Anxious, sweaty palms and chapped lips just cracking in the terror, was Mr. Milfred's posture of straight sitting in the back of a S.W.A.T. Team truck. He was awaken by a loud ringing that evening in his right pocket as he was sleeping off another depressed-drinking hang over. His daughter, his baby girl went to the house. He couldn't believe it, shame and guilt about the case and her involved with it, flushed over him.

He now sat in the truck next to men in bullet proof vests and helmets, with big guns. His hands covered his face as he leaned his head against the wall. The truck began to make fast twist and turns before it made a screeching stop.

The men poured out of the truck, it was dark now but there was stars tonight, which peaked through the dark trees. Mr. Milfred followed group, shutting his eyes from the lights which blared aggressively swishing around .

The half police team was there, even Denis's cousin who was in charge of the K-9 department was there, helping release the hounds in the forest to look for the teenagers. The reckless, stupid teenagers.

Even retired veterans came out with their pistoles in their hands. Mr. Milfred had no idea what to , do he was just the detective after the crime scene, never in the middle. But he did know one thing, he wanted to kill this wicked creature.

He took his gun and unlocked the safety button with his slippery finger. His cold angry eyes fixated on the house the S.W.A.T. Team smothered around. They were waiting from their ear peice, orders from the Commander and Chief himself.

Commander and Chief was Albert Williams, was a successful man which explains why he was still single, never having any real emotional relationship with woman at age fifty-seven. Everyone including Mr. Milfred, envied him. He was good looking for his age and built like a toned and curved rock. He was fierce like warrior straight out of the times of their ancestors.

Mr. Milfred charged up to him. "Sir, let me go in my daughter maybe in there."

"You stupid Milfred?" Mr. Williams said is lips pursing as he spat at the ground near Mr. Milfred's shoes. "There is a serial killer inside, and you want to go in?"

"My fucking daughter maybe in there, with a fucking killer. There is a S.W.A.T Team here. Give me a few mintues to scope the place." Mr. Milfred began to snarl through his teeth.

"Your asking for a death wish. Your not a scout, your just the head of the detectives!" Mr. Williams snapped. His body grew tense to show his authority over the powerless detective. This police department worked like a monarch classification, with Mr. Williams on top.

So, Mr. Milfred knew he couldn't bluntly say he was going to kill the man who rightly deserved it. Since Mr. Williams would never allow it.

"Sir, if you let me in, you can keep fifteen percent of my pay after the government and their taxes take their share. Don't take and if I die, instead, take all my possessions." Mr. Milfred begged.

Mr. William's eyes lite up in interest with a sly smirk. At this point everyone in the whole country was greedy since there wasn't enough money for anyone to have a stable life. "Very well." Mr. Williams said as he rubbed his bearded chin. "Go on inside."

Mr. Milfred gave a quick nod as he turned to face the house. He walked quickly towards the porch until he reached it. His heart raced when his slipping fingers were finially able to grasp the cool brass door knob. He pulled it open with a large jerk.

The door creaked open and when it did, the near by S.W.A.T pointed their guns, they were alerted at the nose. Their flash lights resting on there guns glowed into the first hall.

Mr. Milfred stepped inside. He pointed his gun at each direction bending his knees in a fighting stance. He began to go through each room, the first one room was full of candles on the floor and nothing he hadn't seen the other day. But what did catch his attention the most in the back of the house,in the kitchen.

He saw lights, firery orange glow from kitchen. The door for the kitchen was shut closed, but other than Mr. Milfred approaching the door, it seemed like no one was in the kitchen or even near it.

Not looking behind him, he took a chance a lunged at the door handle finding it locked. With all his strength of slamming his shoulder he busted into the room. A little off balance he tried to secure a heroic stance flinging the point of his little hand gun everywhere. "POLICE" He screamed angrily to the empty room.

