where she was going.

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                                    Morning was fairly routine. But not today. Unlike other days when Maxine Marshal's father was the first one up, making breakfast and getting ready for the day. Today was a special day and it was Max's turn to start the day. A little secret she hoped to for fill throughout the day and accomplish by the last bell. She was so nervous and excited that she was shaking.

                                    The oddly dressed girl worked over the electrical stove, preparing scrambled eggs. Max was defiantly unique. Hooded over her left eye was a Gothic era eye patch. She then wore something that resembled an emo attire. A lot of people mistook the black baby tee, the black pants and the black shoes as the emo look. Honestly she was a normal girl, just misunderstood. Max brushed back her dark blue hair and sighed. Cooking wasn't her thing, smoke was starting to rise from the pan. She bit her bottom lip and started to serve up the food.

                                    Well, well, good morning! chuckled her father as he came down the stairs. Max smiled widely at her barrel of a father. He gained weight from his new desk job, but Max didn't complain. It made him look more friendly. Max silently placed the two plates on the small table and went to fetch the glasses and orange juice. Gracefully the seventeen year old girl served the drinks. Her father laughed and sat down for the early breakfast.

                                    Breakfast went fast like always. Soon it was time to go to work and school. Max had her driver license, one of the few students who got it before she turned sixteen. Father and daughter said good bye and they parted. Max gather her back pack, a cleverly decorated top hat, and her ratty gentleman's coat. She quickly drove the route to school where she finally found a parking spot at her high school. Life was slowly stirring in the so called prison. High school was something Max rarely found pleasurable. But when she found a good friend, it was something to look forward to.

                                    Eagerly, Max parked the four door ranger jeep and practically jumped out. Her heart fluttered when she spotted a good friend of hers on the side walk. She waved to him, but he didn't respond. Max tilted her head wondering why he didn't see her. That's when a beautiful blond strolled right up to him and landed a big fat one on his lips. Max felt her heart crumble in on itself as she watched the one love of her life make out with some slut. Timidly she touched her pocket where she had a note specifically for him, asking him to the school dance. Guess that was out of the question now.

                                    Max didn't move from the middle of the road. Someone honked their horn at her forever, eventually she noticed she was backing up traffic. Flustered and deeply embarrassed, Max hurried away towards the building. She wouldn't cry even though tears were building up. She couldn't blame him for falling in love with that girl. She didn't bare any scars like Max did. Max hurried inside to her locker, which was perfectly placed near the entrance of the high school.

                                    Salem High was quiet in the early mornings, very few students showed up at this hour. Max had a reason to show up. Just to hang out with him. But guess now she could start sleeping in. She played with the locker, her fingers shaking with locked up agony. Finally she opened the door, and unloaded her backpack. Books weighed her down, but her fleeting spirits kept her heart high. Before closing the locker, Max took one long breath. It turned out to be another day of high school, just more empty.

                                    In a trance, Max didn't even think as her feet lead her to her first hour. The teacher wasn't even there, so she found her familiar spot by the door. Max pulled out her ipod and plugged in the head phones. She took off her top hat, hats were against dress code, and leaned against the wall.

                                    Nothing better to do than to enjoy the music.

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                                User Image The day was so plain. The sleepy cafe shop wasn't getting much business this hour. Of coarse that was fact it was afternoon or sometime near there. There was a few customers off reading, or typing on their precious laptops, but nothing interesting. There was a stage adjacent to the counter where folks orders. On Wednesdays, there was open mic night, where folks can come in and sing their little hearts out. Admiring the stage was a young girl.

                                Leaning on her elbow, her gray blue eyes stared dreamily at the lonely mic on stage. This spindly snow blond girl was named Cinderella - yes just like the Disney character but not as extraordinary. Cinder, as most would call her, was nothing special. Just another worker at Diva's Cafe. She could blend into any crowd and no one would even see her. She sighed heavily then, imagining herself up on the stage singing to the crowds. It gave her such a wonderful feeling that made her heart flutter uncontrollably. To be admired by thousands. It must be a good life.

                                Cinder! Go refill the machines! barked her tubby employer. He always felt it necessary for the girl to be working. At least at home Cinder could relax and enjoy her dreams. Cinder didn't over exaggerate a groan like others would when told to do something. Instead she tied back her long white hair and walked to the cappuccino machine. Thank god she wore her creme brown apron. The machine spat at her as she worked through it to clean the gears and other necessities. If she wasn't serving, Cinder was cleaning.

                                Once finished with the machine, Cinder made herself a fresh frapichino and clocked out for lunch. She slipped off the apron and hung it up on the employees rack. Then the girl sat down at a window table made for two. The sunlight warmed her body up. She wasn't pretty, just average. She wore a golden spaghetti strap shirt that was starting to get a little short. Then she wore faded blue jeans and comfortable skate shoes.

