The moon bathed the killer in pale light, as he slowly slid the knife into the belly of the young beautiful women in front of him.

"Now you'll be pretty for ever." he whispers as he watches the life fade from her eyes, her limp body falling against his, he raps his arm around under her shoulders as he gently pulls out the blade and lets it drop from his gory hand.
He bends over and scoops up the lifeless body and carries it to the glass boxes laying in a row along the back wall of the room, he gently lays the body down in the third box and puts the cover on, screwing down the air tight lid, switching on the toggle that would fill the box with preserving gas, looking at the first two of six, he smiles; "You are the third, pretty, only three more and its done."

Two days later:

Angela turned the key over, hopping that the car would start. It was snowing out and she didn't feel like walking to the nearest store over a three blocks away, and her cell phone had just died a hour before.

"Start, damn it, please start." she prayed, continuing to crank the car, listening to the motor turn over less and less. "This is not happening."

'THWACK'

She jumps at the sound of someone hitting on her windows. She cracks the window down a inch.

"Yes?"

"Miss, is everything alright, do you need assistence? I was patrolling the area, and heard you trying to start the car. Can I offer you a jump."

Angela rolls the window down a little more, catching a glimps of a badge, she breaths a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Officer, if you could, I have to get home." She replies, popping the hood.

"Ok, Miss, Ill pull up and connect your battery to mine, when I tell you, try starting the engine."

Angela rolls up the window to keep what heat she has, as she watches the police car pull ahead and turn around, driving up to the front of her car, the officer getting out and opening both hoods, he goes to the back of the squad and opens the trunk, reaching in side and pulling out a pair of jumpers, he walks to the front of her car, disappearing from view, she waits for a few mins hoping to hear the ok to start her car, after five minutes he pops his head around the hood.

"Ok, try it now"

Angela turns the key, the car fires to life after a few cranks, the Officer disconnects the cables, and closes the hood of her car.

"There you go Miss" he shouts.

Angela waves goodbye as she pulls away, she turns two blocks latter heading for home, hoping the weather doesn't get any worse during the twenty miles left to go. She turns on the radio to kill some time, after the first two songs, a broadcast comes on.

"News Flash: another college co-ed has been missing for three nights now, bringing up the total to three now total with in the last two months."

'Poor girls' thinks Angela as she continues to drive, the music coming back on. She keeps thinking about the girls on the news when her temp gauge spikes out and the car stalls, she struggles to maintain control on the slippery roads as she pulls over.

"Fuck"

She gets out of the car, pooping her hood, she goes to the front of the car, opening the hood up, cursing her poor luck tonight, she realizes her hood light dont work, making it difficult to see any thing, she peeks around the car as she all of a sudden hears a car door shut behind her car and realizes that she didn't notice the flashing lights of the squad.

"Just not is your lucky day, is it Miss?" says the Cop as he walked up with his flashlight on.

"Oh thank god" she gasps, "I don't know what happened, My car just over heated and stalled."

"Well, lets have a looksy shall we." The Officer says as he motions for her to look as he shined his light on the engine. "Well look there, thats the problem."

Angela leans closer to see what hes talking about, when she realizes to late that the bottom radiator hose has been cut, she feels the light slam into her skull knocking her out...