The Melodious Murderer

Eight

Scott paced back and forth, tears falling down his cheeks. The cold air of the hospital made him shiver, but he did not stop to put on a jacket. All he cares about right now was Mitch.

Please don't let me loose another person I love, especially the one I just expressed my love to. Please.

"Scott?"

He turned around when he heard Avi's voice, crying even more. He fell into his eyes, his son's echoing throughout the hospital. Avi looked over at Kevin sadly and went over to the blond, sitting next to him immediately to hug him. Scott hugged him back, sobbing between every word.

"T-they said that he lo-lost so much blo-blood and that he co-could die," Scott told them, his words jumbled together. Kevin shook his head, not wanting to lose the tenor. "He's dy-dying!"

Scott held onto Avi even tighter, sobbing loudly now. Kevin sat down on the chair and began to cry himself, not wanting to lose someone else. Mitch is dying and there is nothing they could do about it. He is the next one to leave this world and he is leaving behind his band members.

They're becoming Pentatonix, minus one.

"Mitch Grassi?"

Scott looked up quickly, a male nurse in front of him. He stood up, his legs a bit wobbly. He almost fell, but Avi caught him before he did. The sympathetic look in the nurse's eyes only made the three male band members want to know more of Mitch's condition.

"He is okay. He lost a lot of blood and flatlined three times, but he is okay. He is awake if you want to see him. He would have died if you didn't save him in time."

Scott hugged the nurse, crayon happy tears now. The nurse smiled, patting the baritone's back gently. Scott let go of him and ran down the hallways, not asking the nurse for the room number. Kevin laughed and looked over at the nurse, smiling weakly.

"What is his room number?"

"421."

"Thank you. Avi, let's go."

Avi nodded as he followed his boyfriend, grateful that the beauty that is Mitch Grassi is still alive. Scott needed him more than anything in this world. The tall blond has a heart of glass that broke every time it was in the wrong hands. Only this time it was in the right hands, but it broke when Mitch was stabbed.

"Before I let you in," the nurse commented, grabbing their attention. They all nodded, wondering what he had to say. "He is saying something about a murderer. Could you see what he is talking about?"

They all nodded and walked faster, refusing to stop. Mitch just found out who the murderer could be. Only question is...

Who is it?

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Jake cursed loudly when he saw that Scott's car wasn't there. He drove off, hoping to find out more clues. He already knew who the murderer was and he had to tell someone.

He picked up his phone and dialed 911 quickly, hoping to get a response. He did not expect the murderer to be that person. He always looked at said person with positivity and love. Now he can't look at them the same.

"LAPD, how may we help you?"

"I will like to report a murderer. This person has been killing a lot of my loved ones. I know who it is too."