Ra's casually watched from a balcony as another two men fought each other in the arena. In the past thirty minutes, two pairs of contestants had fought for the position. But the tournament was only one of the many ways Ra's chose his Ubu. Next there was a series of intellectual tests, to ensure that the Ubu would be as intelligent and cunning as Ra's. He hardly desired a mere thug to be his right hand man. A grin flitted towards his face as one agent swiftly disarmed and brought the sword harmlessly against his neck. Ra's clapped several times as the combatants turned to him and bowed.

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I was cured all right.

Police alerts cried out as a couple of cars Gordon's car in the lead drove right around the corner. They moved along the only way fastly as Gordon has witnessed a crowd overflowing in the area looking with the curios eyes at the house where the murder looks like had been committed. His car sounded horn to split the people around the house and to make a clear path to the home. Gordon's car pulled over for a second to let the cars behind him take control of the surrounding. As police cars stopped afterwards, The "do not cross the line" labels covered the house's frontyard by a couple of policeman while the others took control over the house. Gordon was informed about the current situation of the house. The captain has reported that one dead body was still lying on the bed, found that a male body was cut into small pieces by a murderer. Gordon yelled several orders to the officers nearby him. At that moment, the medics got out of the ambulance with a bedstead, appeared on the sight of Gordon. "We have a slightly ripped dead body over the house, officer will lead you there immediately." As medics left the crime scene and lost in the sight of Gordon by running inside with the bedstead they held, Gordon's expresionless look over the crime scene was disclosed the tension of the situation, stress of the job he does completely.

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What posess a man to do such a thing. At what point does he decide that the best solution to anything would be to end another mans life? The stench of fresh decay filled the air and the sheets had already taken a sickened red tint from the blood that was soaking in. Crime photographer's were taking pictures of the corpse and a few detectives were already disscussing thier theories, Suddenly a familiar young cop ran into the room bracing himself in the door archway. A small patch of stained coffie was still visible on his sleeve from the spill at the office. "We just got a confirmed ID on the killer! Eye witness called in saying a bloody male was seen running down Central AVE that fits the description of our lead suspect!"
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In a much more peaceful part of Gotham a small tabby cat lay nestled in the arms of what it thought to be a most delightful companion. It closed its eyes and smiled, or at least it would have if cats smiled but instead a soothing purr would suffice. It's new friend was quite sleek yet oddly comforting however the tubby one was another matter, he smelt of old fish. Yes blissfully content the cat nuzzled into the arms and enjoyed its little paradise as the two talked. Then it's ears flickered. What was that? The little head perked up attentivly and looked around. Yes, deffinitally heard something. Skittish from years of survival on the streets it lept from its keepers arms and ducked behind a can.
The sound of approaching foot steps grew louder and suddenly someone turned down the allyway...Someone with a bloody shirt running from the law.

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Terri had gone to the fridge, needing a drink. When opened she saw the little she had and a reminder of how poor she was. She had run from home at age 15, not able to be around her parents. 5 years of insanity could do that to you. Once she was on her own she had no way to make money and used what ever she could get that was legal.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

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He was breathing hard and heavy. Two blocks we already behind him and a lack of oxygen was starting to show heavy in the criminals features. Trails of sweat poured down from his greasy hair while his chest heaved and burned from exhaustion. His thoughts were a jumble of quick desperation. two people up ahead, lady looks like a some sort of sadistic freak, Police siren's screamed after the crook in the distance. The murderer looked over his shoulder, they were coming for him he didn't have time for this. "Sorry kids I got to skit." Not giving the two another thought he barreled down the ally way atempting to slip by them.

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His eyes looked at the brick wall with panic. His heart pounded against his chest reminding him how long it had been since he'd ran this much. Then he turned to meet Catwoman's stare. The criminal's mind was already working out an alternate escape route. I passed a few stairs a ways back, I could climb up one of those. The clawed hand fell against his heaving chest. "Look lady, what ever it is you're sellin i'm not intrested. I got places to be and right now you ain't helpin."
The siren's were close now, infact he almost swore he heard car doors opening, and closing. Swating her hand off his chest he tries to head towards his new escape route and away from the eyes of the law.

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Gordon was quite happy to hear this. He would hate when a criminal ran away. Gordon with the arrival of the news went out by splitting into a group of cops blocking the doorway. And later a crowd blocking the road. "All officers to the police cars immediately." he said after grabbing the diaphone off the hands of an officer who used to calm the crowd down. Sirens were alight again, ready to rumble. Gordon cried out before getting in his car "Drive to the Central Avenue. First 3 cars follow me. The others came other way around to pinch the thug" he said solemnly.

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

It was a sad place for a young teenager to live but Terri had come to call it home. A small bulb hung from the ceiling providing the room with dim light. The large cracks in the decaying walls made it easy to assume that she had more then enough roaches to keep her company on lonely nights. The rugs were stained with who knows what from previous visitors and cigerate stains were burnt into the sofa. A window down below over looked a cold allyway that always provide at least one interesting noise. Rusty Bars kept the night scum out of the apartment. The fridge creeked as she opened it. An empty tiped milk carton and some blackend fruit were on today's menu. Was card board actually edible? Well it looked better then her other option.
The fridge door closed revealing the metal surface beneath the chipping paint. In the living room the T.V spoke in a voice of static from the poor reception.

"Reports have just come in that police have indeed found the location of the Killer from this mornings murder. It seems he's ran into the slums vacinity some where around Central Ave and Decater."

The screen flicker's to show an airial veiw point of the more crime infested area of Gotham.

"Law inforcement is encouraging everyone to lock their doors, the man is considered armed and dangerous."

Apparently who ever this criminal was he hadn't stumbled very far from Terri's apartment
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The police were quick the heed Gordan's orders. Men and women dashed out of the house and into the patrol cars making sure there badges were ready incase they needed them. Soon the streets were flashing red and blue as the law made its way down the streets of Gotham. The sun was dissapearing over the horizion now and in less then an hour the last of the City's light would vanish.[/i]

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Terri sighed. It was hard not having enough to eat. She knew she could always sell or pawn her laptop, but she needed it, it kept her busy and was a good way to earn what little she had. She went to the window and looked out as the tv continued. She hated the city and what it had become, or was it, what she had become?

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

As Terri moved to look down upon the city between the iron bars more of the apartment unfolded. Though shabby the place was in a rather tidey condition. The living room table was clear aside from the computer and a few old newspapers. A used fast food cup was on top of the T.V filled with small amounts of pocket change. A tan sofa with a ripped cushion provided recreation for a weary traveler. Oddly enough it was softer then her bed. Yet this seemed to hold little relivance as she gazed out into the city lights examening herself with questions of "What she had become." The only person whom could ansewr that question was the one standing in that lonely room.

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