Who killed KAs the sun slowly died behind the mountains, evidence of this splendor reflected on the lush green forestry that now becomes a blanket of army green. Sounds of feet dashing through the bushes and shrubs could be heard. Seconds later a damsel clothed in her frail white dress, dash past the sunflowers holding the hem of her dress without shoes and her long dark hair bounces to the rhythm of her dashing feet, looking back occasionally with a smile on her face.

As she reached a more secluded spot, she stops and turns around.

Coming behind her was a brave lad, in his cream shirt and folded pants. He was tall with straight dark hair, with a chest as the mountains. It was getting dark, but anyone could tell his eyes were blue. He must have been with her because he's smiling and was barefoot too. He ran over to her and gently embraced her as they fall to the ground laughing aloud. He then looked her in the eyes, as their laughter slowly turns into a face of pleasure. He pulled back her hair and then lead on in and gently yet intensely kisses her. As he kisses his way down on her, you could tell, she was in heaven. He then backed off and took off his shirt as he stares at her. They both then stand as he assisted her in taking off the gown, clothed in their birthday suit, he began to make love passionately to her. As she morn in pleasure, he comforted her by licking her breasts and placed a kiss on her neck and lips. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes and then a flip, she bends over as he works on her glutes. Touching her intestines, she cried for more and something could tell, he has more in store. As the night slowly becomes day, evidence of what happened last night was on the forest floor. Little off trousers, a dress, a shirt, and a bra, up to a little further, were their draws. But up a little closer was a drop of red on a green leaf, and another and another, as the Red stuff gets bigger and bigger. Then came the dreaded view, a body blooded from head to toe. Lying on her back with her legs barely crossed, a superficially wound appears on her chest. Her breasts bitten off, and blood thick around her womb.

As to her counterpart, he was no where in sight. What could have gone so terribly wrong, who could have done such an inhumane act, but I'm guessing you have your suspect already. But don't be so hastily, as this is just the start of a story called; "Who killed Katherine?"