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D says something else, but I’m not listening. My eyes are fixed on an outline next to me, forming to be like a human. “Wait…”  I say to D, who stops abruptly. “I can hear something. Someone’s voice.” Someone’s saying something, but it seems that no one but me can hear it. “Savannah, are you okay?” he asks, rushing up to me and shaking my shoulders. I can now make out the beginning of the word and the voice sounds familiar, but I can’t tell who it is through such echo. ‘S-s-s-sav-s’ is all I can make out. I back up and hit the wall, sliding down, starring horrified

Chapter 3      I don't really know why I left and didn't start working. Maybe I was still pissed about being paired with a PI. That's their fault; I don't... "Play well with others".      The walk home is cold and dark, but being alone isn't irregular for me. It isn't for anyone in this town. In my land, we all knew everyone or met them at one point. Now, no one does. Even me and Ruby don't share everything now.      I almost manage to make it back to my apartment, but as I hit the buzzer to let me in, there is a flash of movement. I squint to focus on it, and my eyes narrow in on the crime scene tape I know all too well. The button beep

Chapter 2     She sighs, apparently giving up, and I don't mind. I hate when people meddle. Ruby asks, "Any new cases?" The question makes me mad, she knows that after my last case people don't hire me. Now they only fear me, almost as much as-    "Well, I think I've found you a case. " she interrupts my thoughts, smiling, but also staring at my nails carefully. They've sharpened to a point, curling over my fingertips into menacing claws.    A thick, crisp manilla envelope rests lightly in her hands. It's addressed to Kathrine J. Foxx, but no one calls me that anymore. It's all 'beware of Foxx, don't let her get you!' But it's just not t

Chapter One             I shoot up, clutching the blankets around me and desperately screaming. Pain still shoots up my hand, but after waking up it is much more bearable. Was that a memory? I wonder, rubbing my head. My hair falls in my face, covering my vision in thick, fiery red strands.                   It is coated in red blood where I had touched it. I had been scratching myself during the nightmare- or memory- whichever it was, I can't tell anymore. They come too often.       The door to my apartment flies open and ruby runs in, her hair t