Chapter 1
There was a detective, her name was Claire, she had recently been assigned a murder case she found interesting, she then decided to get in a car with one of her college about 10 minutes of silence pass
“Claire, are you sure about this, why are you going alone?” she said with heavy concern in her voice
“I’ll be fine, the murderer shouldn’t be there anymore, plus I’ve done over 20 murder cases and succeeded at 14 of them!” Claire said with confidence.
“Claire first off those had a lot of detectives on the can second no amount of experience is enough to do a case alone these days, you’ve developed too much of an ego.” her colleague said with a mixture of fear and frustration, Claire then sighs with anger evident in her voice
“I knew I shouldn’t have brought you along, you always criticize me for no reason.” Claire said
“I’M JUST TRYING TO WARN YOU!” Claire’s college yelled with concern. Then they had arrived at the location, there was a dark, small, house that had green mold and was decaying, almost rotting like appearance coming from the victims house, it smelled the same way making Claire gag. When Claire walked in the house she immediately saw the victim, his eyes were burnt so much they seemed to have faded away, leaving only dark holes in the head of the remains, he seemed to have been burned across his body and arms as well, there were also cuts on his leg, almost piercing him, then Claire looked up and saw that there was a message written with blood, HE DESERVED IT, ALL OF THEM DO. The murderer knew he didn’t hide his tracks, this was on purpose. Why did he make this message, Claire wondered, who did he write it to, she thought. Just then she threw up, not only the smells, but the visuals made that happen, no one could survive long in there, then Claire decided to search the rest of the house, it was all filled with cocaine and an excessive amount of marijuana that he was likely selling. Is this what the murderer meant by the message?
This was the murderer. I remember everything. he thought, all of what they did. a school is on fire glowing orange and red,inside the murderer was screaming,
“YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH IT, I`LL KILL YOU ALL!” He felt all of the burns and pain, every little movement felt like someone stabbing him with a burned knife, but then he blacked out, waking up in the rubble of the school, not too much, luckily he was able to push out. “hey there Cassian” the murder said with a maniacal cackle
“wh-who are you” Cassian whispered with fear
“you don’t remember me, old friend” the murder said with hatred evident in his voice then the murderer took off his cloak to show many scars and burns going up his arms to his upper chest/neck with two final scars right under his eyes which were a dark gray, but he had black hair instead of his original hair color, the murder said with just then Cassian thought he had remembered
“hello (redacted)” Cassian says brightly
“hello” the murderer says with serenity
“Why are you always so serious?” Cassian asks
“nothing to celebrate.” The murderer said calmly but his friend had a different hair color, but he talked and sounded almost exactly the same way
“I think I remember you now.” Cassian says with relief
“Don’t be relieved yet, Cassian, after all I still remember what you did to me.” the murderer says with a fearsome look in his eyes,
“wh-what are you talking about?” Cassian questions
“THE FIRE!” the murder screams
”THAT WASN`T ME!” Cassian screamed nervously,
“dont lie to me cassian.” said the murderer with sudden serenity,
”Just know this, it’s YOUR turn to burn!” of which the murderer took out a blowtorch and knife and lunged at Cassian, then starting with the arms and chest making his way up with the blowtorch stopping at his neck every time he moved up Cassian screams with pain
“any last words, old friend” said the murderer with pleasure,
“i-i-i’m sorry, p-please don`t.”, but then his eyes got burnt out, with and agonizing scream cassian died due to blood loss and too many burns, then the murderer then cut his legs, and took the blood from his victim,then wrote a message to a certain detective he knew would see this.
Claire took the victim to a hospital to get an autopsy
“What are all the damages?” Claire asked, “all that was visible.” the doctor says while writing in a notebook
“Alright then thanks for helping me out as much as you could have, Cassie.” Clair said with slight annoyance
“No problem, it’s a doctor’s duty!” Cassie said with a grin “oh and by the way, this was Cassian’s corpse, in case that helps with discovering who did this awful thing to someone so young (24 years), if not you can mourn your loss of a friend, I know I might miss him afterall he is my brother” Cassie says while losing her grin
“we weren’t friends past highschool, but ill try my hardest to find the murderer before he can kill others, right now I think he’s going after criminals, so maybe a vigilante of some sort, not sure though, just going off a message the murderer left behind, and the lots of illegal drugs in his bedroom.” Claire told Cassie
“Well then, it’s best I be off now isn’t it.” Clair said while looking at her watch. Claire then started to drive home in her dodge durango R.T. on her way home she started to think about the message the murderer sent, was that message aimed towards someone, or just anyone who found it, did the message mean all criminals or just drug dealers, why did he write a message as a murderer, it all makes no sense, i just need to sleep it off ill continue working tomorrow. She arrived at her house, her house was like something out of a dream, it was large beautiful and well kept, when she approached the door she was welcomed by a butler who had also made dinner for her and her husband
“hello sweetie” Charles said happily
“hello” Clair said lovingly,
“Did anything happen at work today?” Charles said while raising an eyebrow
“new murder case on an old friend, he had been killed in the most gruesome way I’ve ever seen, plus the murderer had left a message to someone, not sure who, anyway anything interesting happened at your work?” Claire said taking a bite of her steak and vegetables
“no, not really, it was a slow day today” Charles said whilst also eating.
“Better than my day!” Claire said while giggling, but just then Charles got a call from his business he had to take. So Claire just went to sleep.
