Dead.

Another body was found abandoned on the street. A woman. A woman I knew. Her name was Brianna. She had a husband but everyone knew she was cheating with the mailman. She was nice, though. Everyone knew that, too.

Everyone gathered around the yellow tape, looking over heads to look at Brianna's body, stuffed into a body bag. I stood there, unable to feel sympathy. I felt a hand touch mine, I turned and found Mikey. Mikey looked at me, "Another body." His words let out so heavily. He was scared. He held my hand and reeled me in, "It sickens me to know that the sheriff can't catch the fucking killer."

I nodded, but said nothing.

Mikey shuddered, "I wonder who's next, y'know? The killer isn't picky and he has his ways to lure in his victims. It could be anyone..." He frowned, "Let get outta here, Frank." Before I could argue, he reeled me away from the scene. I was upset that he did. I wanted to know the details of the killing-I wouldn't call it sick or weird.

I would call it...curiosity.

A curiosity for the killer as well. I always wondered who he was. This is a small town, so he had to be among us-making everyone afraid to trust. This psychotic killer impacted this town, leaving no clue behind. Everyone was scared. I was interested. I wanted to know more about him.

When reaching Mikey's house, he said, "Wanna come in?" He smiled, looking down at me.

Mikey loved me. And by love, I mean affectionately. I didn't feel the same-it was nothing personal. I just couldn't love. I never loved anyone or anything ever since I was young. I knew I liked men, but I just couldn't love anyone. I shrugged, "Yeah, sure."

He smiled widely before grabbing my hand and pulling me into his home, through the kitchen, down the hall, into his room last door to the right. Mikey threw himself onto his bed and slightly pulled me with him. I moved away onto his chair next to his desktop computer, "Who do you think is the killer?" I asked randomly.

"Didn't we go through this last year?" He said, kicking off his shoes, "I'm not sure. The killer is so well blend into our society, that it's hard to tell."

I spun in the chair once before replying, "You have to suspect someone."

Mikey laid out onto the bed, looking up to the ceiling, "I suppose if I had to suspect anyone it would be...Mr. Gram."

I laughed, "Mr. Gram? He's so old! He couldn't have possibly have killed a young woman,"

Mikey scrunched his nose, "He's creepy."

I smiled lightly, but said nothing. I got up from the chair, to the open window. I leaned against the frame, my eyes set on people walking pass the house. I said, staring at the individuals, "It has to be someone young-a man. Someone who doesn't care-maybe someone so young, strong-maybe muscled?" I couldn't picture anyone so...interesting to kill someone of any age."

"Interesting? You find the killer interesting?" Mikey asked suspiciously.

I turned to Mikey whose eyes stared into mine, "Don't you?" I asked back.

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