Guarding the innocent (Real and Keylee)
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				Title: <strong>Guarding the innocent (Real and Keylee)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keylee</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 05:15:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;Walking along the cobble path way, she held the book under her arm while the other one she held open and reading. Of course Keylee knew where to walk, when to turn and where to avoid the pot holes in the street.&nbsp; It was a quiet town, nothing big ever happened, save for a few misconducts or graffiti on the walls of a broken down building.&nbsp; The lights along the streets flickered on and off as Keylee crossed the street heading to her small apartment. <br><br>Something ran past her, bumping against her shoulder almost making her fall. The book she had in her hand went flying in the air, landing a few feet in front of her. “What the heck…” As she looked up, there was a woman hanging upside down by a threaded rope, blood gushing down her body. <br><br>Stepping back Keylee gasped, her shoes now covered with the crimson red liquid from the puddle under the corpse. Covering her mouth so she would not scream, someone else did.&nbsp; A brown haired woman had bumped past her covered in blood, but alive. She kept screaming and looking down at her arms that were cut by a rather sharp knife. Out of nowhere a man in black jumps from the bushes and grabs the woman covering her mouth. He dragged his knife a crossed her neck, quieting her quickly. As he did he stared at Keylee his eyes evil and thirsting for blood.<br><br>Quickly Keylee dropped her books and ran for it. She was a sprinter in high school and still maintained her figured for one. As she screams she let out screams of terror, hoping to gain someone’s interest to call for the police.&nbsp; The man was right behind her laughing as she turned the corner, almost tripping from a large crack on the road. The killer got close enough to her, so his fingers can brush against her hair. With a renewed passion&nbsp; she ran faster, pumping her long slender legs until finally a police car’s lights flashed on behind her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guarding the innocent (Real and Keylee)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 21:26:54</strong>
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				Derrik got up this day just like the rest, his sleep deterred by screams and faces things he may never stop seeing. He showered and shaved, dressed and was ready for work. Being a 6 ft tall man with a toned figure and skin that was black but in a more week long tanning session in Mexico kinda way, Morris was use to the stares and winks he got from people in his building and sometimes even on the street. Not that his job would ever allow him the ability to date, Morris was a special agent of the FBI used to protect and help witnesses that refused to be relocated. Most days this entitled him the privilege of spending time with ex cons and street trash looking to get some guy off their ass by selling them out. Today as Morris entered his office at headquarters, a knock on the door followed him almost as if someone was waiting for him from a distance. "Come in"... " Hey Chief what can i do for you." " That was great work last week on the Sanchez case Morris so your being promoted." said the Chief. " Promoted, really i thought i was as high as it could get in my unit." "Were creating a new team Morris your going to be the first agent assigned to what we are now calling SWP, Serial killer witness protection. We've noticed a pattern of key witnesses being killed and blowing our cases on serial murders in the city practically setting them free to kill again everytime, we need a guy like you to show them that this won't stand, what do you say." "I'm in." Morris didn't need convincing on this one, his eyes glanced to the picture of his sister on his desk used to remind him why he was who he was and did what he did.<br><br>His first assignment was a girl who the PD picked up earlier being chased, although they didn't see who by, and covered in blood. "<em>At least shes not a Con or a street thug Derrik, this might be enjoyable to a degree.</em>" he said to himself staring at the picture in his file as he pulled into the driveway of the girls current address.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guarding the innocent (Real and Keylee)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keylee</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 20:26:28</strong>
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				(( If i was under witness program I dun think I'd be in my own house, just saying.))<br><br>After the police picked her up, Keylee was shaking badly. Her pale skin now looking sickly pale, as her short curly brown hair framed her face, hiding her shocked look. As the police hand slowly got out of his car, he shined his flash light at her. "Miss, are you ok?" <em> Of course I'm not ok! I'm screaming for my own health!</em> She thought before turning her ice blue eyes away. "No..." Quickly the officer called the station and took Keylee in. They checked to make sure she wasn't intoxicated, but that soon was turned down with a call. They found the body hanging in the trees. Keylee just sat on the wooden hard chair, staring down at her blood soaked shoes. "I want to go home..." She whispered. <br><br>After a few hours of arguing, they finally let Keylee go, agreeing to have a police car drive by the house every hour to insure she was safe. As she stepped in to her house, it was errie and silent. Looking behind the door she opened, the thing framed girl closed it quickly, locking both top and bottom lock. Standing at five feet tall, with well defined chest and hips, she didn't stand a chance against a serial killer. Maybe it was time to take of a self defense class.&nbsp; Slowly, she walked in to her house, it felt cold and lifeless for the first time, why should it change how her house felt to her? Shaking her head she almost slapped herself. "I need to act normal, this is my home, its safe and warm for me! The killer couldn't possible know where I live..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guarding the innocent (Real and Keylee)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 21:41:16</strong>
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				((I thought it would be funn to have to convince you to relocate lol))<br><br>As an hour went by Derrik remained in his car it wad still very early and he nevered wished a shorter sleep then necessary onto a person that just experienced something so traumatic. He relaxed drinking his morning coffee and reading the case file repeated to study the unsubs previous murders and know his next moves like a good chess player. Derrik was taught by the best that most of his jobs aspects could be related to chess, the rook or horseman protecting the many pieces on the board from danger. Always needing to be ahead, by not a step but many to ensure life for his dependants. <br><br>Once his phone sounded the alarm to notify him that it was 9 30 he rose opening the door of his cliche black suv and stepped out onto the driveway, making his way in a slow confident walk he eventually reached the front door stopping to remove his mirrored sunglasses and place them in his front pocket, he then reached out and rang the doorbell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guarding the innocent (Real and Keylee)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keylee</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 22:34:08</strong>
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				Jumping at the sound of the doorbell, she grabbed her lamp to use as a weapon, but then put it back down thinking it was silly. "The killer wouldn't come out in daylight, and knock on my door, that was be silly..." Keylee laughed it off even though she was scared out of her mind. Making her way to the door, she peaks out of the peep hole then turns the locks only opening the door but leaving the screen door locked. "Yes can I help you?" Speaking softly, her skin looked like it has some color again, less sickly than that night. It was nine thirty, a little early for her taste, but she was up, worrying. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guarding the innocent (Real and Keylee)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 05:25:18</strong>
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				Derrik knew the drill and had his badge ready after opening it to show her he said in his deep comforting voice " my name is Derrik Morris I'm with the FBI, I have been assigned to your case so that you are protected and also so I can catch the man or woman after you." Derrik was always a polite gentlemen and kept eye contact at all times using his eyes to help comfort and relax a witness. He knew to not get involved or connected but to care for safety to do his job right and he would never take advantage of such a terrible situation. Derrik also wasn't a monk, he knew when a girl was beautiful and this girl had a natural beauty unlike most, he could see was crying and worrying and still she looked like someone every guy would be happy to end up with. Patiently Derrik asked <br>" do you mind if I come in?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guarding the innocent (Real and Keylee)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keylee</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 08:01:40</strong>
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				(( Yeaahhh she wasn't crying :P)) <br><br>Looking at his badge, she looks to him then to the locks on her door. "Umm... Sure I guess..." Shutting the door, he could clicks from the locks before she finally opens the door all the way and unlocks the screen, allowing him in. She didn't care how polite he was, Keylee instantly didn't like him for some reason. "Do you need another statement or something? All of it is at the police station..." Sighing Keylee rubbed her head, feeling a headache coming on. "Really I have nothing more to add." Walking from the front door hallway after locking the door, Keylee went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. 
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