Deaths in st clair county

In a quaint little town, nestled among the rolling hills, there stood a small house where a young girl named Emily resided. The soft glow of the moon cast eerie shadows upon her bedroom walls as she slept soundly, unaware of the macabre fate that awaited her.
On this fateful night, a grotesque spider, black as the darkest night, crept into Emily's room. Its eight legs moved with sinister purpose, its venomous fangs glistening with a malevolent hunger. It perched atop the bedpost, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
The spider descended upon Emily's delicate frame, its razor-sharp fangs piercing her tender flesh. The room was transformed into a nightmare scene, as blood sprayed and pooled around her, staining the innocence of her surroundings. Emily's screams pierced the silence, but no one came to her aid.
The spider, fueled by an insatiable bloodlust, continued its vicious assault, spinning a web of terror around the room. The walls were adorned with gory tapestries, the floor a treacherous path of crimson. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the room echoed with the girl's agonized cries.
Hours passed, but Emily's suffering seemed eternal. Her once vibrant eyes were glazed with pain, her frail body a mere vessel for the spider's torment. But as the night wore on, a chilling realization dawned upon her. The spider's venom had paralyzed her, rendering her powerless to escape this living nightmare.
As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, the spider retreated into the shadows, leaving Emily's mangled body as a gruesome testament to its sadistic reign. The room, now a chamber of horrors, bore witness to the unspeakable cruelty that had unfolded within its walls.
But here is the disturbing question that lingers in the aftermath: How many more nights will the spider return, hungry for the taste of innocence? And who will be the next victim to endure its ruthless wrath?

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Part II
Don’t
The eerie warning still echoes through my shaken psyche.
It has been about ten months since I last updated the Báthory saga. Ten months and three more disappearances. I am not sure where the dumping ground for the devoured cadavers has moved to, but I am all too aware of where Báthory is the vast majority of the time.
Even though Báthory has not spoken to me again since its warning in the wake of the medium’s grisly demise, its presence has been a constant at work.
When I arrive.
When I hold a Zoom conference.
When I pick up the phone.
Báthory’s inky outline haunts my door when it isn’t off hunting for another stomach-curdling meal. A constant reminder that it is aware of my reluctance to stand idly by while the feeding continues. A reminder that any effort to stymie its bloody feast will be met with swift, intense, and lethal violence. A reminder that my usefulness has expired and Báthory’s patience has limits.
As you can imagine, this has done wonders for my general disposition. My colleagues have noticed my constant nervousness. Students openly comment about my paranoid “vibe” and complain about the ever widening turn around on grades. I have struggled with anxiety before, but this is different. That was general anxiousness about everything that made me frustrated to stand in slow lines or push through crowds. This is a paranoia about something very real. I know exactly what the threat is and what it can do.
But how can I grade in a timely fashion when I still have to be a husband and father at home, then use my old sleeping hours to conduct the research necessary to stop Báthory? Grading is slipped in between meetings and classes during my work day. The few hours between work and “bed time” are to ensure my burden does not destroy my family, and then I browse through online sources for any glimmer of information that could banish this malevolent entity.
Honestly, the late night research hours sometimes work to my advantage. I have moved beyond keeping the scope of research limited to Native American folklore and mythology. I have expanded to any and all strains of supernatural belief across the globe. You know, a completely realistic and manageable scope. I’m not running headlong into a swirling vortex of paranoia and guilt induced insanity, I swear. You just have to have solid, healthy coping mechanisms. The off-brand sugar-free Sour Patch Kids that I devour like a hangry Kronos keep the crazies away. Down the hatch blue raspberry Poseidon.
But, back to how being a night owl researcher has worked to my advantage. Many of the repositories that I contact in search of ancient tomes on mythology and lore are overseas. The time difference means that even though it is the wee hours for me, it is normal business time for some of them. Language barriers be damned, I have Google Translate on my side. Oh, and also the motivation of not wanting to continue being an accessory to appalling murders. That helps me to get my point across the linguistic gaps to these archivists a lot too.
I have already racked up an impressive selection of books of mythology, demonology, and every other topic that could possibly lend some insight to the origins and weaknesses of my shadowy companion. Composed of ancient first editions, reprints, translations, and original copies, the stack has taken over the entire right side of my desk and the coffee table next to the visitors chair in my office. It has been slow going to get through the books. Even when I can locate a colleague that can help with translations, there is often an issue with dialects or other translation hurdles that slow the quest for illumination. Not to mention the probing questions about what exactly my research goals are.
I have spun so many incoherent stevia-fueled lies that I have lost track of what I tell everyone I am on about. The sleep deprivation tends to leave me unprepared for the question and each query receives an off-the-cuff response that never seems entirely satisfactory. It is a good thing I already had a reputation for being a bit eccentric.
Then again, the rumors about how I am linked to the death of that medium might be a more compelling reason for many to lend a helping hand to the rambling, disheveled, wide-eyed professor that storms into their office looking for assistance with analyzing passages of arcane ghost stories.
Keeping my hoard of esoteric books in the center of Báthory’s hunting grounds and conducting my research throughout the fields of prey turned out to be the opposite of a well conceived plan. When prepping a trap for a predator, you should probably not shop for the supplies in its lair.
Keep in mind, I never once claimed to be the Napoleon of monster hunting.
A few days ago I stepped from my office for a quick faculty meeting. I know for a fact that the office door was shut completely behind me, I am a bit obsessive about making sure I close doors behind me. Just be sure that it was fully shut, you will understand why I am emphasizing it here in a minute or two.
After a speedy yet frustrating faculty meeting about details that could have been an email and a shortcut to gather some more snackables, I set off to return to my lair of gothic readings. Imagine my surprise when I found the door ajar.
Imagine my surprise when I entered the room and found the wall smeared with gore and the crumpled body of a student topped with the stump of what had once been a head on the floor.
The bright green collared polo and slacks were still immaculate. His black and white sneakers were as clean as if he was trying them on fresh from the box. The only thing askew was that his neck ended in a still oozing stump and a viscous concoction of skull, skin, brain, and blood was smeared around a rather deep hole in the drywall. This wasn’t the kind of drywall hole a Mountain Dew infused Kyle creates after losing a match on Call of Duty, this was the kind of hole a sledgehammer wielded by someone with a bloody glee in their heart creates.
Naturally, after a brief shocked yelp and unceremoniously depositing my lunch on the floor I called the police. A murder had just occurred in my office. I knew the police could never catch this particular culprit, but what else was I supposed to do when faced with a corpse in my office? Wait for the custodians to take it away with the gummi wrappers and other garbage?
Imagine my surprise when the first responding officer had also been there to question me at the medium’s death. And oh boy, did he definitely recognize me. That stern face was clearly practiced. His face had the round quality of a cheerful baker in a Disney cartoon. Eyes not hardened by years of stress and worry. This was someone who could leave work at the office, but turn on the character while in uniform.
If you are wondering, he did not seem to regard my presence at another death scene as an unwelcome coincidence. His face had more of an “I knew this motherfucker was up to no good” quality to it than surprise or any other reaction. Can you blame him? First I was walking with someone who just happened to start screaming before running away from me into traffic and now one of my students looked like he was trying to spread brain jam on my office wall. He knew I am connected to the deaths somehow.
If only he would believe the truth. If I told him, I would definitely have a Netflix documentary sooner rather than later.
He asked me the normal, if you can call them that, interview questions. We discussed my whereabouts, the identity of the victim, and the timeline of events.
Not buying what I was selling, he decided to pull the security footage. I offered up no objections, the tape would clearly exonerate me. But I also knew it would not provide any evidence he would accept of another, more sinister, culprit.
Just as I had stated, the video showed me leaving my office at the time I had provided. About three minutes later, the student could be seen entering my office.
But how? I know I had shut the door.
Unfortunately, the angle of the camera did not show the latch side of my door, and thus there was no evidence that I had securely shut it. Clearly, according to the officer, I had misremembered. We had both watched the student enter with no resistance. He just pushed the door open. I asked the officer to play back the tape from after I left.
What was I looking for? The shadow that played along the wall toward my door about a minute after I left.
Báthory had set a trap for both the student and myself.
Báthory had had enough of my meddling.
But why not just kill me?
The next part of the video showed me returning, making the gruesome discovery, and calling the police after soiling myself. No evidence of anyone else ever having entered or left my office.
Except for that shadow again.
Releasing me upon my own recognizance, the officer asked if I took one last look at the scene to see if I noticed anything unusual. Aside from the Pollock-esque redecoration my wall had undergone. I indicated to the officer that I did not.
But that was a lie.
About a quarter way down the stack of books on my desk had been a hefty tome bound in faded blue and gilded with dull silver lettering. That book stood out to me among the others due to its age and quality of craftsmanship.
It was no longer in the stack.
That book had the key to Báthory.
You sly bitch.
I racked my brain to remember the origin of that book.
French? Slavic? Uzbek?
I could search through my spreadsheet, find its metadata, and track down any copies if my office wasn’t now a crime scene and everything in it evidence. I would have to find the book itself.
You have overplayed your hand, Báthory.
Now it is a race to the finish. Either I find the contents of that book or Báthory successfully frames me for murder.
Game on.

