Thread: *Bez Soznaniya Krasa* Mistik Refuge (BurningWillows & Georgie_Leech)

In a city as large as Toronto, a few deaths a year seem like nothing new. But when they become a string of eight homicides within three weeks, even the different M.Os arent enough to qualm the rising suspicions. Police are becoming increasingly stressed as they hit more and more dead ends. The public are searching for answers, wanting someone to blame, and the bodies keep piling up. On the other side of the city, the serial killer has already planned his next target A pretty young blonde leaving her work late at night. Hes stalked her for a few days, getting to know her routine until the fateful moment he strikes her down. He had checked his list a million times, but it had become a part of his routine. Reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a small leather notebook, he read the names scrawled over the papers names of his victims, past, present, and future. He returned the notebook to its place, shuffling in the shadows while he waited for her. And as always she came, like clockwork, except this time she didn't make it to the parking lot. This time she got a knife to her chest, the blood oozing as he sliced through an artery. These ones die too quick. He reached again for the notebook, taking it out and finding her name among the list, crossing it off with her blood on his fingertip. He must leave her there to die, already planning his new victim. The city will bleed under him the roads will become red with each name crossed off his list. She was only one, and there is many more to go She could smell them. The faintest scent of human on the breeze, so slight that her nose almost missed it. Had she not been paying attention it would have passed her by and she would be caught. Wait, did she catch the scent? Nono she missed it and they caught her. They caught her, caged her, drugged her, and took her. Now she was waking up, in a cell, the walls whiter than snow, not a speck of dirt on them. The floor underneath her was marble, only a shade darker than the walls. A cella cage. There was a wall made of glass in front of her, and behind the glass she could see men and women all staring at her, hands writing furiously in their notebooks. She rushed the glass, hoping her strength would crack it. Instead she hit the glass and fell back, tumbling over her legs. Someone was yelling, then people were suddenly in the room holding her down. NoNo! More needles, more drugs, and as she tried to bite and claw her way out of their grasps her body became numb, her mind falling into darkness. Again she was waking up, but this time a part of her recognized the cage, like she had been there for a while. She wasnt a wolf anymore either her tall thin humanoid form was curled on a mattress and as she stretched out she noticed a man dressed as a guard waiting by the door. Tests, thats what they call him here. The guard would take her to a doctor, and the doctor would perform tests until she was numb and tired and in pain. This time there was only pain. Agonizing pain, shooting through her whole body. She could see nothing, and hear only the sounds of her sobs as she wished the pain to stop. But it only got stronger, making her heart hammer as every notch of pain that increased sent her closer and closer to oblivion Katerina woke up with a start, her breath labored and beads of sweat rolling down her temples. A dream , she thought, trying to calm her nerves, It was just a dream.