The chilled winds of autumn  blew leaves of red-orange and gold across the cityscape of Central park. The October moon illuminated brightly over head casting down long shadows across the park. Usually ,with Halloween so near they city planner would have to park completely decorated for this seasons October festival. A time when everyone young and old gathered to join in the festivities that made Halloween such a wonderful time to celebrate, but no noises of joy or laughter would fall this season. The whole park had been cut off from civilians. Yellow taped by the sectors Police department. New York  Central had become one of the most dangerous places in the city and the city was already known for it’s high crime.<br/><br/>There had been many cases of homicides in the past few months. Most of the victims were prostitutes , drug dealers or bums. It was like fate had dealt a cruel hand to  what the upper class called the scum of society. A modern Jack the Ripper tale come to laugh except whoever was doing all the killings weren’t just killing of the prostitutes  alone. The police could never trail any good leads. The guy was just to good for he left the scene of the crime without a slight piece of evidence.<br/><br/>However one soul was bold enough to walk in the park that night for between the two of them they were actually dark in nature. If anyone were near by the would hear the clicking of heels on the cement pavement. Her name was Lady or Lady Death in the tabloids. She stood 5’8, with long slender  lean legs, her waist was thin, but her thighs were thick and her athletic tone gave her femininely fit build. Her complexion was pale almost milk white, just like her hair which was also of the same tone, it flowed down her back and along her shoulders wildly. Her lips were rosy and pouted, but her eyes were her most noted features for she head no pupils, white was the color of her eyes and they never changed except when in extreme duress. She was unnatural beauty-one of them. She could have gone by many names, demoness, witch,  or her favorite “The cursed one”.  None of those names given to her by man were appropriate . She was a banshee-  Death in female form…well actually now she had a new libido, a purpose as the savior of this poor city and she wasn’t the only one.<br/><br/>Stopping at the scene of the crime she could easily make out the old blood stains that were left in the grass. The police report had stated that the victim hadn’t originally been in the park, but was chased. Kneeling down as she hugged her  brown trench coat to her she trailed her pale hands over the area. Gathering what else she could she headed back towards headquarters to further investigate. Slipping her lithe fingers into the pocket of her coat she pulled out a pair of black shades which she slid up the bridge of her nose before exiting the park.<br/><br/><br/>