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I always dreamed of having a killers name. Of hearing it on the news as a sign of people finally acknowledging just how dangerous I am. I'd been a serial killer for 10 years, but they had never given me a name they didn't even know all the deaths were connected, till they did. Then they gave me a name, Deaths Shadow. It made me laugh every time. I was Deaths Shadow, how right they are to think that every death will shadow one man forever, Owen Hunt. Anyway, back to my story and my next kill, Nathan Riggs.
The baseball bat swung from back to front in my hands as I raised it above my head and brought it don't onto the skull with an almighty thud. Then I woke up my forehead drenched in sweat. Today was the day, one month into my fellowship, one month since I'd learnt of the existence of Nathan Riggs. I had stalked him and my dream told me it would all end for him.
"After all," I whispered under my breath "tonight's a beautiful night to end lives." I laughed. Can you believe me? I laughed, but it felt so good to be cruel to the man who took everything from me.
I arrived at the address Megan had given me and looked around in all the normal places someone would hide a spare key, underneath plant pots, under mats and eventually I pulled it out of the top of the plant pot just coved by a leaf in the soil.
"Jackpot." I muttered under my breath laughing slightly. I picked up my baseball bat and slipped into the apartment. I sat on one of his chairs round the dinning table, waiting. The baseball bat hidden behind the door.
The keys turning in the lock snapped me back to the present moment. This was it; Nathan Riggs would be no more when I left. Nathan threw the keys into a red bowl by the door before presiding into the kitchen. That's when he saw me.
"Teddy!" He yelled.
"Nathan it's so good to see you again. How have you been?" I asked pretending to be my mother.
"I've been great." Nathan said. "How have you been?"
"Just dandy." I replied.
"Since when do you say 'dandy', Teddy?" Nathan asked confused.
"Since I was killed by my ex-husband." I said. "By the way Teddy Altman was my mother. I, on the other hand, am Allison. Allison Megan Altman." His face fell while I reached to pick up the bat. "This is from me and Megan." I yelled bringing the bat crashing down onto his head. I dragged Nathan's lifeless body to the worktop and thrashed his head against it till it bled. That's when out of the corner of my eyes I saw a photograph, it was my mother stood next to Megan. Owen was to the right of Megan and Nathan was stood with him. They were all laughing in a desert in Iraq. I took the photo out of the frame and opened a draw that was underneath the frame. I pulled out a picture of a beach and put that in instead, I saw all the other photos and put them in my pocket too. I walked back into the kitchen and pored some water on the floor.
"There he slipped," I laughed. Before wiping the smile from my face and walking out of his apartment calmly. Someone would find him eventually. "It's my gift to you Owen." I whispered turning to look up at the building I had just left, in which Nathan Rigg's dead body lay.
"Hey are you alright, Altman?" Cristina Yang asked walking into my office, making me jump.
"Fine." I lied putting the photos I'd been examining in a draw.
"What are those pictures?" Cristina asked sitting down opposite me at my desk.
"Nothing." I lied again. Cristina walked round my desk and opened the draw pulling out the photos.
"You know you look just like her." Cristina said sitting back down looking at the photos. Her words made me smile.
"Thanks." I said blushing slightly. I couldn't kill Cristina or my Aunt, no matter how much it may hurt Owen. When one of them told me anything about my mother it made me smile.
"Your mother was brilliant and so kind. She was also friends with one of the nicest Doctors in the hospital, Arizona Robbins." Cristina said writing down Arizona's number. "You should give her a call. I'll let her know you might."
"Tell me some more about her work with you?" I asked taking the phone number offered up.
"We used to give each other nicknames." Cristina opened with.
"What was your nickname?" I asked.
"I was one of the Twisted Sisters, Mer was the other, and your mother, well, she had all kinds of nicknames. G.I Jane, Desert Storm Barbie…" Cristina paused and added with a smile, "Cardio Goddess. After I left Mer told me she was named Ambassador of Fun for a while." Cristina looked at me clearly seeing my mother through me. "She was kind and beautiful, I gave up everything for her and I didn't care. Every minute with her was worth it. I was heart broken when she left." Cristina said standing up and offering her hand to me, which I took.
"Where are we going?" I asked following Cristina.
"To dance it out." Cristina said opening a door to a room I'd never been into. There was a stereo in the corner on a side table with speakers in all corners of the room, besides that the room was empty. Cristina walked over to the stereo and hit play, the sound of Duran Duran filled the room at top volume and I smiled.
"Come on!" Cristina said grabbing my hands and starting to dance. Reluctantly, at first, I started to move then I felt so much better and was throwing myself into the dancing.
"My god that actually worked." I said once we were sat back down in my office.
"See I told you." Cristina said with a contented smile.
"Can you tell me more about Owen?" I asked.
"He was cruel to me when we were married, and he cheated on me and insulted me. He injured me too, he tried to strangle me once and he threw me into a metal supply rack." Cristina said her mind going back to the night of the straggling.
"Did he do that to anyone else?" I asked digging for my next victim.
"Amelia, that's his second wife, was apparently fine. Owen was close to her brother first, that's how he met her." Cristina said.
"Who is her brother?" I asked making a mental note of Amelia's name.
"Derek, Derek Shepherd." Cristina said. "He's a neurosurgeon just like his sister."
"Is he still in the US?" I asked.
"Yes, he lives In Washington DC. He moved there after he divorced Meredith." Cristina said. "He got hit by a truck once, but one of the doctors on call called Penny Blake gave him a CT despite protests from everyone else. She saved his life, so me and Mer both hate her."
"Thank you for telling me." I said.
"Any time. I'll let you get back to work." Cristina said getting up to leave.
"It really was a beautiful day to end lives." I laughed as Nathan's body grew cold where I'd left it this morning.