Slasher Strikes Again:

Simone’s Notes:

On November 15, Kimberly Logan, a black prostitute from the Lyell Avenue area, was discovered dead beneath a pile of leaves in someone's yard. She'd been battered and kicked in the abdomen. Oddly, the medical examiner found leaves stuffed down her throat. While she had not been found near the Gorge or its general locales, her file was added to the growing pile of other unsolved murders of the area's women of the night. The woman, who had been preserved somewhat by the cold weather and the covering, lay facedown. Spots on her skin suggested decomposition, so she had been killed earlier, by as much as two or three weeks, but that would be for Nick Forbes to tell them. A considerable amount of blood had settled into her back, which meant that she had been lying on her back after death for a period of time, and now here she was on her face. Someone had come and turned her over. Her position suggested that she'd been anally penetrated after death. She'd also been strangled, but that wasn't all. When they turned her over, they saw that some time after she had died, she'd been cut from the top of the chest between her breasts all the way into the vaginal area, like a gutted deer. Upon close inspection, it looked as if the vaginal lips had been removed. This killer had returned for some perverted pleasure. Yet the analysis at the morgue indicated that there was no semen in or on the body. In the weeds, the techs found a knife and a bloody towel, but there would be no fingerprints. As usual, there was very little physical evidence.

In the early hours of the next morning, an old woman was walking along the road along the countryside when she came across a horrible sight. Actually, the poor woman saw two horrible sights. She fled into a local bar and demanded to use the phone to call the police. Within minutes, the investigation team was on the job. The crime had two victims this time. So far, everyone was gathered around to the first victim. It was a colonel and he had been murdered the same way the other men were murdered in the brothel houses. His body was limp and cold hanging out of the car. His pants were down around his ankles and his shirt was open. The man’s eyes were still open in complete lust. (Hughes had to close the colonel’s eyes to keep sanity.) This was without a doubt another Night Slayer victim. “Why do you she leaves them out?” David asked Hughes. “Dunno,” the lt. colonel replied. “It’s like she wants us to find the bodies!” “For what reason?” Havoc whispered. “Glory, maybe.” Daniel suggested. All four men shuttered at that one. “But she always leaves their wallet and money that they hadn’t paid.” David pointed out. “Why does she kill the men, craved up their genitals, leave the bodies, and not take anything?” Hughes asked. “I don’t know.” David replied. “I just don’t know.”

In the background, Edward was watching the others. He was looking at the dead colonel in the car. See? You were lucky not to be him! [Shut up! That’s not the point!] But it’s the truth. You could’ve been dead. You see, Edward went to see another hooker on the same night of the murder. He once again lied to Winry about doing so. The girl Ed was with last night had lips like sweet oranges. Her smile was a cute one. She has a healthy tan to her skin. Her black and gold mini-dress fit in all of the right places. Edward really loved her long graceful legs. They met on the street going into the Red Light District. The girl suggested that they went out into the woods for some fun. Willing to try anything new, Ed agreed to do so. The alchemist began to remember that mouth hug she gave him in the woods last night. The licks and nibbles were the best part of the whole thing. He kept fading in and out into pleasure. “Why couldn’t Winry be like this more often?” the client thought happily. It took all of the boy’s self-control not to buck into the young hooker’s face. He let his good hand run through her blackish-maple hair. That was a wonderful night. The best part was that dragon kept its mouth shut the entire time! Yes! That was the best. But soon, that memory would bring more pain to the alchemist.

“Guys!” someone yelled out. Everyone looked up quickly. Fuery was standing over near some high grass. He was pointing to something in it. “Come look at this!” the master sergeant yelled out. “We have another victim!” Everyone ran to the tall grasses and crowded around. The men’s faces went pale in a flash. Edward felt himself get sick with guilt. The victim that Kain was referring to was the hooker that Ed was with last night. She had been strangled and beaten to death. A red line was all around her pretty neck. Her black and gold mini-dress was badly torn. Blood stained her blackish-maple hair like dye from the blows to the head. Her limps were like crushed butterfly wings. Blood was all over her sweet orange face. Her lips were badly swollen. The hooker had many blows to the chest. Her abdomen had been stabbed as well. Nobody could speak at all. “My darling…” Edward thought in guilty terror. “Poor soul!” Nathan replied. “What do you think happened with her?” “A witness possibly?” Havoc suggested. “She looks as if she was beaten and left to die out here.” “You think?” Fuery asked. “Poor girl…” Edward wanted to run away as far as he can. His sweet orange angel had fallen victim to the Night Slayer. “My love is dead…” he thought in concealed sorrow.

Hughes noticed the major’s face. “Edward?” he asked. “What’s the matter? Did you know this girl or something?” The alchemist froze in a nervous wreck at that question. How could he answer? If he told the truth, everyone would know what he was up to. However if he lied, he would be pissing all over is baby’s memory. Ed was like a prisoner on a high cliff between the guards and the ocean. There was only one chance for dignity. “No,” the alchemist spoke up. “I’ve never seen her in my life!” The lt. col. looked at him for a while. Edward tried not to look nervous. “Please buy it!” he thought. Maes just shrugged in response. “Alright,” he said. Then, they all watched as some of the men dragged away the body for examination. Edward felt even worse for lying now. He wanted to cry for his late lover but he couldn’t. He would be exposed for lying and create some suspicion about what he did in his free time. “I am so sorry, my lover!” the alchemist thought in misery.

That afternoon, Mustang sat in the bar stressed out. This was the eighth and ninth killing this month. There were no clues at all! Even with Tawny and Ian helping out with the case, everyone was still drawing up blanks as to who the Night Slayer was and why she was killing off of their men and maiming their genitals afterwards. People were being to talk about the military even more. “Perverted dogs finally getting the very punishment that they deserve!” they were saying. “I really hope that Night Slayer woman really takes them all out!” Mustang and French ordered all of their men not to visit any brothels until this case was over. But that just wasn’t enough. The brigadier general shook his head hard. This really wasn’t his week! “Damn it!” he thought in stressed anger. “Why can’t anything go right for me for once lately?”

“Colonel?” Roy heard someone ask. The man slowly looked up in confusion. Selena stood right beside of him smiling. “Oh, it’s you.” Mustang replied. The woman sat down next to him. She turned to the bar tender and said, “Two cherry sherries, please.” The tender nodded at her and got to work. Selena turned her attention back to Mustang. “You seem so stressed out colonel,” she spoke up. “Do you want to talk about it?” Roy finished his drink in response. “I am a brigadier general now,” he corrected her first. Then, Mustang told her all about Riza dumping him, him almost losing his rank, the Night Slayer case, and the nurses and other women in his life tormenting him. His friend felt deep sympathy for him. She lightly put her arm around his shoulders. “Aw don’t worry,” the woman said softly to him. “Things will turn around for you. Here.” Then, Selena reached into her dress, pulled out a piece of folded paper, and handed it to the general. Mustang looked at her concerned as he took it. “May I ask what this is?” he asked. Selena smiled at him again. “It’s my address,” she answered. “Feel free to visit me whenever you like.” Then, the woman pulled out a huge wad of cash from her bright red purse and turned to the bar tender. “This will cover his drink and mine!” she replied. Then, the woman rose to her feet and left the bar. Everyone watched her do so. At first, Mustang just couldn’t believe it. Did Selena just hit on him? Then, a smile came to brigadier general’s face. “Well, okay!” he thought. “I accept your offer, miss!” Then, Mustang put the paper into his jacket and ordered himself another drink.