Hidden Meanings

Deleted Story Part [TMW one-shot]

Okay guys feel free to skip this. Everything I've written in the past....5 months? Anyways- it's been complete crap.....so ignore me if I post random things, I'm trying to get out of Writer/Type Block...I keep comparing myself to other authors better then myself and becoming worse...

Anyways. Deleted Scene from The Murderer Within. I scraped it.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my eyes glued to the screen as I carefully read over the clues one more time to assure myself I didn't make a mistake- that I didn't mess up and lead everyone to the wrong person.

"This..."

I was confused. Such a word was an understatement, but the emotion I felt the most was betrayal. Tapping the mouse's left button one more one, I exited the screen before shutting my laptop off and sliding it away.

"Nile!" I yelled as I emerged from my room, shivering in my body's response to the frigid air of the garage he was working in. The Egyptian looked up from his project in the corner, then flipped his googles up to peer at me closely. My heart thumped slightly in my chest, making me forget for a moment I was standing on ground as his lips twitched up in half a smile.

"Do you need something, Ezra?" He asked politely, turning and reaching for the small cutting knife that lay on the left side of his table before going to work at carving small cubes of wood out of the block that lay before him.

My tongue felt twisted as his gaze moved from me to the wood, it was nearly my mind's way of telling me to wait up, I'm still making sense of this. His bright calucating green eyes didn't look like a murderer- not a person who would kill someone he was closely associated with.

"Could you..." I managed out, which seemed to catch his attention. Nile set down the blade, once again meeting my gaze with curious irisies. "How could you ever be...him?"

"Who?"

"The murderer, dammit," I hissed under my breath, and he cocked his head to imply that he didn't hear what I said. "You killed...so many..."

The brunette made a sound that sounded like a chuckle, but then his expression hardened. "Ezra, this isn't a funny subject. Don't joke about the identity of the murderer."

"Don't deviate from the truth. You're him," I accused in a low voice.

Nile raised an eyebrow, another half-smile playing at his lips as he turned away from his project and faced me. "And what leads you to believe this?"

"That's not important."

"It is, if you're going to frame me. You need proof to send me to jail, don't you?"

I stopped myself from uttering the next sentence, averting my line of vision so I stared straight out of the garage window, my eyes skipping from each snowflake to the next as I considered the words. "The way you say it..."

"You're correct, Shibuya. I am the murderer."