Snippet #13367

It was evening, and by now, at least a dozen different pictures of what Marsueves may look like shaved, have aired on the news and the reporters had been talking about the 'safety of the citizens and special precautions that could be taken' nonstop. It was even all over the radio. Calls flooded in saying that they might have seen a Marsueves Black in their apartment building, they know a workmate who might be Marusueves, even people who called in saying they are related to a 'Marcus' Black. It was maddening. All this talk about a serial killer on the loose has made everyone nervous and paranoid.

Harry of course, was keeping up with everything on the radio in his car. He was making his rounds, patrolling the streets, telling people to head inside. We need to establish a curfew... He thought to himself. He'd have to make that suggestion to Lieutenant Garret when he saw him next. The night was silent and eerie. It probably wouldn't have made that much of a change in the first place. The only people he sent home were druggies and prostituetes, so most everyone else was inside out of fear. It was amazing. People can leave such strong and everlasting legacies. Black just happened to leave one of blood and fear. Now almost no one even dare takes a step outside for work.

He heard the radio crackle. It was Officer Garret. Here we go... Harry held his breath. "I have an announcement to all the people of Manhattan. As you all know by now, Marsueves Black has escaped and is on the loose. This man is a frightening and cunning serial killer, who has already killed at least fifteen people total. Two people just today. Now, we know this man is still here, which is why we are going to make sure he never escapes." He paused, then continued. "We have decided to close off the entire island. No one leaves. No one enters. Not without special permission." Harry could just imagine the uproar and maddening yells erupting in homes right now. "Now I know this is extreme, but this is the only solution we have right now that will allow us to capture him quickly. In addition, we are being sent reinforcements from outside, so the Manhattan Police Department is going to receive ample support tonight. Please, just cooperate and help us as much as possible, so that we may be able to take this man down as soon as we can."

And with that, Harry turned off the radio. It began to drizzle. Harry couldn't help but think that heaven was weeping. The police had basically just imprisoned the citizens with a madman who had no thought, no emotion, no remorse. But this time...when we meet...

Harry was coming up to the library, and he had noticed a woman standing out in the rain. He pulled up to her, and rolled down the window. "Uh, ma'am? I'm sorry but you need to head home..." He then realized that there were no cabs around, and he couldn't just leave her out here in the rain by herself. "Um...actually, how about you ride with me tonight? I could get you to where your going."