When A Villain Falls [Yandere Villain x Hero]

Chapter 5 - The teacher

Donning the hazmat suit, I approached the grisly crime scene alongside Julian and the rest of our team. As we stepped into the classroom, the sight before us was chilling—a desk covered in blood, with the pungent odor of bleach permeating the air.

"We're at a school?" Julian's voice rang out, his disbelief echoing my own thoughts.

I nodded grimly, taking in the scene before us. The blood was smeared haphazardly across the room, but something about it felt off, too deliberate.

"It looks like a homicide gone wrong," I remarked, voicing the initial assessment of the situation.

But as I surveyed the scene more closely, a sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach. There was something about the way the blood was cleaned up, or rather, not cleaned up, that didn't sit right with me.

"Something's not adding up," I muttered, my mind racing as I tried to piece together the puzzle before us. "Why would the killer use bleach to clean only half of the mess but destroy the body?"

Julian nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed with concern. "Yeah, that is weird," he agreed. "If I were the killer, I'd want to clean the place up completely."

Approaching the desk, I examined it closely, noting the meticulous arrangement of the blood stains. "It's almost as if it's meant to grab attention," I observed, my voice tinged with frustration. "The amount of blood, the dragging marks—it doesn't make sense."

As we continued to scour the room for clues, my mind raced through the possibilities. Why would the killer go to such lengths to stage the scene like this?

And what was the significance of the half-hearted attempt at cleaning?

Suddenly, my eyes fell upon a small object hidden beneath a pile of papers on the teacher's desk. Picking it up, I realized it was a torn piece of paper—a page ripped from a notebook.

"This could be something," I said, holding it up for Julian to see. "It looks like it was torn in a hurry."

Julian nodded, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "And look here," he pointed to a series of faint indentations on the desk's surface, barely visible beneath the layer of dried blood. "It's like someone was writing something, but then changed their mind."

My heart raced with excitement as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. There was more to this crime than met the eye, and with each new clue we uncovered, we moved one step closer to unraveling the truth behind the twisted mind of the killer.

"Viola, did you find anything useful from the other teachers?" I inquired, my brow furrowed in concentration.

"Nothing substantial yet, but I'll keep digging," she replied, her voice tinged with determination as she headed off to gather more intel.

As I mulled over the scattered pieces of information before me, doubts began to gnaw at the edges of my mind. "But do any of this make sense?" I muttered under my breath, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Julian's voice broke through my thoughts, drawing my attention. "Are you sure he's dead? No body, just a bunch of blood and bleach," he pointed out, his tone skeptical.

"Good point," I conceded, nodding in agreement. "Probably heard about a huge pay cut and decided to cause a scene to take the school down with him."

"But this is an academy," Julian countered, his expression thoughtful. "If the killer was one of his own students, I'm pretty sure they would have figured out to clean it entirely. I'll go talk to the students."

With Julian on task, I continued my own investigation, scouring the crime scene for any overlooked clues. Night fell, casting the corridors of the academy in shadow as we made our way back to our headquarters. Alone in my office, I settled in front of my computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as I typed up the preliminary report.

"Mr. Johnson, worked at the Academy of Science for over twenty years, recently suffered a pay cut," I muttered to myself, the words appearing on the screen before me as I compiled the details of the case.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on my shoulders, the events of the day catching up to me all at once. With a weary sigh, I closed the case file, longing for the solace of my own bed. But just as I prepared to leave, a faint flicker of movement caught my eye, a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness beyond the window.

What is that?

I jolted awake as my phone rang, the darkness of the room illuminated by the glow of the screen. "Hello?" I answered, my voice groggy with sleep.

"Y/N, uh i know I'm not a student in Mr. Johnson class b-but i study there" came the urgent voice on the other end. "And I know it's late, but I have some urgent information about Mr. Johnson."

My senses sharpened instantly. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"No, it's not," The student replied, her voice trembling slightly. "I heard Mr. Johnson discussing plans... something about his 'departure.' He's planning something big for next week, during the city's anniversary celebration."

My heart raced at the revelation. "What? Are you sure about this?"

"Positive," The student affirmed. "He mentioned something about wanting to make a grand entrance, and he said he wouldn't let anyone stand in his way. To be honest we all felt like it was going this way."

My mind raced as I processed the information. "Thank you. You've done the right thing by telling me. I'll take it from here."

"Be careful, Y/N. Mr. Johnson seemed really determined," The student warned.

"I will. And don't worry, I won't let him hurt anyone."

With the students late-night tip-off, I knew there was no time to waste. I quickly sprang into action, grateful for the chance to thwart Mr. Johnson's villainous plans and protect the city from his dangerous intentions.

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(A/N)

Me to myself when I start another story instead of finishing my other stories