                                Cinder twirled her straw around in the chilled drink watching the world outside. The park was right there across the street. There was little harm in leaving just for a stroll. It was tempting, but Cinder was to nervous to take the chance. Once she clocked in, she always stayed at the cafe until her hours up. Instead, Cinder merely watched the park, imagining herself walking around the grass feilds.

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                                    User Image The dieing sun didn't phase the pirate of a scout Demi. She was perfectly fine wandering around blind, of coarse that could be because of the empty flask in her right hand. The girl was eighteen of age and much to young to be wondering around in the forest alone. Plus her rather obscure attire couldn't help but attract attention. Don't take her small looks as an advantage. The long sword she carried at her hip was well used and she knew how to fist fight.

                                    The one eyed girl stopped short to lean back. She put the silver flask to her pouty lips to only frown. Empty. She cursed under her breath as she sadly slipped the canteen into a belt compartment. She shook out her long brunette hair and took a long cleansing breath. It had been clear she had been drinking most of the day. Despite the drinking, she was somewhat alert. Her ears picked up noises somewhere in the forest. The smell of smoke was a sore clue to the fact that there might be camp near by. Demi raised one eyebrow and thought a moment. Licking her pointer finger, she stuck it up in the air. She cursed again when she found that there was no wind. Fine. She would follow her nose.

                                    Demi sniffed the air and started down the path. Her stride was a little off, but after a while it straightened. She became fully alert and alarmed when she heard shouts. Clearly she must be near a base camp or something. Knowing full well, Demi must be near an enemies' camp. She worked for the Forces of Light, but that's only because they feed her and kept her alive. Plus she was to frightened to go to the Dark side, and she couldn't go to the Hybrids even though the creatures fascinated her.

                                    Demi moved off the path and into the woods, where she was well hidden. She was careful that her boots hit nothing as she walked. Finally she reached the end of the forest where she peered out from behind a bush. That's when she spotted a young familiar man called Mike walk out of a bar. He wasn't her type, but still he faught for the Light. So she couldn't completely bash him. Demi watched unimpressed as Mike started to twirl around the sword. She rolled her eye. Suddenly she spotted another man walk away, mostlikely from the bar too. He had stunning white hair. For whatever reasons he found her self with a burning curiosity to follow this man. He moved away.

                                    Carefully, Demi followed the white haired man, staying hidden in the forest. When he reached a camp, Demi stopped. It was a base camp, mostlike for the Hybrids. She's could guess because this wasn't the Dark side, she's met with those folks before. Not very nice. Demi waited and watched him quietly, wondering if she should go for a one man attack, or got to say hello.
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                                  The station should be slowing down. But the buzz of the serial killer was still lurking after hours. The police were working hard to keep the buzz low, but it was hard enough with the media running around getting all the stories and spooking the citizens. It was ridiculous how easy it is to scare people of Phoenix. But its better to be scared than sorry.

                                  The station was sill busy. Officers, police men and deputies were racing about, racking their minds trying to figure out the killer's next move. Everyone was moving, getting prepared for tonight's shift. As the day time workers left, the night crew entered. Among the night crew was a stunning woman, who didn't exactly look like she belonged. Her caramel brunette hair was tousled up into a fashionably messy bun, and she wore smart looking glasses. Slung on her shoulder was brief case purse thing. She wore a causal but professional looking outfit - white collared blouse, dark wash jeans, and red pumps. Around her slender waist was a belt with a gun holster on the hip. Something she wasn't really required to have, but it was something for protection. As she walked, she walked with a stiff confidence. A woman of business. Suddenly a man whistled.

                                  Very professional Roger she purred looking over to a short pudgy man dressed in a police uniform. He grinned brightly at the young detective and wandered over to her self. He was a very close friend, someone who helped her out when she first got the job.

                                  You always look very stunning, Victoria. It's hard for me - or anyone else - not to notice said Roger warmly, his beady black eyes shifted to a younger man, aged closer to Victoria. The man that Roger pointed out was a rookie named Steven. A very good looking man with great potential. Victoria grinned sheepishly but rolled her bronze eyes and reached for her keys. She walked up to her office door and started at the lock.

                                  Listen, Victoria, how have you been doing? asked Roger as he followed her into her neat office. Victoria paused at the corner of her desk and looked at him, curiously. Roger cleared his throat, Last month I mean.....

