Prelude: April followed the Black Cats pretty closely. Her facebook and twitter feed were clogged with retweets and shares every time some more victims popped up. It was an outrage, she'd tell you, that these people could do these horrible acts without repercussion. Still, there was a part in the back of her mind that stirred every time she read the stories. When she read about the little girls, their faces shoved into those big, black asses... and the pictures of the girls along with the article. So sweet, so innocent... she found herself fantasizing about their final moments when she was in bed alone...

She stumbled upon the chatroom by mistake. She thought it was a fetish RP room involving the Black Cats. Instead, she found herself reading the true stories of all the killings, written by the very women who'd carried them out. It made her sick, how funny they found their prey's final pleas for help, their looks after life left them. Sick, and something else... Part of her wanted to call the police, let them know what she'd found, and finally bring these monsters to justice. That other part... that other part had something else in mind...

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"Come on! Just a little bit further!!" April sang, half leading, half dragging Lauren down the alley. It was a shithole, the kind of area in Chicago you'd avoid like your life depended on it. At least, that's what Lauren thought. April didn't seem the least bit worried though, and she was the one always complaining about how bad it was in the city. "Who do you even know in round here?" Lauren asked, rolling her eyes, before adding "it looks pretty damn shady".