Muders were happening left and right. A serial killer was on the loose in England, and everyone was scared for their own lives. Families didn't let their kids outside alone, people stopped walking their dogs alone, and they bought new locks for their doors. Everyone was scared, well, expect for Simon. Since he knew that no matter how many murders were going to be committed, he was never going to he one of them.

Simon sunk back into his couch, a cold beer in hand and the other with the remote. He clicked some buttons and ended up on the news channel. There was not one news channel that wasn't talking about the murders. The women on the TV, who was wearing a hot pink dress with a V neck, started to talk, her long chocolate brown hair was in her face. She went on to talk about the murders in grave detail. But it wasn't anything new to Simon. So he just took a sip of his beer then put it down on the coffee table.

He knew by the time on the clock his door would soon fly open. And it did. You came into his house, covered in blood on every inch. The news channel went to a new murder that had just been documented by the police. The man died only 3 hours ago. And it was obvious who did it. You. But you and Simon had agreed that he would be your alibi if you ever got caught in exchange you would kill anyone he wanted. And you did.

You walked towards him, then taking a seat on his lap. You usually smelled like the perfume you usually wore, a lavender smell, but now you reeked of blood. Not that Simon even minded the smell. He wrapped his arms around you and put his head onto your chest. Mumbling up a few incoherent words.

"Everyone's talking about you, darling."