Roses have thorns

His preparations

data-*PING*

the fiftieth email of the day

*PING*

the fifty-first email of the day

Hiro had been sitting at his computer all day, reading through emails people had sent him in request for a killing. Hiro had very strict rules;

'No children under 10 • No elderly who are close to death anyway • No requests for torture lasting more than an hour • the client must be older than 15 • NO spam or you will be blocked and killed.'

His eyes were straining from looking at the bright computer screen in the darkness of his house. He slouched his back in his computer chair, and bought his knees up to his chest, so he could rest his chin. He had large dark circles beneath his eyes, and his hair hadn't been brushed. His dark eyes carried on looking over the screen, until he heard a familiar vibration coming from his phone. He peered down at it, then slowly moved his pale hand towards to, and unlocked it to see why it was making so much noise.

"Hey bud, its me, detective Gordon, we were looking over your case and we decided that the only way we can truly be sure if you've got anything to do with the recent crimes is if you help us out. From what we've heard from the locals, your very smart. The perfect guy to help us out or be responsible for a crime or two. Have a think about it and get back to me. P.s. I think I dropped something at your house, mind if I pop round to pick it up?"

'how should I reply?' He thought. Hiro bit his lip, and rolled his shoulders back.

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detective Bill Gordon was sitting on his couch waiting for a reply. Mizuki gave him Hiro's number so that he could send the message over. The thing Mizuki didn't realise was - Gordon didn't want to help prove Hiro's innocence... He wanted to prove him guilty. Gordon had known from the second he met Hiro that he was trouble. That there was something... Ominous about him. However Gordon couldn't quite figure out what it was that made him think that way. He leaned back on the leather seat, and took hold of the TV remote to see what was on TV. he rubbed the back of his head, as he impatiently waited for Hiro to reply.

*BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ* He immediately looked over to his phone, and unlocked the screen.  

"Hey detective. I'm a little disappointed you didn't believe me in the first place. anyway- if helping you solve these crimes is the only way to prove my innocence, then that is what i'll have to do. I'm happy my neighbours  think so kindly of me :-) yes you may come pick up whatever you left here :-)"

Gordon quickly got up, and rushed out of the house to his british-taxi style shiny car. He had a plan to look round Hiro's house in more depth, and hopefully find something that proves him guilty.

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Hiro, however, wasn't going to let Mr. Gordon leave alive. He had a plan;

First; He went to his basement and walked over to his glass cabinet full of drugs. It contained mostly prescribed drugs, but also the odd bottle of poison... He reached in and picked up a small pot of mercury. He was going to put this in Gordon's tea.

next; He opened a small wooden trap door in his basement; leading to huge barrels of bleach and chemicals he wasn't quite sure of. He used these to melt the bodies of his victims after they've been killed (or sometimes while they're still alive, depending on his mood.) Once Gordon was dead, he would put his body in here to dissolve.

Finally; He had some weapons in his back pocket just incase. An army knife, a kitchen knife, and a Stanley knife.

Just as Hiro had finished his preparations, he heard the sound of a car pulling up on the drive. Hiro looked through his netted curtains at the front of the house, and saw Gordon getting out. Hiro smirked, devilishly. This was gonna get serious