Fear 3

The more I searched for Villain. The more I lost the little hope I started with. Whenever I felt that I was about to find a lead, a person would cry for help. A total of three muggings occurred while I was trying to find a lead towards Villain. One of the muggings involved Dr. Jane Martwell. Whenever I had a broken bone, or bruised rib, I would always go to Jane. She didn't know who I really was. I always came up with an excuse to why I would come to the hospital almost every week. I would always try to get her to be my doctor. She was kind, funny, smart. I liked her. When she ran into my arms after I saved her, I just couldn't think of anything else. Villain, Fear, anything. I wanted to just be in that moment forever.
"Thank you." Those were the only words she told me when she let go. I nodded my head and left for home. I knew I wouldn't be able to find Villain anytime soon. So I went to bed, not to sleep, but to think. I thought about every murder Villain committed, hoping that there would be a clue.

The next day there was a report about a woman found dead near a bridge. I raced over to the crime scene, praying that it wouldn't be Jane. The victim's name was Martha Carter. She had one word knifed into her chest, Fear. It wasn't Villain though. The victim wasn't posed, dismembered. It wasn't anything like Villain's murders. Martha died from being pushed off the bridge, and after that someone wrote Fear sloppily. Everything was wrong. The oddest part of the murder was that there was someone else's blood on the bridge. Showing how there must have been a struggle before Martha died. We had a lead. And it scared me.