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*Entry for the Sony Young Movellas Awards*

Carving symbols. This is usual for Halloween. But in pumpkins. Not people.

Dr Kayla Dymond and Detective Matthew Evans are the worlds youngest detective/pathologist duo. They've solved countless murders by the ages of 16 and have now been summoned to help solve the greatest mass murder case of the 21st century.

Could this be the work of a single man or a massive cult?

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8. Chapter 8

Avebury, Wiltshire

"I-it's Dan. H-he's dead!" A young girl stuttered as she walked towards an older man who was leaning against a stone.

"I know." He responded carmly. "I killed him."

"W-what? Why?"

"He tried to leave." He said, voice smooth and cold as ice. "He packed his bags and walked. Walked out on us. On you."

"N-no. N-not Dan. H-he wouldn't"

"He did!" He shouted, losing his cool composure. He reached his arm out suddenly and grabbed her by the throat. Whilst slamming her against the stone he had previously been leaning again, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a razor, still spotted with blackening red specks still covering the blade. In a split second he had removed his hand from her throat and replaced it with with the aforementioned blade.

"N-no. H-he was l-looking for someone." She sobbed. "A-a girl. S-some doctor w-working on the case."

"Really? Who?"

"I-I-I don't know! S-she's y-young though. I-in her teens."

"Odd. Someone that young, working on a case like this. Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah. Q-quite sure."

"Hmm..." He muttered, still not loosening his grip. "Any way I could find out about  this girl?"

"N-not that I kn-know of. Dan m-m-might of h-had something on his ph-phone."

"I have his phone right here." He said. At thee same time as speaking he pulled out a sleek black iPhone. "Do you know the code?"

"Y-yeah. One. Eight. Three. Two." She said, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd let her go. She knew that wouldn't happen, he's too ruthless. Once all the information she could give had been given, she would be killed. Like the others. Like Dan.

"Thank you." He pushed the numbers and the phone unlocked. He pushed the 'safari' icon but the page said 'Sorry. Cannot connect to the internet right now.' He grumbled in frustration and slid the phone back into his pocket. "Now, what shall we do with you?" He muttered, more to himself that to her. She just wimpered and shivered under his touch, her breath smoking in the cold october air. "Now now. Don't be scared." He whispered into her ear. "It'll be painless."

She closed her eyes and she felt warm tears slide down her ice cold face. This was it. Now she'd been used and finished with it was time to be disposed of. She wouldn't struggle as she knew what would happen if she did. As he pushed the blade into her neck, the beads of blood dripped down her neck. She placed her handon her arm and fingered her tattoo.

 'Κύκλος Αθήνας'.

 'Athena's Circle'.

She'd only joined because of Dan. Now he was dead and in less than 5 minutes so would she.

The blade was moved away from her neck and in without even thinking she placed her hands upon it. Blood slipped through her fingers like sand through a sieve. A strangle gurgling sound emitted from her throat and all she felt was the throbbing of the wound, the beat of her heart slowing.

The man looked at the weak woman who was dying in front of his very eyes but no sign of remorse showed in his almost black eyes.

She opened her eyes and looked at him before she took once more breath and let the black envelop her.

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