Rosie awoke to a THUMP coming from outside. It sounded very human. Rosie whimpered, grabbing her shotgun and loading a round. She slowly walked out and looked around. Thanks to her owl and lion like biology, seeing in the dark was a moot point for her.

THUMP.

She whipped around to see what the new thump was. But then, her gun was wrenched out of her hands. She tried to fight back, but was stopped by a rag over her face. She smelled the familar scent of chloroform.

She tried to struggle against it, but that only made it worse. She looked up at her captor.

Green eyes, red hair, freckles, chubby...

Alyva.

Rosie's eyes widened in shock before they closed.

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682 awoke to Holly sobbing and trying to shake him awake.

[Holly, what's wro-] He didn't even get to finish his sentence before she dragged him somewhere.

And then he saw why.

There lay Rosie's bloody jacket on the ground, with bits and pieces of her shirt there too. Her blood was EVERYWHERE.

682 gasped and teared up.

[N-n-no....NO!] He ran over to the jacket,  sobbing into it. Breathing in through his nose made it go numb. He wondered why, until a police officer approached him.

[Don't worry, we've already gotten all the evidence we need. We can't find your sister's body. The culprit made sure there was no fingerprints on the jacket and even coated it in numbing powder so our scent dogs couldn't follow the trail."

682 snarled, tail lashing. The culprit behind this was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

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Alvya had quickly ditched the gituar after finding out it hadn't improved her skill. She snarled. Now she was screwed, since she had killed Rosie.

But luckily, the fair was in town today.

Time to become a needle in a stack of needles.