With the release of ATSV we had more insight into other things that can cause a universe's destruction, incursion or whatever you wanna call it. In MoM we learned that dreamwalking can cause incursions, and that's kinda obvious since it's "dark" magic. We also hear from the smartest man alive that the presence of beings from other universes can cause incursions too. I think the latter is not completely right and it's based on incomplete evidence since they're still learning about the multiverse. I'm sure ATSV kinda cleared some things out and BTSV will make sense of other things too.
So first, I believe that the reason universes get destroyed isn't because canon events are disrupted, or people from other universes are just hanging around in foreign realities. I think they happen when someone from a different universe travels to a universe where their variant is dead.
In the movie we see this with Miguel, who replaces his version of that reality..
Miguel replacing his variant
Aside of Pavitr's universe which I think was collapsing due to the Spot leaving a massive hole in there, this is the only instance in the movie where we see a universe get destroyed due to the disruption of "canon".
Now, we also see this in MoM when Doctor Strange from 616 travels to the 838 universe where that reality's Strange died, which potentially leads to the incursion..
838 Strange after using the Darkhold to defeat Thanos
I've also seen people saying canon events could be absolute points and i agree to a certain degree.I think canon events are not set in stone but when they happen they become absolute points. And when they become absolute points that event cannot be changed in that universe by any means, and a good example of this is What if...? Ep 4 when Doctor Strange tries to revert the absolute point which was Christine's death..
Strange Supreme trying to stop his reality's destruction
There's also the theory saying that Doctor Strange's canon event is not being able to be with Christine, and I think it's a good take since Sinister Strange said that in every universe he looked, he couldn't find a Strange that was living happily together with Christine. However I also think that another major canon event for Stephen is having an accident and losing something important to him in that accident, for some of them it's their hands (616 and 838) for others it's Christine (What if...?)
So this is my take on all these multiversal shenanigans, I think it makes a lot of sense and at the same time it allows for multiversal travel to not cause incursions just because of an outside presence, which ALSO explains why Miguel's universe hasn't collapsed despite the hundreds of spider-people hanging out in there. This explanation is obviously not complete since in Quantumania kang states that his variants were causing incursions with their reckless meddling with time but this is all I could make of it with the information I've gathered.
Summarizing everything:
1- Dreamwalking can cause incursions
2- Traveling to a universe where your variant is dead causes incursions
3- Canon events are not set in stone and can be altered
4- Absolute points are "solidified canon events" which now are truly unchangeable and attempting to alter them will lead to an incursion.

