Chapter 13.5

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The southern hall of world meeting building was the same in every building, it was secluded, dark and the farthest you could go from the world meeting room itself... Laughing to himself, London rubbed his hands together.

"You could not pick a better place for murder..."

Pulling out a little notebook from on of his many pockets, the gangly teen started writing everything down. Slipping it back into his pocket when he heard footsteps behind him, London didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"You took your time, kept me waiting... even though your the one who wanted to meet."

The figure behind him sighed, reaching into their pocket slowly.

"I'm really sorry about this but..."

London eyes widened in shock and pain, blood trickled down his chin as he looked down at his chest. The shot had been muffled from shooting the capital pointblank in the back, tearing through London's heart in the process. 

"I can't risk you telling on me, you were the final lose end in this plan... imagine, if you only hadn't called all of us together... I would've had to track you down. You made this too easy..."

Covering his mouth while coughing uncontrollably, London grimaced at the sight of thick blood  oozing through his fingers. Falling to one knee, before collapsing he weakly stared up at the blurring figure.

"...you don't understand, I was trying to protect you... this could have been fixed without anyone having to die... you only had to... the plan...t..."

Watching London taking his final breath, the figure looked almost remorseful. Before shaking their head to clear it, muttering to themselves.

"I-it was b-better this way, we both know how London gets when it comes to murder. That weird obsession of his with reading detective novels, would have been the end of us. He would have point out that one clue connecting this all to us... why am I talking to myself? Gotta calm down... put up the mask again. It's over all over now... I'm safe..."

Vanishing down the hall, they walked back to the meeting room before their presence was missed.

(To be continued...)



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