Chapter 5

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-A few weeks later-

''Suicide. Twenty-six year old male found dead in his flat.'' Abygaëlle read the front page of today, Tuesday, September 14th. ''Poor guy...''

''Didn't know you were one for remorse and empathy.'' Juliet lightly laugh, taking a sip from her tea, ''Since when do they put suicides in the news...''

''I'm not but you know what the weirdest part about this is? The gunshot wound doesn't fit with its exit wound...Well technically it does but he would have had to sit straight as a broom and perfectly shoot himself with a ninety degrees angle.'' her friend stated placing her cup back on the café's table.

''Right...now you're the weirdest part of my day.'' she replied raising her arched eyebrows.

''But wait, it is only nine in the morning!'' Aby blurted out almost knocking off both of their mugs.

''Please make my morning even stranger will you...'' miss Waters whispered, '' A magic trick! Do a magic trick! To pass the time!'' she squealed.

''I can make myself disappear back to Barth's Hospital.'' the small brunette answered with a monotone voice.

''Really? Already? But it's only nine fifteen! Can you just have a little fun...'' the other brunette sighed.

''That weird man you met a while back, Sherlock, he needs information on cigarette ash...plus, I don't think I want to know what your idea of fun is Juls.'' Abygaëlle laughed, she took her brown coat and placed it around her waist, placing a multicoloured beanie on her head. Giving a wink at her friend before telling her to give her a call, she then opened the door and stepped outside. Abygaëlle's hair flew everywhere as she hid her face in the collar of her brown coat. The wind outside was strong.

But not too strong to take a walk in the woods.

A few hours later, Juliet found herself walking silently in a bright forest. The light was coming through the thick trees, a little fog was in the air but not too much, her surroundings were still visible, she knew where she was. The earthy smell, it smelled of petrichor, the faint smell of earth after rain, the scent of rain on dry earth. The quietness, coolness, moss growing on the trunks of the trees, droplets of water dripping from large leaves, ferns, water trickling through the little creek, bird sounds. Everything was just so pleasant and peaceful.

For one more time, Juliet felt happy and at peace. She closed her big brown eyes and spinned around as fast as she could, like a playing child, only hoping to feel young again, to feel back where she belonged. She belonged in France, she belonged in the countryside. Forest and plains were where she felt pure and complete. She liked being alone, it was the only time she truly was happy. Everything was perfect.

But everything has an end. Her mind went black. She heard a noise. A branch cracked a few feet away from her. She stopped spinning. Everything stopped, everything went black. Her child-like appearance quickly changed when her killer instincts kicked in. Her bright red smile dropped and her brow furrowed. She quickly got closer to the sound. Crouching behind a tree, she turned her jaw towards the scene. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing to be seen. It was calm, too calm. But then a loud noise was heard, A loud thump. Something hit the ground.

There lying on the ground, in the mud, the leaves and branches was lying something. Being too far away, Juliet couldn't make out the shape of the thing on the ground but suddenly clearly realized what it was when something similar came crashing down on the hard ground. It was someone not something. Dead bodies were being thrown from the large and tall tree, only six feet away from her crouching form. It's raining men, hallelujah, it's raining men.

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