I'm doing relatively low contact with my parents, though it hurts. I can hear the disappointment and defeat in my father's voice when I decline to hang out or help him. I'm at a loss.
My mother is in cancer treatment, but she should be fine. But I still feel stressed about my absence, more specifically if I will deeply regret not spending more time with them and showing them more love when they inevitably pass away. Something that will likely happen during the next two decades.
On one hand they have hurt me deeply, on the other hand they have done some amazing leaps in their own personal growth. They are actually pleasant han beings now. Ofcourse, for me, the idea of hanging out with my dad gives me fear. If I'm having a bad period I feel like meeting up with my dad alone would be the death of me.
Also I'm plagued with intrusive thoughts of suicide. I tell myself multiple times a day that I want to kill myself. Though I also recently have begun to experience anxiety about dying, about this being my only chance. So I want to die, but have anxiety about only living once, only having one shot.
I'm lonely I think, I'm not sure. I got friends that I trust, though most of them don't know the extent of my issues. Very few of them know that I have suffered from CPTSD, though at this point I've healed many symptoms.
I'm unable to wow women, I've been trying for a year, but I only seem to be able to befriend women. I'm pretty good at befriending women, but romantic interest? Doesn't even seem to be a possibility.
My confidence is shit. Not in a reactive way though, if people try to hurt me I'm quite stable and don't really feel much of an emotional reaction. I can also stand up for myself and others with no substancial issues or emotional explosions.
Though, I feel like I'm stupid, incompetent, worthless, a bother to my friends (despite being regularly asked to hang out), ugly, unproductive (despite working full time and doing musical gigs at the evenings), undesirable, cruel, inconsiderate, socially inept, creepy, selfish. I can't shake these feelings. I can't shake this inaccurate self view.
It is starting to bother me that I've never had a romantic relationship, and I'm soon 27. The idea seems unreal to me, though I have unsuccessfully been chasing it for a year. Even worse, people tell me they have no idea why I'm single. People even ask me "how the hell are you single" and I just respond "because I'm ugly" in which they deny. This belief doesnt deter me from approaching women, beautiful women, which there are many. If I were to lower my beauty standards I would have a woman, but I would prefer if I was attracted to my partner. And I don't think I'm picky since I find almost every women who isn't morbidly obese attractive. I would prefer if the mother of my children was healthy and wouldn't tire out halfway while we clean the house together.
Just to be clear, I don't blame women for being uninterested in me. That's an issue with me not being desirable, not them. Probably the biggest issue is that I don't feel desirable. Maybe they can somehow sense that I'm in ruins.
I can't keep my house clean for the life of me. It's a mess, a horrible mess.
My work is going great, though it is tiering me out. I might consider taking on less responsibility unless I'm compensated for the responsabilities I have.

--------KCD--------
Will there be a book on KCD? Alexandra: I'm still busy, maybe someone will write it for me. I don't know.
Was Amala pregnant when Amrit killed her? Alexandra: Yes.
Will Amala and Ratan have a child? Alexandra: On the "Rage" path - yes. On the path of "Kindness" - no.
Writing which ending touched you the most? Alexandra: The first one is the death of Lima. There was also a scene with Kieran that made me very sad. Initially Kieran was supposed to die in one of the endings, but then I realized that I could not do this to him. In general, I was touched by all the deaths of the characters.
--------SOTCN--------
Can we pair up other characters? Alexandra: Yes.
Will there be more female branches? Alexandra: I have one character, but I'll see how it fits in. Or it will turn out like with Gabriel.
"There will be a new branch in the next update."
When will the branches close? Alexandra: Not soon.
Do stats affect relationship? Alexandra: Yes, but not the character stats.
Will Chaos and Loyalty appear in the next update? Alexandra: No, they will be added a little later.
“There is no way to balance stats in SOTCN."
Should we snitch on Dia? Alexandra: In the story code, you can see the name "NewLakshman" - this code indicates whether you snitched on Dia or not. It will not be like with Lakshman in KCD. You will find out the consequences later.
Has Eva had a sexual experience? Alexandra: She's a virgin.
Is Eva's virginity related to childhood harassment? Alexandra: Yes, it is.
What else can you say about Agnia? Alexandra: She has an interesting background. You will get to know it regardless of whether you have a branch with her or not. You can be friends with Agnia, and you can also become enemies.
Is Eva really that bad at writing? Alexandra: I think she writes shitty) Instead of drinking beer, she should have studied!
Has Ramesses began to like Eva long before? Or starting with the scene with the letter? Alexandra: He didn't feel feelings for her before. Previously, for him, she was a pest, they were almost competitors. Later, Ramesses began to pay attention to her as a girl. It started with the first diamond choice with him.
What are the zodiac signs of the characters? Alexandra: In general, Egypt had a different zodiac system. They compared it to the gods. For example, September is the month of goddess Bastet. I can’t answer yet, I’m thinking of asking my friend Egyptologist.
Did you expect such fandom attention to Ramesses and Remmao? Alexandra: I didn't expect that. Of course, this often happens with players - asking for a branch with those with whom there is not; but to ask so seriously... With whom it was possible, I made branches.
About Theonoah's dream: in a dream, Livius seemed aggressive, but in reality he was more friendly and approachable. What do you think? Alexandra: We see him not aggressive, but passionate about his work. He says that his job is his top priority. Therefore, with Theonoah in a dream, he is not very soft. You can see it in the scene with Eva when she hides from the crocodile behind him. When she asked Livius for help, he had a "click" in his mind - to help, since it's his job.
Can you describe the relationship between Eva and Amen? Alexandra: There are some characters who have chemistry from the very beginning. Eva and Amen have exactly this situation. There is a spark between them. Their misunderstanding evokes anticipation.
Will the animals affect the story? Alexandra: Everything will.
"As for the pair of Eva and Livius: they were not easy to write right away. It was still easy to write their mutual stares on the shore, but then it was hard. The scene where she hides behind him, I rewrote several times. Now it's easier. I like their connection and the way they communicate."
Did Amen use black magician's help to find shesmu? Alexandra: He is an experienced hunter. He used different methods for his work.
--------General--------
Is work in the RC team the main one or more like a side job? Alexandra: More like a full-time job.
Are the LIs in SOTCN and KCD similar on purpose? Alexandra: For me they are not similar, so no, not on purpose.
Do you want to write a story from a man's point of view? Alexandra: I would like to, but the demand is more for female MCs. Maybe one day.
Who is closer to you: Amala or Eva? Alexandra: Eva, I like her a lot. I don't feel such connection with Amala.
Is it difficult to write female branches? Alexandra: It's not hard for me. Everything went fast with Lima. With Agnia, everything is also not bad, although it happens that I rewrite scenes with her. It seems to me that everything will turn out interesting with Agnia. I want to add a twist.
“The setting of witches has been given to another author. I'm sure you'll enjoy this story."

