(D) Chapter Three: By the Light of the Moon I know I'm pathetic. I eat a TV dinner for dinner. You can't get any lazier than that and blah, blah, blah. Believe me, I can. When you're sleep deprived like me, you stop worrying so much. Take the easy way out of everything. I lay down on my black leather couch. I grabbed a pillow to lay my head on and pulled up my little fleece blanket to keep me warm. After dinner in front of the TV, I turned on the TV and scrolled through the recent channels for a few minutes. I switched to the channel that was bound to make me cringe if I heard anything that might trigger those dark memories. Yet I couldn't help myself. Even though deep down I knew I shouldn't have to put myself through this again. After all, this morning brought me back more than I asked for. More than I could handle, my brain didn't care. I *need* to know, so I gave up trying to stop myself from watching the local news. It's just too difficult. I was brought out of my thoughts by Bethany's shrill voice filling my ears.* Welcome back folks of Dark Rai. I'm your host, Bethany Moore. We're sorry to say there's nothing new about the Rose Killer case. The police still have no suspects or leads. If other information comes to our attention, you know where to find it. Goodnight Dark Rai. Stay safe and tune in tomorrow morning for DRL news at 6. Goodnight.*Well, that was a bust. Nothing new? Truly? God, the police in this city... they really suck. How come they have no idea who is terrorizing these women? What if it was their daughter? Or their wife? I bet they could find something then. Bastards. I sucked the inside of my cheek and shook my head. I looked at the clock. ... in the center of the card ... in a flash as he tried to get out of bed to reach the door. I grabbed her leg, dragging her back towards me. I pulled a knife from my pocket and held it against his throat. I raised my finger in the air, waving it back and forth. "Stop yelling." Her eyes filled with more tears, they began to flow down her cheeks. What do you want?" she sobbed softly. "I personally want nothing to do with you honey. You're neither my type nor his type, but *he* has a different agenda in mind." "Him?" she says painfully. "You'll meet him soon enough," I smiled. "No! Prayer-" I put the cloth over her mouth, quite hearing her shrill voice. Her screams and pleas became muffled by the cloth. I held it there tightly, until she was silent. Then I picked up in my arms bridal style, I carried her out of the house and brought her to the Master.