My brother was always very paranoid. With the recent killings around town lately brought this out in him. But he always thought people where out to get him. So when he called me last week to tell me someone was following him, I just blew it off as him just being is typical self. Nothing bad has ever happened to my brother. He has a great life with great friends. He had nothing to be concerned about. However, this time felt a little different. He called me three days in a row, which was a little excessive even for him. Still didn’t think to much about it though.

I really started to get worried yesterday, when my sister-in-law called in the middle of the night. She said he never came home from work yesterday. I knew something was up then. That’s nothing like Derick. I drove over immediately and ran up to their apartment. Sarah was distraught. Her eyes were puffy and red. I asked her to stay calm and talk to me.

“He called me at six o’clock and said he was on the way home. He planned on going by the store to pick up some groceries. I went to bed early because I have to be at the hospital early. When I work at three, I realized he had never made it home. Please do you have any idea where he could be?” Sarah was breathing heavy and fighting back tears.

“Has he told you about this person he thought was following him?”

“What” she asked with a puzzled look on her face. She clearly had no idea.

Guilt began to rush over me. He tried to warn me but I ignored it. I could have done something. Was this my fault?

“Um...well” I stammered not sure what to say. “He told me he thought someone was following him.” I could already see the anger in her eyes. “But you know how he is right? He so paranoid all the time I just thought it was that.”

Silence followed for what felt like hours. Sara’s eyes were filled with tears and anger at the same time. It was almost worst that she wouldn’t say anything. I just wanted her to scream at me but she just stared. Finally I broke the silence.

“Call the police,” I said quickly. “I’m going to head up to his office. See if I can see his car or anything. You stay here. When they get here, let them know where I am.”

I jumped in my car and began speeding across town. Thoughts of what could of happened were flying through my mind. I tried to focus. We’re their any clues on what he told me?

I arrived at his office. The whole parking lot was empty. All except for one car. My brothers car. He hadn’t even made it to his own car. He was either still here or walked somewhere. It had been so long though that he could have been anywhere. I walked up the car. Everything looked fine. Until I noticed on the door handle was blood. The car was locked as I tried to open it. I ran up to the doors and they were still locked. I couldn’t get in. I glanced around but there was nothing standing out to me. I began to walk towards the back of the building, when all of a sudden an awful smell entered the air. I felt like I was going to vomit. I turned the corner with my shirt around my nose. That’s when I saw it. It was a hand. Just a hand and nothing else. Just lying on the ground. No arm attached to, just sitting in a pool of blood. There was a trail of blood. I followed it. The borrow before me was unimaginable. Another hand, then a foot, then the other. I arrived at a dumpster where the smell was at its strongest. My eyes filled with tears. Did I really want to see my brothers disassembled body? I glanced over. I was shocked. It wasn’t my brother at all. It was a woman. Blonde hairs, covered in blood. Missing hands and feet. What the heck was happening?

“Hello Jake,” that voice was unmistakable. I turned around. My brother was standing there covered in blood, dripping off his hands.

“Derick, what? What is happening?”

“This is my third one this month. She was a fighter.”

It was him.