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(Descriptions of fictional crimes investigated by the story's main Character Max.)
Detective's Fate
It's august of 2008.....
Max is a detective living in Chicago He checks his pistol and puts on his police badge as he walks out his front door.
He has been searching for a serial killer known as the Caller for years and always been one step behind due to the red tape.....
More importantly the chief's lazy attitude towards getting search warrants and actions approved by the courts for raids. Twice Max had good intel on the suspect's locations and photo evidence showing him at the sites.
The department needs more vigilant, caring officers and leaders but no one steps up to do it, instead they just complain about the slow progress and officers. And hinder investigations.
Now Max has decided that it might be time to stop playing by the rules and catch this scumbag.... .... ....
Starting his car Max sets his GPS to the address that "The Caller" was last seen and pulls out of his driveway as the 50 miles of directions pop up.
The killer's nickname being for his signature of calling in as he is committing the crime.
As he drives he remembers his first case, five years ago now..... ..... .....
A woman, Joane Taylor, was found dead in an alleyway after going out for the night. She showed no signs of struggle leading the police to believe she had drank to much and expired from alcohol poisoning.... ...
The death was written off as a "party gone wrong".... That is until several more were found and the coroner decided on a whim to test for other substances.
Once it came out that the deaths were possible murders...
The calls started coming in, almost like the suspect wanted credit before revealing himself....
Then ways of the deaths began changing as the Serial Killer explored his twisted desires searching for his preferred method.
The last case being a young woman found stuffed in a dumpster after the killer apparently got scared off.... Max will never forget it.... .... ....
The GPS finishes and the car beeps its final direction, taking an exit off the highway. Ramps out here are always confusing... Which is funny since he has driven this one for five years now...
The chief says he should sit this one out but he can't... The latest victim 3 months ago.
Marie Spelner, a waitress out on her smoke break talking to her spouse on the phone.
Survived by her husband, no children or living relatives. ....
Max Spelner turns into the driveway of the house he was directed to... Stepping out of the car he walks up and knocks on the door. Looking at the house he knows the family must be doing well if they live here.... Raising his hand to knock again he hears a scream from inside....
A second later the door is answered by a middle aged butler holding a tray with wine glasses on it... "Hello Sir, I'm sorry but this house does not wish to partake in any offers at this time..."
Max calmly says. "I'm not selling anything."
The butler looks confused for a moment before his eyes dart over Max's shoulder seeing his unmarked cruiser and he nods.
Looking past the butler Max sees that a woman is cleaning up after their dog.
"Have you seen this man?" Says Max holds up a picture of the one suspected of being the killer.
The butler gives it a once over before replying. "I'm sorry sir, no I have not." His tone sounds like he is lying... ....
"Are you sure?" The detective asks.
"I would not lie about something like that, sir." He states, his eyes not meeting Max's.
The woman calls from inside "Fletcher, who are you talking too?"
"Some man asking about a killer" he calls back.
"The killer is an inside job!" The woman quickly states.
"What?!" Max says.
"The Killer, it's an inside job." She says again, louder this time. In the same Max also hears a child begin to cry in another room.
"We should start from the beginning, it will be easier to explain trust me." The woman says.
'She seems to know what is going on....
"How do I know your story holds water?" He asks out loud.
"Oh I wouldn't lie. I have been following the case myself and it seems like an inside job to me." She states, somehow sounding hurt.
"Is there anyone else in the house besides you two and the baby?" He asks noticing the baby isn't crying anymore.
"Just Fletcher and I live here, the baby is my cousins but he just stays the night sometimes." She replies.
Max draws his gun and enters the house upon reasonable suspicion of an emergency in progress or suspect on the premisses as the man seems to be deceiving.
While the woman still seems unconcerned that the child is now silent.
He pushes past the butler and rushes towards the area he heard the crying. passes the entryway, the dinning room, and a kitchen before finally finding a child in a playpen.
"There there..." He says in a sing song voice picking up the child. "I'm officer Max, do you know where your mommy is?"
The child just cries louder.
Then he sees the man from the photo walk out of the bathroom, upon seeing him he bolts for the door and Max sets the child down gently then gives chase.
He runs through the house, following the man as he can hear the woman screaming at him to stop but he doesn't."
"Stop or I'll shoot." The man doesn't even break stride.
Instead he runs out of the front door and jumps into his car.
Furious that the man might escape he fires at the car as it drives away.
The back window shatters and he hopes he got his tire, but he doesn't wait to find out as he runs to his car and initiates a pursuit....
He flips on his concealed lights in his cruiser as he reverses down the drive and into the street.
The suspects car is fast but he manages to keep up with it weaving in and out of traffic as people move over for the siren.
As they approach a red light there is heavy traffic in the intersection..... ....
The suspect slams on his brakes and Max's cruiser only just stops short of hitting it. Jumping out the Detective points his firearm at the vehicle running up beside seeing heavily tinted windows.
"Get out of the car and on the ground now!!" He shouts as he moves to the driver's side door.
After seeing no response....
Max throws open the door and the driver is gone with the passenger side open.
He quickly runs to the other side catching the man trying to sneak off tackling him to the ground and then takes his arms putting them behind his back.
Max grabs his radio and calls it in as the man cries.
As he is waiting he hears a noise that sounds like static.....
"Wrong guy moron.. Did you ever stop to think I wanted you close for this one. That I planned everything...Even framing the pothead..... I almost lost interest until you pulled in the driveway... The attic is kinda cramped tho... I think I'll go carve some meat. Maybe graduate to other things to. I'm not sure yet. Lets see if you can catch me before......" A familiar voice says over the radio then cuts off... ...
Max looks at the man on the ground. "Why did you run from me?" He asks.
"Cause I have like 19 grams of marijuana in my pocket." He replies...
"Do you know how stupid that is?! I don't care about that I'm looking for a killer."
Before he can answer Max hears the woman from the house screaming for her life and a child's cries on his radio.
Then from below Max. "He's in the house, he's in the house! My mom and the baby!" The man on the ground says crying.
Max uncuffs him and runs to his car heading back to the house as he lays down rubber on the road... ... ...
As he approaches and pulls into the driveway he notices the front door is open.
"Hold on I'm coming!" Max screams jumping out of his cruiser...
He runs into the house finding the woman's body arriving too late. Moving over to her he checks for a pulse but she is gone, a large gash in her neck.
As he stands up he slips in a fluid but gains his balance and tries not to think about what it is....
He rushes to the room the baby was in finding the play pen empty. He leaves the room searching the rest of the house and still doesn't find the child.
"Where are you!!!" He calls out....
"This is the Callers first kidnapping and the media would eat up the fact I failed to stop the man." He thinks as he blames himself.
Sirens begin to blare in the distance as backup is about to arrive... ... ...
"There's a woman dead and a baby missing! The woman is in the dinning room straight ahead of the front door, Hurry!" He yells into his radio...
Looking over at the mother seeing a piece of paper on the floor.
He walks over to it seeing writing.
"So close... Looks like I'm a kidnapper now.... Good luck finding me.... And... I so enjoyed killing that sweet wife of yours. Might do it that way again. Not to the kid tho....later Max. Ps. This game is so fun.." It says.
"He was here..." Is all he can muster as the team enters.
"He was right in this house and I missed it because her son freaked over weed and ran..." He says as another officer speaks to him gently.
"Don't beat yourself up Detective, it's not your fault. He must have hid before you got her and left after you arrived." The words do little to comfort him "First day back on the job and the killer escaped taking a child..." He says as he walks away.
The chief arrives in his new lexus with a screeching of rubber as he lurches to a halt.
He quickly exits and leaves his door hanging open as he rushes into Max's face....
"I told you to stay away from this case MAX!!!!....(takes a breath)...
"If I catch any flak from my superiors, I won't suspend you.... That'd be to easy. Desk duty and an entry level demotion. The new guy will have a higher rank than you if things go my way.... Now get outta my sight...". "(Sighs)...
"This job is gonna be the death of me..." He says walking away from Max and towards the Coroner's van..... ..... .....
On the way home the detective stops by the store close to his house which is unlike him because he usually follows the same routine.
He nears the front door and he hears a kitchen timer ding loudly from behind him as his car explodes throwing him through the storefront windows as they are blown out..... .....
Alarms around the lot and others nearby create a cacophony of noise. His head pounding as his body aches, Max pushes himself up and collapses as the store manager runs over to him telling him not to move as he dials 911.... .... ....
Waking in the hospital Max recalls the feeling of the Shockwave as he flinches in phantom pain.
"Who woulda thought its like holding a ringing metal bat that hurts your hands but all over and way more intense." He thinks.
He suddenly feels tired and falls asleep.... .... .... ....
The next time he wakes, he sees a breaking news story that Jane Saltani is reporting on....
"Young toddler Accidently Shoots Serial killekidnapper ending his life and Alerting residents in the Area." The news anchor says.
Sighing to himself Max thinks about how crazy that is and laughs.
Tho he really wanted to bring the guy in. He closes his eyes to get some much needed sleep as his door opens.
Max looks up to see a man with a silenced pistol pointed at him.
"Hm. Now they think I'm dead. Funny how they just assume they got the right guy. Just like.... You did Detect... ....." Max hears but then hears no more as his end comes at just over the speed of sound....
The Caller leaves the hair of another intelligent convicted murderer that he obtained in a spot that's believable and quickly leaves.....
He disables the surveillance system and sends a virus out to any device that has received video data from the hospital.
Erasing and corrupting the systems. Leaving a master hackers finger prints on a glass from his home....
"Sorry, no witnesses." He says to the security guard as he fires... ..... ..... .... ....

