[color=gray]The Stitcher[/color]
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A thin lady, with skin smooth as [color=skyblue][i]ice[/i][/color] and pale as [color=skyblue][i]snow[/i][/color], sat 
alone beside the saloon's window. Seemingly oblivious to the 
commotion within the saloon, she supported her head on her 
right hand as she let her eyes wandered [color=bc8dbf][i]dreamily[/i][/color] out of the 
window glass, following the motion of each passerby.

Dressed in a [color=bc8dbf][i]raven black[/i][/color] evening gown 
that accentuated her curves,
with a matching lacy handkerchief folded 
[color=bc8dbf][i]beautifully[/i][/color] on her lap, 
the [color=skyblue][i]charming[/i][/color] lady formed a stark contrast to 
the provocative flirtatious girl a table distance away from her.

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On top of the lady's table was a stemmed glass filled with [color=red][i]Blood[/i][/color] Cocktail, 
a women's favorite beverage of the saloon.

Occasionally, she would grip and swirl her drink briefly with her delicate fingertips, 
coating it with [color=red][i]aroma[/i][/color] before bringing the cocktail glass towards 
her soft lips for an elegant sip. She appeared to enjoy the atmosphere.[/center][/cell][/row][/table]
[hr][hr][center][h3][color=darkgray]"..."[/color][/h3][h3][color=silver]The firing of an arrow.[/color][/h3][h2][color=lightgray]The thud of a body.[/color][/h2][h1]Silent Saloon.[/h1][/center][hr][hr]
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Almost immediately,
weapons were drawn as tension was raised, 
the whole saloon got on their feet;
everyone started calculating their next action.

The lady [color=skyblue][i]watched[/i][/color], not the tearful killer but the woman's body.
[color=gray][i]"Her personality's cheap and her outfit's distasteful; but her skin..."[/i][/color]
She stood up [color=bc8dbf][i]slowly[/i][/color] and licked her lips...
the taste of [color=red][i]sin.[/i][/color]
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[color=lightpink][i]I'll finally get to kill her today![/i][/color] Kimberly McCoy thought feverishly as she walked towards the mansion's master bedroom; her hands clenched tightly on a silver tray, carrying a bowl of warm water and a piece of clean cloth, a razor-sharp blade sheathed underneath the cloth. Moonlight seeped through the windows onto the young lady's pale pretty face as her footsteps echoed through the mansion hallway. The night seemed ominously quiet.

Mansion owner Lady McCoy always summoned Kimberly on wee hours like this to help clean her feet. She had a bell pull connected directly to Kimberly's living quarters that she would use to wake the poor girl up whenever she wanted during the night. She was never kind to the girl since the day Kimberly was adopted into the family; and things got worse last month when Lady McCoy's husband Joseph McCoy passed away after an unexpected heart failure. The lady would always force her into doing taxing labor, and punished her harshly on trivial mistakes.

Kimberly's first thought was to escape the mansion, away from Abilene or even Kansas to start a new life. But she immediately knew that it was naive, as the McCoy family owned the majority of livestock business and a number of institutions from hotels to banks within Kansas. They even had close secret connections with the government. Kimberly overheard a conversation once between a government officer and her now deceased foster father, asking for monetary investment from the McCoy family on the construction of the Kansas Pacific Railway across Savage West. There would be almost nowhere to hide from the control freak Lady McCoy within Kansas now, as she inherited all the power, wealth, and social connections from her dead husband.

[color=lightpink][i]I've only got one shot at this; butler Malfoy will be back from his day off by dawn. Should I kill him too if he sees me?[/i][/color] She shivered. [color=lightpink][i] Calm down Kimberly, don't screw up. Everything will be fine as long as I follow the plan...[/i][/color] Scheming, she took a deep breath and knocked two times on the mistress's bedroom door. [color=lightpink][b]"...mother, may I come in?"[/b][/color] No reply. Seconds later, she heard the key turning and the door unlocked. Her cue to enter. 

[color=lightpink][b]"I've brought what you requested,"[/b][/color] Kimberly stepped into the room and surveyed the environment carefully. The master bedroom was at least four times larger than her room downstairs. The thick bedroom walls were made of high quality limestone and the hardwood floor was Brazilian Walnut. A proud looking woman was sitting silently on a medieval-styled canopy king size bed, waiting. Lady McCoy. Kimberly walked across the room and placed the tray on the seating area's coffee table as she planned her next move. [color=lightpink][i]Stab her in the heart, remove the tray, lock the bedroom door from inside, leave the key in the keyhole, escape from the windows. It will look like a suicide.[/i][/color] The room's only light source - a chandelier hanging from the middle of the bedroom ceiling - cast shadow on the girl's malicious face, as she picked up the bowl and the cloth concealing the blade and approached the mistress. [color=lightpink][i]She will never see it coming,[/i][/color] she laughed malignantly and stabbed her.

Lady McCoy fell onto the bed as blood spread and stained the bed sheets. There was hardly a struggle. [color=lightpink][i]I...I did it![/i][/color] Kimberly stared at the body for a minute, and burst into a series of hysterical laughter, as she realized how fast and simple it was to take someone's life. She felt powerful... and thrilled. [color=lightpink][i]No, no time to lose Kimberly. I need to clean up this mess before sunrise.[/i][/color]

She reached for the body and searched for the bedroom key, but a hand grabbed hers. It was Lady McCoy's. Kimberly was shocked as she stared into the lady's now wide-opened eyes, glaring back at her emotionlessly. [color=lightpink][i]W-what is she? Why is she still alive?!![/i][/color] Terrified, she struggled to release herself from the monster's grip, but it was much stronger than she thought. Without warning, the woman extracted a syringe from beneath her nightgown and injected it into Kimberly's arm. Kimberly blacked out.

[h2]... ... ...[/h2]

Kimberly McCoy, the McCoy family's only living daughter went missing for a few days before Lady McCoy got so depressed that she hanged herself. The loyal butler Drake Malfoy carried out the mistress's dying wish as he successfully located the missing McCoy's heir within one of Abeline's inn. With the help of the butler, Kimberly now inherited everything from the McCoy family and became the most powerful woman within Abeline. The devastated daughter then decided to head towards Wichita to fulfill a business trip prearranged by Lady McCoy with the local sheriff before her tragic suicide. 
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The body smoked and burnt quickly, leaving behind a pile of ashes.
Tension died as the saloon returned back to its usual business. 
The two adventurers departed and left the saloon, 
while [color=lightpink]Kimberly McCoy[/color] was no where to be found.
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