Beep. Beep. Beep. It took me a few seconds to register the familiar sound of my alarm clock, and following my routine I flung my hand over and hit the button, the beeping stopping. I layed there with my eyes shut and stretched out my arms, before opening them and throwing the cover off of me. I looked at the alarm clock and it read 8:00 A.M.. I let out a yawn and stood up, paying more attention to finding something to wear. I settled with a dark blue pair of jeans, and threw them on. I left my room and headed down the hallway, truning into the kitchen I promptly hit the brew button on my coffee machine, and popping the fridge opem. I jumped slightly at the sound of the phone ringing and quickly answered it. "Hello?" "Hey Marc, it's Detective Will" "What's going on Will? Your calling earlier than normal" "Yeah, well, our killer struck again last night, stabbed awokan 53 times in the stomache, and that wasn't even to kill her. He thrusted the blade through her throat." I walked out to the living room and sat down, processing this information. "Jesus Christ man, did you guys find anything to lead to a suspect?" "Well, that's what im calling about Marc, the bridge the woman was killed under, the killer left your name in her blood, and i'm afraid since thats the only thing we have to off of, we're taking you into custody." My eyes widened as the realization came across me, and I faintly heard the door open and watched as a escort of officers came in to detain me. I'm not really the killer, am I? Do I really play god?
