CRIME: The hooded man's fingers tightened around Clarissa's throat. A bead of sweat dripped from the long bird-like beak of his carnival mask. Clarissa's pale face had turned dark red. She struggled and kicked, but the killer's grip was too strong, crushing the life from her.
"One squeeze", the hooded man said," and she is gone"
Anger took control of Wild Boy. Before he even knew what he was doing, he leaped over the unconscious police officer and charged at the hooded man, screaming in rage.
But the killer simply raised Clarissa higher." It is almost as if you wish for it to happen."
"Don't!" Wild Boy cried, stopping and stepping back." What do you want?"