It is a cold, dark night and a damsel is walking home along an alleyway next to some allotments after a long night out with her friends. Whilst walking she hears footsteps behind her, so she quickens her pace, to find that the person behind her does exactly the same thing. She peers behind her to see a silhouette of a tall man holding a gun. The damsel then drops her bag and runs as fast as she can to the end of the ally way. Realising that she’s getting away the man shoots her in the leg, resulting in her falling to the ground. He then pulls out a rope and strangles her to death, leaving her until some one finds her.
Night turns into day and the Damsel lies dead surrounded by police officers and crime scene investigators.
Crime scene investigator; “She’s the same as the others”
Hard boiled detective; “It’s the fourth one this week, I’m sick of this shit!” (Flicks the end of his cigarette at the victim)
Chief Investigator grunts and glares at the body. The investigator along with the hard boiled detective walk away from the scene, leaving the chief of detectives/murdered glaring over the victim, whilst smoking the rest of his cigar. A femme fatale then appears at the opposite end of the ally leaning against the fence watching the chief of detectives.
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