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So I (23F) need to go away on a work trip for a week and have asked my younger brother (18M) to live in my place and care for my two cats. He’s excited because he’s always lived at my parents and it’s like a dorm trial before college in the fall.
Problem is my parents are antsy about him being there alone. Admittedly I don’t live in the best area, but so long as he hangs out indoors and plays video games all week likes he’s planning he’ll be fine. My dad works in the same city and wants to visit him after work, bring him dinner, make sure he’s ok, ect.
The problem I have with that is I literally have one house rule that my dad has failed to follow almost every time he has visited. That one rule is that my cats need to be secured in my bedroom with the door closed before the front door opens. My first cat, I’ve had him for a year now, was either a stray or an outdoor cat before being surrendered to the shelter. While he loves cuddling and being around people, he also desperately wants to go outside, and even now a year later he meows at the doors and windows to be let out. Leaving the politics of outdoor cats aside, I live in a very dangerous area for a cat. On one side of my apartment is a five lane two way road, and on the other side is a four labe road, both being very busy. The back of my apartment is a busy bank. If my cat were to get out and run from being scared, it’d practically be a death certificate.
Even though I’ve reminded my dad of this one rule every time he visits he always opens the front door while the cats are out. I’m vigilant and catch him and remind him, but he always gets defensive and brushes it off as an accident then does it again, sometimes twice in one visit. He often tries to stand there having conversation with the door open. My parents cats have gotten out because of this but because they live in a suburb they’ve always been ok. My brother is a little absent minded and gets absorbed in his video games so if my dad tries this while I’m not there I don’t know if he’ll catch it before my boy can sneak out.
Thus I’ve banned my dad from my place and he’s extremely angry. He keeps insisting that he won’t do it again and that he doesn’t want my brother there alone.
AITA?

