“I suppose so, just no photos” she opened her bag and took out her pencil, what an idiot her pencil had a micro camera in the end of it so she could take photos with it and at the same time write with it, she took every opportunity when his back was turned to take photos in the end she must have taken loads and had forgot to take notes so she hurriedly scribbled down notes on everything she had seen so far.
She looked around the room on the table was the remains of a person they were covered in blood the remains were all broken up they had literally been torn by hand apart joint by joint she froze again everything went dark like last time. She was holding the woman by the arm, ignoring her screams as she pulled on her arms until they physically broke off. The woman went limp, damn she didn’t want her to die that fast, it was more fun when they were alive, she carried on ripping only focusing on the joints, hearing the crunch as she pulled and the little pop that was pleasing to the ear as the joints fell apart and then it was nice to watch when all the blood started squirting out, she tried different techniques, trying to see how much blood she could get out in one go. She gave up with the woman and picked up a knife from the kitchen she went up the stairs she ran her hand along the wall, leaving a bloody smeared handprint as she went she opened the doors one by one checking for anyone who might have been left out, she found a small child sat in her bed shivering with terror she went over to the girl and picked her up and literally smashed her against the wall listening intently to the noise it made the crunches and squelches the screams the blood flying around the room landing on her skin. Everything changed and now she was stood against the wall feeling the coldness of It, it helped her feel alive. She was screaming and moaning in despair running the hands down the wall tearing the paper.
“Sarah? Sarah wake up, oh dear are you ok? You went out cold” it was that police guy, she couldn’t remember his name why was he calling her Sarah? Oh right the alias “I'm fine, I think I might go back now, I have a lot of information thanks for showing me around” she stood up
“but I haven't shown you the rest!” he obviously didn’t want her to go
“don’t worry you can show me all of the next house if we haven't solved the case by then” she stumbled out of the door on her way out she put her hand on the wall to hold her up as she caught her breath she felt unusually ill, elves didn’t get out of breath or ill, she looked at her hand, the palm was touching something different to the wallpaper, she took her hand off, underneath was the bloody hand print, “ugh” she muttered wiping her hand on her jeans the blood was dry but it was a habit.
“I don’t know how to explain this though” Kalea had came straight back to the thinking floor after visiting the crime scene “why? What did you see? We got your photos and there's loads that the police never showed” both Satu and Nate were in the room “look just to let you know number one: I'm not the killer” they both rolled their eyes “number 2: I think I have some sort of mental connection with the killer, every time I go near any of the scenes or evidence I black out and can see through the killers eyes” she paused “I was right” she slowed to a stop “never mind” she frowned with thought “if what I'm thinking is true then ill tell you once I'm sure” they nodded at her
“sounds fair, false information wont help us” she smiled but if she was correct in thinking that this killer had mental problems then the case suddenly became much more dangerous “hey I might go to my room for a bit” she smiled tiredly “did I tell you elves only sleep once a month? And only for a few hours” she yawned and drifted out of the room.