It was a dark and stormy night

Aaron rolled out of bed.

"Another day, another day," he thought.

He shuddered. For some reason, the thought bothered him.

He went to work, doggedly walking the same path as before. Dogmatically walking. Kept his eyes straight ahead when passing the pawn shop. He didn't look at the church, or the woods. At work, he let his eyes gaze blankly on the blind man, and then let them gaze blankly on the wall in front of him.

He walked home, laid on his bed, and closed his eyes. His fingers mindlessly messaged the jade ornimant that laid hidden benieth his shirt.

Suddenly, he had the urge to go on a walk.

As he walked, it begain to rain. Pouring harder and harder, until he couldn't see in front of him. Couldn't see behind him. Couldn't see his hand in front of his face.

Then there was a woman in front of me. Old. She was wearing tons of jewelry. He wanted it.

He took it.

He pushed the woman over and grabbed her purse. Snatched it right out of her hands.

He heard a whistle. Police running behind him.

He laughed, and sprinted away, down the street. The blue man behind him. He would never catch up. The jade dragonfly was bouncing happily around his neck.

This is what she would have wanted. He knew it.

He was gaining ground on the police. Leaving them behind. The purse was his; the money was mine. It was all his.

He jumped the fense to the playground, the newly revamped playground. He sprinted past the playstructure, and the purse went flying out of his hand. It landed in the slide with a soft thump. He had time to get it. He had plenty of time. Cops were slow.

He ran to the slide. And stopped, stopped dead in his tracks.

There was a corpse on the slide. A dead body. And lying flat on her chest was his bag. Her bag. Stolen by death.

The feeling of disgust covered him yet again.

He couldn't escape it. He couldn't escape her.

He turned around to face the police, to turn himself in.

Amy stared at him, an expression of shock covered her face.

She looked like she wanted to say. Why?

But she said nothing.

"I'm sorry," he replied.

I ripped of the necklace. The jade dragonfly.

"You cought me. You can have it. I dont need it anymore."

He turned and walked away. He knew she wouldn't follow. He hoped she wouldn't.

The rain poured down on her blue uniform, on the jade dragonfly.

She stared at it for a long time, long after he was gone.

Then she put it on. A unhealthy reminder.

Thats when she called in the corpse.