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CHAPTER 1

He hid in the trees, covered by the darkness he waited for her. He was sure she would walk through the road and he felt particularly that no one seemed to be in sight even though it was only minutes past eight o'clock in the evening. He had been there for thirty minutes and there was no backing out. If it didn't happen then, he knew it wasn't going to happen in many days' time. A luxury of time he couldn't afford. He had marked her already to be his first victim. Of course she had to be. The girls' names have been arranged alphabetically on his list and no way was he going to skip a name or miss his schedule. He held tightly the jack-knife on the pocket of his coat and waited patiently- something he was used to already.

She trotted along the deserted road looking right and left as if she expected to see something. She kept looking around her with a sense of foreboding but she kept going anyway. "This road is unusually quiet tonight. I should have asked Sam to walk me home. Damn my pride." She caught herself talking to herself. Something she only ever does when she's nervous or cooking up a lie to cover her many night-outs and wild acts. Only this night it was the former because her dad actually gave her the go-ahead to attend Tracy's birthday party and eight O'clock being the latest time she had to get back to the house. Twenty minutes past eight can be explained. She resolved in my mind and focused on the main thing worrying her; the eerie silence that came with the darkness. Who could blame her? Her best friend had died the previous month under somewhat mysterious circumstances and as much as she knew what the circumstances were, she'd never told anyone. From time to time, she always felt her friend was behind her so she had every reason to be extra-carful and wary. He kept walking, glancing back occasionally.

He spotted the silhouette as soon as she came within view and he moved slightly ruffling small plants and waking them from their slumber. It seemed at first she heard the ruffle because she turned and listened for a while before she continued walking. He lightened his steps and then on second thoughts decided against it since she was still going to know he was there. He crouched and positioned himself where he could easily walk out straight in front of her. When she moved closer, he walked out and she gasped in shocked surprise.

"You scared me," she said. "What are you doing here alone?"

"Waiting for you." He answered.

"Me? Why? Anything the problem?" She asked puzzled.

"I need answers," he responded calmly.

"Answers to what?" She asked, still puzzled.

"What killed Amy?" He said moving closer.

"Now you're really scaring me," she said fearfully as she took in a putrid stench of alcohol oozing from his mouth as he spoke. "I don't know what killed Amy," she said without the least trace of conviction. "I know you're drunk. Just calm down okay?" She added.

"Now you're lying," he said. Anger gradually seeping into his emotion. He held her hand and forcefully drew her towards himself, back to him and put his arm across her neck holding the knife close to her face. "What a betraying friend you are. You're not telling me something I'm sure and I'm afraind I'm going to kill you."

"Killing me won't bring you answers. Will it?" She asked defiantly putting up a good front as a fearless little lady. She was scared though.

"Of course not. But it would make the other girls talk," he said in ragged breathing. "Now don't fight it." He said and tightened his hold on her neck.

"We- swore to se-cre..." She managed to say but couldn't complete the sentence before life was snuffed out of her. He limp lifeless body fell against him and he dragged her into the bush by the road. He brought out the knife and inscribed the letter 'D' on her arm and beneath the letter 'D', he inscribed the letter 'A' and made the star sign on the letter 'A' with the blood that gushed out of the gash. Feeling quite satisfied, he interlocked her two hands and placed them on her stomach and closed her eyes with his hands. He left the scene as quickly as possible and walked to his truck which was parked several yards away.

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