The day..... i mean month, i mean week. Time has lost railings to the man who looked at the picture in his hand. He couldnt help but stare at it. He felt empty again, no longer whole. His other half burned up and died. Or died in her sleep. The man...... the chief of the police, Allen Bolker, who recently lost his wife in the recent string of murders. He couldnt stand being alone. His kids, were lost to. This time he was the only one left, everyone else had died before.
His revenge, the very sin of wrath ran through his veins. If he had a choice to sentence the creature that did it, to sentenced to death by being stoned or worse. Allen walked into a cafe and sighed. He couldnt help but here some people. One couple about marriage, another about a long string of murders, some drinkers, some waiters, and a bartender. Soon did he know he walked into something he couldnt believe but he doenst know that. Allens shoes clicked as he walked towards the bar and sat down slouched over.
" Vodka please....." He rested his head on the table not knowing what type of game the killer was thinking up.
((what he looks like
http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/3...fav6_large.jpg until i can find something more fitting unless u have an idea. But needs to be slightly bigger))