~*The Sisterhood [Part 2]*~

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'Holy fucking shit... Who could have done this?'
'I don't know Mike.'
'Christopher, yes I am a cop. But throughout the years there was no such thing as murder in our town. With a knife.'
'Mike'
'I am serious.'
'Mike'
'I'll take photos of this. This has got to be seen.' A young woman-journalist said.
'Mike, damn you, take her away. That's my wife there on the floor. See her? Look at her eyes! You see them madam? You see that?'
'Christopher, calm down. She's going, she's going. See? She's gone.'
'Thank you, Lord.'
'Why don't you want people to know this, Chris?'
I looked at him like I was ready to tear his eyes out. And I really was ready. Mike was my best friend. He also was a police officer. He loved his job. He also was my wife's first boyfriend. My wife had loads of boyfriends because she was amazingly beautiful; no wonder ol' Mikey fell for her. No wonder I fell for her. I was also the lucky one because I was her last boyfriend and her only husband. We've lived together for three years. Of course, we had those minor arguments, everyone does. But that day she was furious. She was wild. I was just afraid of her. So I ran away to another woman. Wouldn't you do the same?
No.
No, you wouldn't. Because you are not a coward as me.
Yes.
Yes you would. Because you are a sleazy mother fucker as me.
I looked at my dead wife again. She was beautiful. She always looked good. But now she's dead. Not alive. Not with me. I am alone. I am so alone. It's just me, my shadows, my home, my hand, my body, my words, my voice, my pain, my hatred, my table, my bed, my pillow and my cover. Ana never liked sharing covers. Well now she doesn't have to have one. Just because it's all mine. And I am so alone. I am hideous without her.
'Chris? Do you hear me?'
I am hideous without her.
'Chris? Are you ok?'
I am hideous without her.
'Chris, for God's sake, answer me!'
I am hideous without her.
'Chris!'
'I am hideous without her! Do you hear me Mike? I am hideous without her! Look at me! I said look at me!' I fell down and hid my face. I indeed was hideous.
'Chris, stand up.'
'No'
'Christopher. Stand up for Ana.'
'For Ana?'
'Yeah. For Ana. Let me help you.'
'I love Ana. Will she come with me? Let me help her.' I went nearer my wife's body.
'Ana! Stop playing already, honey. Let's go. I will make you your favorite Latte. I remember - no sugar. Oh stand up, Ana. Annie, come on.'
'Chris, she's dead.'
'Oh, she's just playing. Annie, I love you. Annie! I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Annie!'

'Chris, will you be a man and look at her dead body? She's dead. She's not alive! Chris, pull yourself together!'
'Am I crazy? Am I crazy, Mike? I am insane. Yeah?'
'You are not. Let's go to the kitchen, I'll make you a cup of tea. Come on.'
He pulled me away from Ana's body. We went to the kitchen. I sat down and drank my tea. It was bitter. Yeah, everything was bitter at that moment.
'Why don't you want the world to know about Ana's death?'
'Why don't you put an obscene sex scene into "Tom & Jerry"?'
Mike looked away. I stopped controlling my thoughts and thought out loud. It was disturbing him. I felt it. He was concerned about me and my mental health, obviously.
'Chris... 3 more women died the same way yesterday. The interval between the death of your wife and Simon Wilson's is about 15 minutes. The second interval is also 15 minutes. And the third is 16 minutes.'
'We're dealing with a fast guy. Huh?'
'We sure are. All of the bodies are now experimented on. All three husbands allowed it. They want to know the killer. I was just wondering...'
'Take the body, Mike. We both know that you don't need my permission. You just let me know.'
'If you put it that way... Yeah, you are probably right.'
'I want to know the killer, Mike. I want to know his name. I want to know ways how to curse him, Mike. You hear me?'
'I hear you, Chris. I hear you. Me too.'
I felt his great and positive energy coming towards me. I've been acting very selfishly. I decided to change that.
'How is your wife, Mike?'
'Elizabeth...'
'You have a lot of wives?', I chuckled a bit,'Of course, Elizabeth!' I even smiled a bit.
'She was the third victim. The last one.'
I looked at him. I saw a real man; unlike me, crying like a girl. He was so strong. He was an idol of the moment. He was THE MAN. Not me. I spent the night with a whore and my wife had been murdered. I am a shitty bastard.
'Where were you? How come you didn't protect her?'
'I hate myself for what I have done. I know that you're certainly no priest but can u listen to my confession?'
'You should definitely speak up.'
'We had an argument with Elizabeth. And I went out. I saw a girl... Well, you know, a bitch. And I... I was so angry. I was desperate. I was a piece of shit. And I am a piece of shit until now.'
'I see.'
I didn't tell him that I also was a piece of shit. I didn't have the guts to do it. That situation made me wonder...
'What was her name?' I asked.
'Who's?'
'The girl's?'
'You're laughing at me, Chris?'
I kept silent. What was the difference anyway? Why did I ask that?
I watched him writing a note in his notebook. He was writing fast. He was in a hurry. He took his police jacket. And was just about to leave my kitchen, suddenly he stopped. He didn't turn back.
'She was also Elizabeth.'
With these words he went away, leaving me all alone, shocked and inspired by his manhood. I was nothing compared to him and I knew it. I didn't even see a tear in his eye. Not even a little clue of him being sad. He was at work. An excellent officer.
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Mike entered the police car. He was thinking about Elizabeth and the banality of her death as he started crying. He took his gun and pointed it towards his head. This was the end. He looked at his reflection in the mirror right in front of him.
'You are pathetic, Mike' he told himself.
He put his gun away. Then he reached out for some more calming pills. They really helped if you took them in large amounts.

Placebo - In The Cold Light Of The Morning
'We're so... We're so... We're so.... We're so alone.'