My dad (72) has alcoholic dementia. My stepmom gets fed up and leaves. They're in South Carolina and I'm in Minnesota. He's not answering his phone, it's going straight to voicemail. He has seizures. I texted my stepmom and she texted she's out of town and that he's not eating or taking his meds. I made a vulnerable adult claim with the county and called a welfare check. So I guess I just reported my stepmom. I could have just made everything a whole lot more complicated but I didn't know what else to do.

Human rights: Food for a life or death thought ‘The right of nature’
HRR 682
[TLDR (too long didn’t read): If you are reading this, chances are you care about HR. This Reader is about three arbitrarily-selected issues related to the rights of nature. For a quick overview, just read the bolded text]. Traducitraduire los/les Readers; usautiliser deepl.com
--The destruction of nature is the destruction of ourselves. (Louis Casado)
Three subthemes (some unsystematic tidbits)
Climate
--As Greta Thunberg once put it: “Avoiding climate breakdown will require cathedral thinking. We must lay the foundation while we may not know exactly how to build the ceiling”.

1. It is clear that having a specific limit, rather than fighting to stop every fraction of a degree in temperature rise, has actually been counterproductive. There is a perennial problem with targets, and that is that they are always still reachable --until they are not! In this way, they can be used to justify inertia right up until it is too late. And this is exactly how fossil-fuel corporations, world leaders and others have used the 1.5C target, that is, as a get-out-of-jail card to justify inaction on emissions. Continuing to present this temperature threshold as doable provides a fig leaf for business as usual. Take it away, and this dangerous jiggery-pokery is exposed for all to see.
   
2. Only if the Conference of the Parties (COP) acknowledges that 1.5C is now lost, and that dangerous, all-pervasive climate breakdown is unavoidable, will corporations and governments no longer have anywhere to hide, and no safety net that they can use as an excuse to do little or nothing. (Bill Mcguire)
   
3. Pledges made by duty bearers, including funding commitments, are not meaningless yet are not meaningful as results either. Let us not lose our focus and get distracted by comforting words. Biodiversity loss and climate crisis goals must be taken together, and it is action with results that must be demanded! As usual, any good news remains suspect and highly compromised until proven. (David Zakus)
   

Energy

1. There are a number of issues to which human rights (HR) law has paid inadequate attention. I will mention one here: Energy. While energy for heating and food has been addressed repeatedly by international HR bodies in the context of the right to adequate housing, there has as yet been no recognition of a free-standing right to energy. Given the recognized impact of (the lack of) access to energy on a range of different HRs, it was strongly argued before the current crisis whether there ought to be a solo HR to energy linked to other rights such as the right to housing or to the right to health. However, the linkage between energy and HR has been thrown into sharp dispute by the current crisis as pertains to both individuals and collective rights.

Has the time come to make an argument for a universal human right to energy? (Aiofe Nolan)

1. If so, five questions here:

· What should this right look like?
· Should it be a right to energy for specific, limited life-sustaining activities (for instance, cooking, home-heating or cleaning) or should it be conceptualized more broadly?
· How may its components --adequacy, availability, access (including affordability), sustainability, appropriateness, acceptability, and quality-- be defined?
· What obligations (progressive, immediate, core, or otherwise) should it impose? and, crucially,
· How may the recognition and implementation of that standard impact on, and be balanced against other HR, on both the here and now and on future generations?

1. These questions (and their implicit recognition that the right to energy requires careful definition if it is not to undermine other rights) cannot be ignored given the damage done by the established global energy system in relation to ecosystems, as well as the fact that it continues to pose the greatest environmental health hazards to those who have benefited the least from increased energy production.* (A. Nolan)

*: Swapping oil for electricity is just another business opportunity. The question is who controls the production. [The European Union has decided that, after all, nuclear energy has its advantages --among them that of generating profit...] (L. Casado)
Does Nature have Rights? Why not? (Colin Tudge)

1. The nay-sayers to these questions fall into three main categories:

· First, there are those who say that to grant nature rights is not rational. Morality, in the end, is non-rational, it is said. The idea that Nature has rights is indeed in large measure non-rational. But it is certainly not irrational, meaning mad. Indeed, if we aspire to live in a harmonious world then the idea is entirely rational. It is certainly irrational to reject what is non-rational out of hand.
· Second: Some theologians argue that the idea that Nature has rights is somehow blasphemous. This line of thinking implies that man is in a quite different category from the rest of Nature and further suggests that the norms that attach to us (including the idea of HR) need not and indeed should not apply to the rest.
· Third: Many simply declare, peremptorily, that there should be no rights without responsibilities. But does it mean Nature has responsibilities…?