His eyes moved quickly around the kitchen, the kitchen floor was almost covered with candles giving off the orange glow he saw between the cracks of the door a few moments ago. The kitchen looked old and dull, uninteresting.

Mr. Milfred knew definitely someone had to be in the house, they were just in hiding, candles don't light themselves.

"STOP HIDING! SHOW YOURSELF FOR ONCE COWARD!YOUR SURROUNDED BY A S.W.A.T TEAM, USE YOUR HEAD AND COME OUT BEFORE WE KILL YOU!!!" Mr. Milfred slurred as he gridded his teeth together.

That was when the door behind him, forcefully smashed close. The house shook a little by the aggressive blow. Mr. Milfred jumped with a yelp as he spun around.

His eyes grew huge, how could the man behind him...could close a door with such force? But what shocked him the most was, it was Devon. His heart sunk with his terror growing deeper, expanding through out his whole body.

When the last time he saw Devon, he was dressed in a lovely suit with his hat tipped low so his face was not shown. But this time, his fat grin did show and his mouth opened, letting out a deep handsome chuckle. "Mr. Milfred, I've been expecting you. But Your a tad early than expected."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Milfred said with his legs shaking in uncontrolled movement. He felt like this man had a great deal of power. But what tingled Mr. Milfred in agitation of uneasiness was he did once search for Devon Pristine, through medical, crime and social news records. He couldn't find trace of him, even in the police system's computers.

The things Devon committed in his peculiar ways, couldn't have been done by any human. In fact, it was almost too unrealistic with an breath taking perfection every single crime he committed. Mr. Milfred should have expected nonetheless it was the mysterious Mr. Pristine.

"It was you...the whole time..." Mr. Milfred stared at Devon Pristine, whose body shook as he held in a very pleased laugh. "How could it be you? How???"

"Such a curious man, daughter like father so it seems." Devon cackled pleased, his long tongue licked his lips. Mr. Milfred held in a scream, it frightened him how Devon Pristine had a thick, purple, pointed at the tip and very long, tongue.

"What did you do to here?!" Mr. Milfred screeched raising his gun to Devon's head. "I'LL KILL YOU."

"Hmmmm" Devon said playfully. "So loving, after all this week, watching you both I found it so fascinating how your love would make you sacrifice yourself for her. Though I suspected it, I knew I could have you both as my victims! It was too easy! I watched the two of you, follow each other around through out every day. Meeting up for coffee at your break and her lunch hour for school. So sweet, you even brought her lunch that one time since she forgot her's. It made you late for work didn't it?"

"Why do you want us?! Let her go!!!" Mr. Milfred said he could barely hear what Devon's calm and cheerful voice said next.

"You both are healthy and well managed, I need you for the collection. I can get big money from both of you. Before you met me on the train, I went through your medical records seeing a perfect score, but I never knew you had a daughter." Devon said, he still had not made a single move, other than his lips.

"Where is she??" The father sobbed, he cried out in agony of deep confusion.

"I only like picking from the sea of humans, families of deep love and devotion along with perfect health records. But, humans and their emotions fascinate me, I love watching them crumble like this. Letting them slowly slip into terror. The world is full of madness, yes, you know that, but do you want to see all of it now, this very night?" Devon said cocking his head.

Mr. Milfred was sobbing and his hand shook so much he could barely pull the trigger. He kept shooting at the man who did not even flinch. Devon Pristine took each bullet personally, until Mr. Milfred had no more. There was no wholes in his coat, or blood gushing out. It horrified Mr. Milfred.

Devon slowly moved his gloved hand and touched the cheek of Mr. Milfred. His thumb wiped the tears away from the victem's face. His other gloved hand gently reached the breast pocket on his jacket, and pulled out a soaking wet silk cloth.

Mr Milfred jerked in surprise as he felt heavily intoxicated. Devon pressed cloth against Mr. Milfred's nostrils. Mr. Milfred's head began to spin dizzily, making him tiredly fall in the killer's arms.