Murder

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A figure watched as the blood dripped down their knife slowly. They turned it, watching it glint in the sun. They glanced downwards at his victim, watching their eyes widen. They watched as the blood flowed out of their victims body. They watched as the person stopped breathing, and they watched as their eyes went dark. They leant down and carved something into their forehead, before dropping the knife on the body. They spun around and strode away, disposing of the gloves in a nearby bin.

Logan waved his hand through the simulation. It dissipated in front of his eyes. He frowned, rubbing his temple. It seemed easy enough, but what about Janus? He'd easily be able to detect when Logan lied. I guess he'll go first. Logan flicked through the list of things he could summon. He'd need to pin the blame on someone, otherwise they'd get suspicious. Logan paused at a specific item. Yes... this would do quite well.

Logan stretched his gloves on his hands, hearing a satisfying snap! He glanced around the room, checking to see if anyone was there. The room was empty apart from this plotting figure. He summoned a black hoodie and pulled it on. He also placed a mask on his face, just in case. Logan pulled on the hoodie strings. He grabbed the item and popped down, heading to the navigation where it had every sides location. None of the sides knew about it, as Logan had created it to figure out where Virgil went. Not that he told the sides that.

The hologram flickered, displaying 7 dots. He raised a hand over it, flicking through the stat files until he found the one he needed. Logan smiled to himself, a smile as bitter as apricot kernels. This was his time to shine, no one else could get in his way. Logan summoned a mirror, looking at himself. It was impossible to discern that dear old Logan was behind the sinister mask. He removed the mirror and sunk down to the location of the dot.

In the midst of the night,

A scream echoed throughout the shadows.

The graveyard filled with light,

A side sent to the gallows.



Here, have Logan with gun to cheer you up

Here, have Logan with gun to cheer you up

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Word count: 378 words

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