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well, I know its like a month late but here is my entry for week 2's challenge on something creepy. I hope you all like it... smile

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They say that a person's eyes are the windows to their soul. Sometimes I wonder if that holds true for a dead one... maybe that way I could find out what happened to the girl that lay before me. Despite her death, her face seems to be so peaceful with eyes that seem to stare off into total bliss. She is the fourth victim of this past two months... obviously prey to a serial killer. If it weren't for the way in which her body was found... this case would have simply be dismissed as another regular murder. However the peculiar way in which the bodies have been found and the correlation between the victim's circumstances leads us to believe that this is the work of a same individual.

Each victim found had their eyes open with an expression of peace. The strange thing about this that is awkward is that despite the brutal manner in which their bodies were found they still held that peaceful expression on their face. How can someone go through so much pain and yet manage to look happy? As a detective, I feel baffled by it all. But as a woman, I can't help but feel sad... All these women had bright futures ahead of them... They were survivors... examples that the big diseases of this world could be beaten. They were my role models. Because of women like them I haven't given up on myself and am willing to use my body as test sample on that medication.

As the days go by, my investigation has had very little progress...just like this old body of mine... the disease has not spread yet neither has it receded. I guess you can call it a stalemate on its part. Oh well, it doesn't really matter. All I care for is that I can continue on this line of work. Today I have to get another dose of that medication at the clinic again. For some reason, the waiting room seems a bit less crowed. Some of the usual regulars on the same treatment are not here.

They must've changed their schedules is what I thought at first until I noticed that with each couple of visits to the clinic I would find more available chairs in the waiting room and less regular patients. Something doesn't seem right about this.

"Detective-san! the doctor is ready to see you."

"yes, thank you, miss."

With my detective's curiosity at work again and in pondering about the diminishing patient numbers, I decide that proceeding with my treatment would perhaps be the best way to figure out what is going on first hand.

Treatment is the same as usual not much changed. Somehow it just makes me feel more full of life... as if all troubles are gone. Visit after visit treatment after treatment the patterns remain the same... less patients... a better feeling me. I'm feeling so great that I now realize that it is too late for me... The answer to the "peaceful eyes" murder string has been right in front of me this whole time... or perhaps within me. All the victims were patients of the investigational drug. And all have been slowly disappearing and yet I still remain...

Put your hands in the air. Do not attempt to resist arrest...

I'm so happy... the case has been solved... Let them have peace... undisturbed peace for all eternity.