The natural inheritance

Chapter 1

"And that's how the Frensh revolution started 253 years ago, but-" the sound of a ringing phone goes through the class and everyone looks around searching for the reason of the sound. I don't, I know the phone that's ringing is mine, so I pick it up without hesitation. "Where?" I ask. The class looks strangely at me but I ignore it, there are more important things to do right now. "The house of Torn, we think Scheaver." I swallow, "I'll be there in five." Gert-Jan looks angry at me, "where are you in five minutes?" Before I can even explain myself – wich I wasn't planning on doing – Gert-Jan interrupts me, "right, nowhere, because you are staying in this classroom because we're at school." I sight, "I'm sorry to say this but I'm afraid that that's not going to happen." I stand up and pack my things, "I am also afraid that I'm not going to be back today so if you will just tell the nurse that I'm sick then that would really help." Gert-Jan looks even angrier than before, "that's not going to happen. Your going to stay right here." I shake my head, "sorry I really have to go."

I run down the halls to the exit were I unlock my car – witch I am not supposed to have cause I'm 15 – and tear away faster than I should.

When I'm on my way I force myself to focus and think, there has been someone murdered today, Torn to be exact and they think it's the work of Scheaver. That means he's already planning his next kill and we probably have less than two days. But back to Torn, he was murdered inside his house and his neighbor called the police when he heard a scream and not much later glass breaking. I look at myself in the mirror, maybe should keep the thinking for later and just focus on the road cause I already passed a very confused cop who is probably following me right now.

When I'm at the house of Scheaver four minutes later I jump out of my car and walk past all the journalists and FBI workers. Some people call out on me but they probably don't know me and what I am doing here. I walk inside the house and greet Dylan who is busy with paperwork. I walk straight to the living room where I meet Bonnie, "that was fast, you didn't go over the speed limit huh?" I smile, "what you don't know doesn't exists." Bonnie grins, "he's in the living room next to the sofa. He has a, remarkable mark." I nod, "give me a pair of gloves and I will take a look, can you call Marit to take care of my abstention on school?" She nods and gives me a pair of gloves. I take them and walk to the sofa were I bunk for a police tape. I kneel besides the body of Torn and take a look at his stomach, a remarkable mark it sure is. On the stomach of Torn is a chessboard curled out, well, that's the closest to it. I look at the chessboard but then move to his face, there are signs of struggle and he lies in a weird position so I suggest he wasn't killed wile laying on the ground but before that. I force myself to focus and grab his hand.

You did struggle a lot, but you didn't saw it coming. And it started a long time ago, you weren't even inside when you were grabbed and brought to the living room. In fact you were going home, so whoever it was, it wasn't Scheaver.

I open my eyes wile conclusions come to me, I call Bonnie and she kneels besides me. "It wasn't Scheaver, it was someone else who isn't as skilled as he is." Bonnie nods and shouts something in de room, but I'm not finished yet. "Torn was on his way home when someone grabbed him and took him home, if it was Scheaver he would have waited and killed him in his house without to much difficulties. This killer is unorganized and didn't know too much about Torn, in fact, he wasn't even planning on doing this today."

I walk through the streets when I see Torn walking, I don't know where he is going or if someone is expecting him. But I can't get this change slide, I grab hold on my knife and walk towards Torn. I put the knife to his throat and bring him home. It is in the middle of the day so no one sees us when I lock us inside the house of Torn. I stab Torn in the back and pull him to the living room where I take my time curving a chessboard on the stomach of Torn. He slowly dies and I finish my artwork. I make a mess around the house just like Scheaver did every time he killed someone, I even break a window even though I don't even escape that way. This is how Scheaver does it and only if the FBI is smart enough to find out is wasn't him, they will think it was him.