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Laurie "Lemon grass" stretched her arms put in front of her, the high dive of the pool had never frightened her. The girl was know among her peers to be one that looked at almost every situation her life threw at her and faced it all without fear. She placed her toes over the side of the board and took a long drawn out breath. With one graceful motion, she dived.

HE watched her from the glass of the sliding door into the spa pool, his red bloodshot eyes following her as his long ebony coat and blood red scarf fluttered in the chilly autumn breeze. He'd wait until she stayed under the water for a deep dive then he'd make his move.

The air rushed in her ears, her organs shifted as she took the plunge into the icy pool water. There was a heater built in for the winter months, but she found the bitter cold, bracing. The water sent icy electric shocks through every nerve and pore of her body, the deep end of the pool at least twelve feet to the bottom. Her long brown hair billowed behind her as she swam down and over the dark floor of the pool. The silence granting her peace unlike any ever felt before.

He slide the glass door to the pool open slowly as he saw her disappear under the water, his big black boots splashing the puddles of pool water as he took cover in the near darkness of the pool. Foolish girl, she was making this almost too easy. He ducked behind the bleachers as she surfaced and looked around, the lights had been kept off save for the flood lights in the pool itself, her splashing and another dive made it so she didn't hear the rescue hook being lifted off the shelf it was kept on. When Lemongrass broke the surface again, she was greeted with a metal loop smacking her on the skull, the loop wasn't solid enough to cause much pain, but the shock of being hit and the tip made her see flashes of light as she went under and he nose filled with water from not taking a proper breath before going under. In spite of the pain and daze of the blow. She struggled to the surface.

She felt the metal bars of the ladder to climb out, and desperately tried to do so while ignoring the searing pain in her skull. when she got the water from her eyes and could see better, the last thing she saw was a large leather boot kicking her square in the face. The boot had a steel toe in the tip, which made her taste the metallic, salty taste of blood in her mouth before feeling two hard loose bits spit from her mouth into the water. The attacker's kick made her lose four four teeth. Meanwhile he circled around the pool surface side trying to see where she'd break the surface again. Before drawing from the depths of his ebony garb a long shard of broken glass mirror. The shard cast the reflection of the pools lights as he reached down and grabbed Laurie by the long hair. He pulled her from the surface and she coughed up more blood and water still blinded by the chlorinated water and her pain.

"No...Help! let me GO! ALOE LOTUSSSS!" her last words came out as raspy huffs of escaping air as he ran the glass shard across her throat. There are two the things movies get wrong when someone dies like this, if they aren't screaming for mercy, than there's always a thin trail of blood slowly weeping down a slit throat. Well you see, such isn't how it works to really die this way. First off, the broken Trachea cuts off any sounds escaping save for a horn like gasp and wheeze, second, as evidenced by what was happening now. There is always a gush of thick DARK red blood. The spray that spurt from Laurie Lemongrass' neck was like the nozzle on a sink getting turned up to high. The jets of hot red sprayed and floated on the surface of the pool water as it turned bright orange red from mixing with her blood. Jugular vein and carotid artery spewing the vital carrier of nutrients and oxygen as her body shut down in panic from the loss of everything her precious blood provided.

When he was certain she was dead, he lifted her body out of the water and held her in the air by her still dripping neck. His almost faceless form gazing into her cold, dead eyes. It would be a while before this one would be found, and when the other girls did, there would be a few more lost at his cruel and sadistic hands.