The Everlasting Oasis

Chapter 5 - The Observing Revelation

This is deplorable. This is disgusting. It's not too unlike what I've seen once before but at the same time, it's completely different.

A bloodcurdling deconstruction of a human body. Her bright blood flowing like a river and her organs smashed out to pieces across the table.

I cover my mouth at this scene. This is... all my fault. How could I have let something like this happen? This is unforgivable.

I shouldn't have been allowed to sit on my ass all this time. Someone died because of me. My laziness. My sins. Why can't I grasp the full reality of this situation?!

While clenching my fist, something else enters my head. This scene is vaguely familiar. Seeing her corpse, I come to understand more of myself. No, that's fundamentally wrong. I don't understand anything. I can't. Remembering and understanding are vastly different concepts. In fact, all this does is widen the gaping hole in my head. 

What I remember is thatー

ーI killed my father.

I can still recall the sensation of draining the life out of him with my own two hands.

In this moment, I let out a pathetic laugh. What the fuck is this supposed to mean? Who is this monster inside of me? I mean, I already knew I had a few screws loose but to have been such a fucked up bastard... And that's the only thing I can remember. Not even a name or motive. 

What is the meaning of all this?

Why... can't I understand?

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A shocked crowd arrives out the elevator and after gazing down at my watch, I see that about five minutes have passed.

I click my tongue and point a finger out to the approaching crowd, "I know you're in that group, you serial killer. You won't be forgiven... Not in a thousand years. I'll drag you down all the way to the depths of hell and I'll keep you chained down there. I swear that I'll uncover your identity and put an end to this. Not as any brilliant detective, but as the completely ordinary person, Hudson."

I can't read people's minds but in this moment, it looked like Mike had an air of understanding flow over him. Resembling a feeling of "Ah, that's how it is... he's a detective."

Lewis shouts out, "What are you talking about? Don't fuck around! It was obviously you! Who else could have done this?! I bet you don't even care about her death... I mean, you were shouting about killing someone in my room and you're the first here. What else could you be except a murderer?!"

"You're... not so wrong. It's true, this turn of events is all my fault. I could've done something to prevent this but I feigned ignorance, doing nothing. I guess in that way, I'm not too different from the culprit himself. But, you know, I'm unbelievably pissed off at that bastard, that sole emotion cannot ever be fake. That's not all either, I'll show you all some proof. Look at thiー"

What the hell is this?

Cut the jokes.

In a huge echo, I laugh, I roar, I chuckle, I howl.

The room ends up a mere chamber for my cries.

This is too perfect.

The God of Luck must be on my side.

I've solved the mystery.

"Have you finally gone mad?" Lewis says.

"Fine. I'll tell you. This meaning of all that has occured. The real truth. Well, saying that, it's not like I suddenly know everything. I just understand the building blocks." I scratch the back of my head and continue, "But currently, with all that's transpired, I really couldn't expect anyone to trust my words so I'll have to prove it. How about this? If I can't find this murderer in three, no, two weeks I'll commit suicide."