JUNE- 2014 - 0805 AM
John Fowler stepped outside of the house as the rest of the police team arrived. "False alarm." John said, "We can go."
"What do you mean, we can go?" Axel asked him. "It's a Faul Johann case-"
"No, it's not." John Fowler explained. "It's the victim's ex-wife taking her children back after her release from prison for drug charges. The crime scene doesn't match Faul Johann's patterns in the slightest. The victims throats were cut before they were stabbed forty-nine and sixty times post-mortem, there's a broken window in the back door, the children's rooms are missing clothes and a few toys, and his signature face was not visible as you entered the room. Instead, it's on the back wall, almost as an after thought."
John shook his head, heading for his car. "Not his style at all. Put an APB out for Miss Meinz and run it against stolen cars reported in the last twelve hours. Can we please get back to doing our job and finding the sick, twisted psychopath we've been assigned to catch instead of wasting our time with the regular kind?"
Lukas rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever." he said, reaching for his phone to call it in while looking at Yvonne for a decision as to whether or not they should still investigate the scene.
At the airport, a tall woman stood by the arrivals gate. She was wearing knee-length high heeled boots and her legs seemed to go forever before reaching a leather skirt that seemed to be the minimum legal length to prevent it from qualifying as a belt. Her cream sweater left her shoulders, collarbone, and armpit exposed while covering her large breasts entirely.
Her sleeves went as far as her hands, with holes on the side for her thumbs to poke through, thumbs holding a sign that bore a picture of a crown. She had a pretty face, shining blue eyes and short, orange hair that was stylised and spiked.
She held the sign up high, hoping to attract the attention of the man she was waiting for.
Elsewhere, in the darkness, a small light flickered.
Eighteen young children screamed silently, struggling against their bonds as their eyes shone in terror.
Please don't squirm.
Johann doesn't like it when you're not fun.
One girl, a dark haired timid little thing around the age of seven, froze as Johann gripped her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes.
Won't you come and play with me?