Fan: Secrets...

Here I am, sitting here In a cold, dark alleyway, shivering desperately. Last time I was in a situation like this I was glaring into the eyes of some Western style cop. You're probably wondering what I'm talking about so here goes nothing! My name is Jimmy Casket; I'm a notorious serial killer based in western U.S. Most of the time, I execute my kills and stunts to avoid cops like a charm; I WOULD have this time, but darn Maxwell Acachalla sold me out to the cops to get his criminal record cut. I shouldn't have trusted him in the first place, that man. Don't worry, he'll pay someday...

For now, I have to stay in hiding from the swat team. Despite this not being the first time I have had to hide, something just feels slightly off about this case. No. I must never trust my gut. It's usually everyone's mistake, never mind me! I can't rely on anything but my own conscience in this body. By that, I mean my 'alter ego' Johnny Ghost could be in control there. he NEVER HAS GOOD INSTINCTS!

I hear the roar of those dreadful sirens close in on me. If I'm escaping this predicament, I must act fast. Scanning the alleyway heavily I notice a net leading to the top of a nearby construction centre. In all but a quick dash, I dart towards the net in hopes of climbing up. What have I just done? Sure, I made it up thatchallenge of a getaway but I've also given away my destination to the cops.

"Stop! Things will only get worse when you run!" They scream while I scramble out of this tall building's window onto the roof of small houses. My desperate flee eventually became a success as I hopped away from the now ever so distant sirens. Before taking a huge sigh of relief, I quickly muttered to myself "Told you gut instincts were a Bad idea!"

My feeling of joy quickly came to an end though when a haunting realization ran over me... I left the bodies! After i took my first step towards that net, failed to remember that the forensics team could identify me any minute now!