Murderous Rampage || icapkirk
They were too close on the trail, and he should have known The Manhattan Police Department would finally catch up to him. Why wouldn't they? He leaves his mark, a circle inside another circle connected to a triangle, on every dead body he leaves. Spock knew at some point in his career, he would need to move, and as far as possible so no trace could be left of his location.
San Francisco seemed like the perfect place, so many new faces and little known about the new guy in the city. On his first night, he decided he would try the new city, and committed his first murder in days. The feeling of the cool blade against his fingertips renewed the sensation of pleasure. Spock left the scene with a bloodied blade in his pocket and a warm smile on his face. He would certainly look for the newspaper tomorrow morning.
Spock returned to his luxurious apartment, cleaning off his knife and clothes, and eventually going to bed. He woke up the next morning, walking out onto the street, passing by a stand with a picture that captured his eye. Picking up the paper, he read the headline "New Terror In San Francisco", accompanied by the picture of his work. He slammed the money for the paper on the counter, walking away while reading. One question caught the killer's attention; "Has our city's serial killer brought on an assistant, or has a new alpha moved in on our municipality?"
