Summary: When a killer/rapist is on the prowl the police force is ultimately called in. Detective Cris Creanshaw is put as the leader of the case, much to his displeasure. Little does he know that this may be the last case he ever gets.

Warning: This story will be very gory, bloody, have a lot of swearing and lemons. Any of y’all who don’t like that crap can leave now. Anybody who’s still here thanks for reading.

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Hunted

Prologue: Two Sides

Excerpt from Detective Cris Creanshaw’s Journal

It started a few days ago. Women had been disappearing left and right and the police haven’t been able to find a trace of them. All that is known is from the tapes that the killer/rapist sends us.

He taunts us. He sends the tapes showing the body of his latest conquest badly injured and mangled. He sits in a chair to the side of the camera and narrates what he did to her. He goes into specific details and describes it with his large vocabulary and speaks in proper English. He then tells the address of where to find the body, but when we arrive, the body is gone and any trace of evidence left was non-existent.

I’ve spent days like this, righting each and every little thing I find. But it has all turned out as non-profit able. The clues the killer leaves equal to nothing and lead nowhere.

My jurisdiction in the police force is wavering. The people under me are loosing faith in my ability as a detective and are thinking of sending someone to assist me. Supposedly it is a woman, who is meant to help me. I believe she will be more of a hindrance than a helper. Women tended to break down in cases like this. I’ve already lost one person due to “emotional stress”; I don’t need that to happen again.

Granted, I don’t want women involved at all. This killer targets police women above all, almost as if it is a game to him; like he wants to taunt us. It’d frustrating and exhausting. We have received too many tapes of mangled women officers and no way of finding the locations of the dead bodies.

My team, which I look to for an end to this case, cannot believe someone would be sick enough to do this. It’s…surreal. Impossible… But things like this happen everyday. I know this but I can’t help but wish for an easy life with no hurting of humans. This is foolhardy, of course. As long as evil people exist, killing will continue as will death before their time.

Cris Creanshaw

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Unknown Encryption. Believed to be the lost excerpts of Nicolas Faust III; the killer and mystery man that boggled police unit minds for years.

I’d wish the police would stop trying to find me. It’s so sad how the try. It’s been years, 5 to be exact. Each time, the detectives assigned to the case met with…a quite unfortunate end. Guess who granted their deaths to them on a silver platter.

How easy it was. They came looking and found what they were looking for. Now another would come meeting their end. A certain Cris Creanshaw, detective extraordinaire and young; his first case when finally making it to the police force. It seems the other detectives are to scared to face me. Maybe this means I only have one final adversary:

Detective Cris Creanshaw.

It’s a shame that one so young must meet such an end. Not even enough time to start a proper family. But who really cares. I’m just as young. Except I’m a genius. I would insert “evil laughter” here, but I’m not that type of criminal.

I am not conventional. I do not follow a pattern and I know that angers the police greatly. I already know that the FBI is trying to find me and MI6 has sent their top spies to hunt me down. I’ve killed almost half.

This is way too simple and they are easy to figure out. They should just give up, but then again…it wouldn’t be as fun as it is now.

I hope for the police to find my secret entries to my journal. I believe Detective Creanshaw may have a chance of having youth on his side. He knows how twenty year olds think. He may come close to my capture. Or maybe…he will capture me? No. He may have an advantage, but that decide the winner of the game. Soon his life will end along with the others.

Let’s play, Detective Creanshaw…

Let’s play a game of chess…

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Yes…so the fun starts! The battle between good and evil! Okay, yeah that was a bit cliché, but meh. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this random little prologue and yes, it will get better as time progresses. If you guys are wondering how any of my stories are doing, just check out my profile.

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(Ha! That was horribly poetic.)