1. For the benefit of the hard-heads, we can point out: There are very good practical reasons to declare that Nature has Rights!

Why we should declare that Nature does indeed have Rights
--The concept of Rights helps to prevent abuse and therefore helps to protect.

1. Human beings need to protect the natural world much better than we do now, because only Nature can protect us against the extremes of Nature. We should protect wild nature for its own sake. It ought to be self-evident. The feeling that Nature really matters should never be overridden. It must be cultivated.
   
2. As we look more closely at nature, as indeed Darwin did, we find more and more examples of cooperativeness within species and between species. Overall, Nature is far more cooperative than it is competitive and if it were not so life itself could not have come about. (C. Tudge)
   

Claudio Schuftan, Ho Chi Minh City
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Postscript/Marginalia
--John Locke argued that whoever used land most efficiently --which really meant most productively, in material terms-- had the most right to make use of it. Since the white-man’s agriculture produced more food per acre than the native farmers using their own kinds of farming, the ‘incomers’ had more claim on it. (C. Tudge) …?

I could really use some advice because i'm honestly feeling gaslit. So I (m35) met this friend(f27) on a dating app around ten months ago. After our first date she displayed some behavior that made it very apparent that we were completely incompatible romantically. I still thought she was a cool person aside from that and wanted to be friends. While she was initially disappointed, we quickly became very close, even best friends. We talked a lot but honestly hung out only a few times total, because literally all of her free time was taken up by dating a bunch of different guys. I of course have no problem with her dating people. That would be weird to say the least. The problem ended up becoming apparent, in my opinion, as her inability to balance dating and friendship. This point of view only became clear to me after I went on a trip a few months ago.
A couple of weeks before the trip she invited me to a st patricks day event. I was going to return from my trip before st patricks day and she was aware of this. During the trip we kept in touch with her saying how she can't wait for me to get back. When I got back I was feeling mentally pretty crappy. It felt like the trip had pointed out things in my life I needed to change. Some sort of existential ennui. I messaged her on a messaging app letting her know I was back, we exchanged multiple messages back and forth in under two minutes in which she stated she was happy I was back “Although idk when ima see u but still.” st patricks day was in a few days. I was like “wait what?! I thought you invited me to your st patricks day thing?” she then set her status to invisible and did not reply for three hours, until I eventually texted her that I needed to talk to her. When we got in touch, she answered asking what was up, appearing completely oblivious to the situation. I was polite and asked how she was, as she acted as though she had no idea what I wanted to talk about. She sounded strange, very flat, in my opinion. Honestly she sounded like she had been caught or something. But maybe that was just in my head. After the awkward mechanical platitudes were exchanged, I inquired about the st patricks day thing. she then non-nonchalantly stated that is was actually last week and that she didn't go. She did mention that she had a date that weekend of course. If there was an apology it was so brief and emotionless I don't remember it. I was quite hurt by the entire situation, and it was clear in my voice. I ended the call. She then messaged me asking if I was ok. We ended up having another conversation soon after about how I was feeling but I only spoke about the problem of my ennui, but not my biggest problem at that moment, her behavior. Later that night after the call I decided to travel some more. The next day I spoke with her about her handling of the situation. I repeated myself multiple times in an effort to let her know that I was hurt by her actions and didn't think what she did was ok. After initial defensiveness she finally seemed to accept fault and and became apologetic. She then said “we are going to hang out when you come back, when are you coming back?” I gave her the date and after my reply she said “it's gonna be our weekend we're gonna do xyz fun things.” The convo went on longer after that. just regular friend stuff. This was two weeks from my return date.
After returning from my trip in the middle of the week I messaged her. At one point I brought up our plans for the weekend. she then said that she couldn't hang out. She had a date that weekend on the day I was expecting us to hang out. I was shocked. I asked her if it was a bad joke. She loled and replied no, the guy was cool and they had been talking for a while. This time I was pissed, but felt like there must be something I'm missing. She can't really be doing this. I called her the next day rather than that day, in an effort to talk in a better, calmer frame of mind.
Now according to what her online “friend” later told me, she had been telling him that she wanted to be with him romantically for quite some time. She had previously told me not to mention anything about her dating to him. I found that an odd dynamic between “friends” but not my business. Also, they met online I believe when she was 14 and he was 21. I don't know. maybe that's neither here nor there.
Anyways apparently, he had found out about her dating very recently. They had apparently had a fight over it the night before and he had said some cruel things. She believed their “friendship” was over. Shortly thereafter is when I got in touch with her, Unbeknownst to me.
When she picked up my call she sounded strangely flat again, and again acting completely unaware of any problem. Exactly like before in my opinion. I was deliberately non-accusatory, asking her about her understanding about the previous situation in an attempt to see what her thought process was that would lead her to do a very similar thing two times in a row to her “best friend.” She then said she didn't recall me saying much about her actions being a big problem. All she really remembered was my travel ennui. I tried to explain yet again how it wasn't cool then, and it was even less cool now - in the calmest least accusatory way possible, but her demeanor was unchanged, emotionless, and totally unapologetic. What was worse is she started getting defensive about the previous incident all over again. After a while I became angrier and began to mirror her disposition. She explained that apparently when we talked, she didn't mean that we were going to hang out the weekend when I returned. She meant at some unknown point in the future after I got back. A week from then, a year from then, who knows. After she told me it was ok if I was disappointed, I corrected in a calm tone that i was "pissed." She graciously said that that was ok. She gave me a very brief, very half-assed very emotionless, “sorry for the miscommunication.” I could practically hear a shrug in her voice. I was in disbelief of her coldness and lack of caring as we sat there in silence for a while before I ended the call. That is where the messages start (i did link them in an AITA post). The tldr of the conversation can be summarized by the first 5 exchanges
her:i know I was non-chalant but I just had a friend breakup I care about our friendship, me:then you should have told me that because I just wrote off our friendship, her:yeah i'm sorry he was really mean to me, me:i'd rather feel physical pain than emotional, I can't have you hurting me like this i'm trying not to cut you off emotionally right now, her: “I know and i share that shutting down. And thats why i feel like youre already trying to shut me out but OP thats not fair. Im going to make mistakes. Im human. What matters is owning it, you sharing with me openly the problem ive caused, and you have to forgive me because i would hope by now youd know i am NOT other people. I am not those people. I essentially mentally kill myself when i fuck up and i dont need you to add to it[...] I always feel very deeply when ive caused any issue for anyone or made a mistake big or small so you being really hard on me is unhealthy for me and very hurtful. I need you to express your issue which you have now done and let me take it and apologize and you forgive me because you know me better than that OP.” I can't accept someone saying sorry I care so much while simultaneously being defensive, telling me i'm in the wrong for saying anything, and telling me that I need to instantly get over it - as an apology. The conversation ended with me telling her to just get some sleep and we can talk about it later.
A day passed without communication. The day after that she messaged me if we were going to hang out the next weekend or not. Her intent was to ask me if I was over it, or if she needed to replace my presence with the guy she had not yet gone on a date with, and didn't even know if she liked (it was confirmed by her during our next call weeks later that this was the meaning behind her inquiry, with her admitting to it being “bitchy”). On the day of the first call I didn't want to exacerbate her stress. I wanted to give her time to recover from her emotional distress and have a proper conversation later, and hopefully a proper apology. The problem is she never changed her tune from that first day. The subsequent messages over the span of two months was the result of my efforts to properly address the situation. In my opinion it was nothing but her refusing to talk about it, minimizing all her actions as a “miscommunication,” telling me i'm really the one responsible for the ongoing conflict for needing to talk about it and that my feelings aren't valid, and her asking if I want to hang out like normal. When we finally did talk, it was like pulling teeth to get her to see how anything she did was wrong when it came to her handling of the situation. To get her to see everything as more than a simple miscommunication. Asking her how she would feel if I had done x,y, and z as she did. After I finally managed to get her to see some wrong, she explained that she too was “pissed.” Pissed at me from day one, and remained pissed at me the whole time. She was pissed at me - because I was angry with her about her actions and response when confronted about them. So in response to having to be dragged kicking and screaming into seeing/admitting some tiny modicum of fault, and giving me the most forced, single sentence, half-assed apology, she then asked if I could understand her point of view of her being pissed at me. I absolutely can not. is the way she handled this situation worthy of ending a friendship. or should I just “get over it” as she has been directly saying and implying ever since the beginning of the issue? how can i make her see my point of view?
TLDR, I feel like my friend was careless about my feelings and was willing to throw our friendship in the trash for every random guy in the city. After raising the issue, I feel the way she reacted with defensiveness, indifference, and passive aggression was pretty much as bad as it gets. Is this worthy of ending the friendship or should I just “get over it” like she says.

