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Chapter 1

Alice... Alice...Alice... She thought.

The poor woman sitting by her lonesome by the river with only the frogs to listen to her sorrow. She stared at he deep black depths of the water. "Interesting" the woman said to the frogs, their beady blck eyes looking up at her blankly " The water usually changes so much, It's rises and falls like the moon and the sun.It does not anymore, it just stays still and black ever since... ever since Alice- " she could not end her sentence. " My sister, my dear sister whom I love- loved more that life it's self. How fast she changed, if only she had not followed that damed rabbit, if only she had better judgment like I had ever so tried to burn into her." she closed her eyes " But alas she is gone, the sister I knew and loved is gone, died in the depths of that world of evil seduction. If only I could go back and..." she opened her eye's again slowly. She shuddered and broke into tears.

The frogs croaked as if to consoll her, to tell her that all would be okay, that it never happend.

The woman keeled over and died. The handle of the knife in her back glistened with blood.

Miles away a scream broke the silence of liverpool. A house was in flames. The firemen killed it, unfortunatly all the people who were in the house at the time died as well. As police tried to uncover the burnt bodies they discovered something horrific. The bodies were not killed by fire, no not at all. The fire was only made to hide the evidence, either that or the fire was just part of a sick and twisted joke. If it was a joke, whom ever did this was sicker and more insane than anything that could be imagined.

A ften minute walk away, a girl only about fourteen was laughing. She was not laughing at a joke her father made, or laughing while listening to an amusing comment made on the raidio while she was doing her sewing like most girls her age would. No, she was laughing at something much worse and sick. The girl in fact had no father, no family what so ever. She had killed them all, and she enjoyed every moment it. The girl was looking out of the window of an abandoned house at the spectacle she had made. The police were correct that the fire and murders were a sick joke. They could never suspect that they were dealing wih a girl less than eighteen, but had the insanity and murderous ability of a full fledged adult killer.