Alice Carne Monologue

For every Sunday that occurred, a cold and pale body would be found at the top of Desire Street. The corpse would be laying on their back, which was covered with cut marks, one arm would face up and the other faced down. The victim’s eyes would be wide open and a blood mark would be left under their nose. It was a signature left behind from the murderer. Alice Carnen, a young adult, stood around the corner with her mother, both observing the crime scene. Whenever someone would die from unnatural causes, a cross would be placed around their necks as protection to heaven from the demons who were responsible for the victims' death. Alice had always thought of it as a silly thing to do. "Isn't it ironic that they would place a cross around their
Berthas house, a lady who had been blind since the day she had turned seventy-two and since then she was unable to complete her daily routines for the day. A group of older ladies, but not older by too much, would always gather in the same spot to gossip about the latest news in town. "They say the body of yesterday's victim was Walter Thomas," one would whisper. "Poor man... didn't even live till forty," another would murmur. Despite speaking at such a low tone, as Alice strolled by the ladies, their voices spoke up. "Perhaps it was Alice? The girl has little to no Christ in her." They watched as she walked into a small home. The grass surrounding it hasn't been cut since mid-June and it was now November. On the outside walls, mold could be seen spreading out. Although Alice had offered several times to repaint the home and even cut the grass every two weeks, Mrs. Bertha refused numerous times stating she wouldn't want the culture of the home to go away. Though at times, Alice would secretly make sure the house wasn't decaying as fast as Mrs. Bertha. The elderly lady had to be the only person that accepted Alice for being an atheist, which explains why Alice favors her so much. "It is 1889 and it is still a shock to these people that some of us do not believe in God. Do you know what they call me now? The murderer! They suspect that I'm the unknown murderer!"
Alice pushed her way through the crowd only to see a dead Mrs. Bertha on the ground covered with a sheet that was inked with red and around her neck was a cross. Immediately, she felt dizzy. She was stunned and shaken. The only person who couldn't care less about what she believed in was lying dead in front of her eyes. Alice tugged on strangers' arms, begging them to tell her what was going on but they chose to push her away. She was panicking, nearly losing her own breath. An officer pulled her aside and the crowd buzzed with rumors. "I told you it was the sinful child!" "What are her parents teaching her?" "No wonder why she was so close with Mrs. Bertha..." "She deserves this. She has been taking lives!" One after another, somebody had something to say about the situation. Alice was breathing heavily next to officer that was pulling her inside of Mrs. Berthas home. He had her sit down on the same chair Mrs. Bertha would rock back and forth in. She observed each officer. All of them were young for the most part. The oldest looking officer looked familiar. She attempted to try to remember him but the officer who brought her in spoke up, "Miss Alice, you seemed awfully close to Mrs. Bertha. Do you have any clue as to who could possibly be against her?" She stared at the officer who spoke to her, "Everyone was friendly with her. She was friendly with everyone, including me." Alice's breathing