Yep, I already get that I control the buttons I press. But still I think the whole essence of the series is lost. It was cool to see two fighters fighting in a death match. Now what do we have? Fighters are fighting each other, and at this time someone else runs up and inserts his hits. It completely kills the atmosphere imo. I really hope that NRS will come to their senses in 3 months and at least add the classic 1vs1 mode

I’ll try and make this as simple as possible.
My gf comes from a toxic household, her father head of the house passed away a few months back so things been difficult. Her mother now leader of house isn’t the best mother let’s say that. She had a gambling problem before but it got much worse, also her drinking increased. Her mother is planning on selling the house so my gf has to find somewhere to live. I got over there sometimes and see how it is and honestly it’s sick how her family is. My gf is the only clean one let’s just leave that their.
My gf been through a shit ton in her life and I just want to help! I told her I would move with her but then I sat myself down and ask do I need to? I still live at home with my dad rent free. Save a shit ton of money but so far I saved over 10k for my future business. So I’m proud of myself. I wanted to save over 10k so I reached my goal.
My gf don’t really have any proper guidance or men in her life besides me. Who do she call when she have car trouble ? Me. Who does she call when she need help? Me. Who does she call for advice proper guidance? Me. Who will protect her from anything and has? Me.
I just want to make it easier for her since her father isn’t here anymore especially while she’s in nursing school. I want to stay home to save more rent free but I also want to help her and keep experiencing life together. We been on over 6 vacations two being counties and 4 being cities. Helped her buy first car. Helped her with credit. We been doing everything together. I just don’t want her out on her own and not have no help/ proper guidance.
Please help me out !

Figured with all the talk and pride, myself included, for all the Canadians in this year’s finals, a shout out to some firsts from our European brethren.
First European-born Stanley Cup winner was Scottish-born Dunc Munro who was a member of the Montreal Maroons.
First European-trained Cup winners were for the 1979-80 NY Islanders - Anders Kallur & Stefan Persson.
As a note, from the ‘61 Blackhawks, Stan Makita played for the St. Catharine Teepees of the OHA before joining the Hawks.
Nicklas Lidstrom - first European to Captain a Stanley Cup winner (also Henrik Zetterberg became the first European to capture the Conn Smythe as playoff MVP)