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The Glasgow Ripper, that's what he's known as, or was when he'd been in Scotland, but now he was in America. It was time to make a new name for himself here, and he was more than ready to do just that. He was one of those patient killers who stalked their prey, but he had a schtick that made it easy to find his victims. He was a photographer, and known for his portraits and landscapes, everyone hired him for their pictures. In fact, he was quite famous in Glasgow for his work, but never once did anyone realize what it was he really did. He used his photography as a means of finding victims, and what was worse, he had no preferences other than young girls. He targeted young girls simply because he loved the feeling of snuffing out their young innocent life, and it didn't bring him any sexual pleasure, at least not that he'd admit to.

Carter had been doing this since his late twenties, killing in such a way that a pattern had finally been seen by none other than one Noinin McLachlan. The murders had caught the public's eyes four years ago with the death of a one of Interpol's Chief Officer's. It was at that point he'd called forth the best, one Noinin McLachlan. She poured over every possible file, and found more deaths than had been attributed to him all over Scotland and England. It was bad enough the press had painted him as 'The Glasgow Ripper', but what was worse was everytime that Noni got close, he stopped, leaving no clues. For four years he watched her as she watched him, amassing quite the file on Noni. She was his Clarice Starling to his Hannibal Lector, to say the least.

For years, a trail of bodies followed behind Noni, bodies left from him as a gift, a reminder that she'd missed catching him when she had the chance. She'd come close, too close, she'd realized how he found his victims, and had no idea that he was in fact one of the suspects listed in the files she kept with her at all times. Now that she'd arrived in Washington D.C, it was time to leave yet another message. He knew she'd be sticking close to her ex-fiance in order to protect her son.

Walking in the park across from the White House, he spotted the perfect victim. A young girl with brown hair and green eyes, exactly like Noni had. A cruel smile creased his lips as he used his tried and true method of getting people's attention, especially in America. His accent. He lured the young girl away from her family without ever being seen, took her pictures before and after he'd slaughtered her. As before, he dissected her away from the park, and far from prying eyes. However, sometime in the night, he left the body at another park where it would be found first thing in the morning. It would soon be all over the news in the D.C area, and though Noni was there, she actually didn't tend to watch the news, or read it lest it came across her desk so to speak. She tended to see too much darkness in the world, and therefore she didn't want to read about it in the news. Since this case wouldn't exactly cause flags to fly just yet, she'd not realize that he was there.

Carter wasn't sure what it was about the young red head he spotted in the park, that caught his eyes. At least, not at first, until those images returned to him, those images that always haunted Carter and Conrad in ways that both knew had changed their life. The images flashed through his eyes as they always did when he found a new muse to turn into her, the one that forever changed the course of Carter's life.

Conrad and Carter didn't have the best of life growing up. Their father wasn't a drunk, but he did abuse drugs, and when he'd come home high, such cruelty would ensue. Carter and Conrad never suffered from the abuses, but their baby sister Shona was the victim of his abuses. If he wasn't raping her, or keeping her chained in the living room, their father was using various knives to cut at her face. It just didn't seem perfect enough. He always saw some flaw in what was, in truth, a perfect, flawless face of a child of merely six years old. In the end, after he tried to fix her smile, and then fix a birthmark on her neck, he ended up killing her by cutting far too deep. What was worse was the fact he made his two sons watch the cruelness he inflicted, especially when he'd quite literally get off afterwards. So much so, that whilst his daughter was bleeding out, he pleasured himself over the dying corpse. For Conrad, it hardened him, led him to become an agent of the Law, but for Carter, it hadn't aroused him, no, but it broke whatever sanity he had in his head. In the end, it was because of their father that Carter began to mimic the man's actions, becoming known as the Glasgow Ripper. He was always trying to recreate that first thrill of watching Shona die, but never quite did until Noinin came into his life, and some nameless agent, in truth James, shot him in the shoulder, that the thrill returned again. Thus fulfilling his father's dying words after Carter had killed him, 'You will become just like me. I see it in your soulless eyes.'

It suddenly hit Carter what it was about Genevieve, it was her hair, as red as Shona's had been. That's what first attracted him to her, in his own demented way. Yes, she was perfect, and surely she'd get that bitches attention, make that woman come out of hiding to hunt again. When Conrad began his training to become an Interpol agent, Carter went with him as much as he could, learning what he could, in order to truly hide himself from the people of the world, so he could blend in. It ad worked, for years he'd been working, making perfect women, leaving corpses in his wake. It didn't hurt that the mere fact he was a photographer, and a famous one at that made it easy for him to find his replacements for Shona.

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He carefully took pictures of Genevieve, following her back to her home. Then, as always, he disappeared back into the crowd, returning to the park where he'd first seen her. Then he saw her, the newest replacement for Shona. Another young girl, and he followed. When he was sure it was safe, he kidnapped the poor girl, taking her to his work space to begin to fix the flaws he saw in her.

((Alright, this part is Graphic, Don't read below this if you don't think you can handle it. I've watched too many gory movies of late, and it's given me such bad ideas. Apologies beforehand.))

First, the Watcher tied her down on this table designed to allow the blood to flow into vats beneath the table. Secondly, he slowly cut away her clothes, careful not to once mar that perfect body of the young girl. Lastly, he stared down at the girl, knowing that his face was the last she'd ever see, which only seemed to spurn him on, and oddly, not even in a remotely sexual way.

Her smile just wasn't perfect, so through her screams, he cut both sides of her cheeks, 'spreading' that smile up along her cheek bones, almost to her ears. The blood pouring was intense, but not quite life threatening. He knew how to cut, how to hurt without taking a life too easily. Then he saw that her eyes looked dull, so he cut away her eyelids, setting them aside as trophies for his kills. He laughed manically, as his father always did with Shona, as she cried out, trying to talk. He then split her tongue, but was again, careful not to let her bleed to death. Such tortures went on for hours, parts of her body being cut, or removed, whatever made her more perfect. Finally, he slit her throat and let her bleed out. Once that was done, he wrapped her up, leaving no forensic evidence, moving her to the park where he'd found her, closest to Genevieve's house, so that young girl might happen upon her. This time, using blood, he left a note.

'''Bring Noinin McLaughlan out, or more will die. I've already found my next victims. Do NOT make me wait.'''

With that, the Watcher disappeared into the shadows, and ironically, back to Boston to spy on Eiru, Kieran, Brigid and the others from Noinin's family. He was bringing about a war, one he'd make perfectly evident was all about the woman that almost caught him. 