                                  It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. Then Victoria remembered the bank robbery. She and a team of officers were chasing some men. One of the guys split and Victoria chased after him. He ran down a dead end alley and Victoria had him pinned. Of coarse he had a gun to and threatened to kill her. She tried desperately to negotiate with the man, but he pulled the trigger. Victoria fired back and killed the man. All Victoria suffered with was a scrap of the bullet across her hip. But the physical wounds could fade away. The mental was still there. Turned out the man she killed was a father, he had a three year old girl to support by himself. He had a reason, and she killed him. That was the worst part of that night.

                                  Getting there... she sighed slipping off the brief case and settling it onto the desk. She leaned against the corner and crossed her arm. It was a horrid feeling - to kill someone. Perhaps that's how the killer feels all the time. Victoria shivered then looked back to Roger, Listen, Roger -

                                  It's alright. I'll be sure to ask Crow to meet up with you. You both need to start working on finding any clues to that psychopath. he said warmly, knowing that, that topic was rather touchy for her to talk about. Victoria nodded, thanking him silently. Roger nodded back and left the office, closing the door behind him.

                                  Victoria sighed and sat down in the leather swivel chair. She though about Onyx - or rather Crow. He did remind her of those black birds. The thirty four year old man did creep her out a bit, but she would never let him know that. It was chief's order for her to be his partner on these cases. Reasons were still unknown.

                                  As she waited for Crow, Victoria opened her brief case and pulled out the last three murders involving the killer. Lisa Edgington, a John Doe, and Sarah Kenningway. At first glance, none of the cases looked related. But they were - some how. The killer must have left something behind, they always do. Victoria leaned back and reviewed the Sarah profile, reading each report and viewing each picture, and made notes of her own.
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                                                    The station should be slowing down. But the buzz of the serial killer was still lurking after hours. The police were working hard to keep the buzz low, but it was hard enough with the media running around getting all the stories and spooking the citizens. It was ridiculous how easy it is to scare people of Phoenix. But its better to be scared than sorry.The station should be slowing down. But the buzz of the serial killer was still lurking after hours. The police were working hard to keep the buzz low, but it was hard enough with the media running around getting all the stories and spooking the citizens. It was ridiculous how easy it is to scare people of Phoenix. But its better to be scared than sorry.

                                                    station should be slowing down. But the buzz of the serial killer was still lurking after hours. The police were working hard to keep the buzz low, but it was hard enough with the media running around getting all the stories and spooking the citizens. It was ridiculous how easy it is to scare people of Phoenix. But its better to be scared than sorry.

                                                    station should be slowing down. But the buzz of the serial killer was still lurking after hours. The police were working hard to keep the buzz low, but it was hard enough with the media running around getting all the stories and spooking the citizens. It was ridiculous how easy it is to scare people of Phoenix. But its better to be scared than sorry.

                                                    station should be slowing down. But the buzz of the serial killer was still lurking after hours. The police were working hard to keep the buzz low, but it was hard enough with the media running around getting all the stories and spooking the citizens. It was ridiculous how easy it is to scare people of Phoenix. But its better to be scared than sorry.


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                                                          A scent of old blood made Soren's nose twitch. The white wolf's eyes shot opened and her ears stood painfully tall. The eighteen year old wolf picked up her head, pointing her nose in the direction of the wind. It had been ages since she had smelt blood. Even hunting was rare for her. But this scent gave her the chills.

                                                          Ever so quietly, she got to her paws. The mid-sized canine slowly padded her way towards the scent. It was of wolf's blood. Normally she would never investigate into these things but the scent of wolf's blood gave some promise. If there was any survivors.

                                                          Soren continued on, bored and curious. The day had been slow for her.

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                                                          The open invitation made Soren's tail wag slightly without her knowing it. The thought of eating with others was wonderful. Also, Jessie's willingness to help her made her secretly eager to learn more about him and this group he didn't belonged to but still acted as such. Her muscles relaxed as she stepped forward. Jessie poked the little one made Soren tilt he head curiously. Was the pup crippled? Or just tired? She refused from asking, knowing it wasn't her place to do so.

                                                          "Thank you, Jessie," she spoke in a hushed awe but very grateful at the same time. Still standing, Soren kept space, not sure what to do exactly. Following sounded best and she would. She wasn't exactly the social type but based on her own promises, she had to try. Interacted with other wolves rather than humans was much easier for her.

                                                          Her eyes moved from Jessie to watch the black wolf leave to wherever he went to. She wasn't sure how to feel about him yet. She was simply observing for the moment. It just made her curious about why a lone wolf would help them. Perhaps his story was unique like everyone else's.

                                                          Suddenly her stomach growled loudly. Clearly it couldn't wait any longer. Her ears folded back as she gave a nervous embarrassed laugh. Soren grinned, again sheepishly, "Hehe...?"

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