Prologue
It was in the dead of night. Friday, October 13,1995.
A masked murderer silently broke through a glass window of a Los Angeles mansion. No one heard anything.
The man was big, almost fat. He was short, and had a black ski mask pulled over his face. He wore only black clothing, and only had one terrifying thought on his mind: I will kill tonight.
The masked person slowly snuck up the stairs. He had brought a weapon from his lonely home. It was a long, shiny, silver sword. He had bought it a while back, before he had murdered his third wife.
He stopped breathing so that he could hear the people sleeping inside the house. The floor was made of white marble, so when he walked, he made a slight clatter. He despised rich people. They were always boasting about how fine their jewelry was, or how big their house is. Tsk, like it even matters! I live in a shack, and do I complain?
The man took a quick breath and then took off his old, torn up shoes.
Now he could move about without being noticed. He skidded around like a mad man, but with complete silence. He crept up to a large wooden door, opened it, and saw a male child, about six years old. First to die.
He pulled out his long sword. His heart turned from cold, to freezing ice; to kill a child was evil, but to kill a fellow policeman’s child, that was horrid.
He raised the sword above the child. The plunge will have to be quick and fast; the child will scream and I will be caught.
An evil grin slowly crossed the masked killer’s face. This is my moment. Let me savor it. Let me wade in the blood of the child.
He took one last breath and then plunged the sword down.
The man wiped off the blade. Another successful kill.
He was sliding down the hall again, with the sword in his hand. He now was running to the main kill. His name was George Turner. George and the man were both policemen. George had been boasting like those idiotic rich people do. At last, I will be able to show that I can accomplish what I want!
The man opened a door slowly. This bedroom was carpeted with red and blue. George’s favorite colors…
With the sword at his side, the man walked across the large carpeted room. On a king sized bed was George and his wife, Kate. He raised the sword up in the air. Another smiled crawled through his face.
Just before he plunged the sword down, the man was attacked from behind. A sharp pain went through his side, and then in his head. He heard loud noises, shouting, and running. Then he completely blacked out.
The cops caught the man. The Turner’s house alarm went off silently when he broke through the window. The man was sentenced to ten years in prison.
“But I have a daughter! Please! No! Let me go!!” The man yelled.
The judge firmly shook his head. “Guilty!”
The next day, just before breakfast, a security guard went to go and check up on all of the prisoners. It was then that the horrified news would spread like wildfire. The murderer had escaped!
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