The Crimson Murder (The Greystone Family Detective) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 19

"Surrender to the Queen!" Mya giggled, pushing the wooden stick against Caylah's chest.

"Nevea! I'll submit in a million!" Caylah yelled, pulling herself on a tree. Mya jumped up, gripping the tree, her flower crown bounced.

"If you mean in a million seconds, then you have some time," Mya sighed, leaning against the trunk of the tree. Caylah beamed, weaving the the leaves together.

"I had school today," Caylah admitted, laying on the branch like a Lynx at the zoo. Mya raised an eyebrow, well, both eyebrows, in confusion.

"School?" She asked. Caylah grabbed her hands, pulling her onto the branch. Caylah nodded, pulling her dress down slightly.

"Mhm. You go there to learn there," Caylah smiled, thinking about her school, how horrible it was, but she loved to learn.

"Sounds horrible," Mya said sympathetically. She swung her leg. She had never went to school.

"Not so bad," Alec budded in, straightening his hair. He hated it when it was done. He growled, pulling on it. Mya giggled. "But are school does suck."

"I just learn as it comes," Mya giggled, pinching her stockings. She loved the company, her life was lonely, she didn't have many neighbors.

"Then you're not going to learn a lot," Caylah laughed. Alec nodded, twiddling with the grass. Caylah clutched the crown off Mya's head, ripping the pink peatles off, with a satisfying noise.

"Whatever. I'm going to be a princess. I don't have to be smart," she reasoned, pulling the Coronet back, and putting back on her head, her blonde pigtails tipping the tiara. "It's mine now."

"Okay, fine," Caylah muttered, hopping down. She sat down at the grassless patch. She began dig, staining her white dress.

Mya shrugged herself down the tree. She dug beside Caylah. Alec joined too. Soon, all three were digging.

Finally, a cardboard box was shone. Not all, but most. Enough to pull it out. Alec grabbed the too, Caylah gripped the side, Mya clasped the other side, parallel to her. They began to pull.

"Erg, dang it this is heavy," Mya grunted, putting all her strength into it. With one strong tug, they had pulled it out of the ground.

"That weighs a lot," Alec joked, putting his hands on the lid.

"A little less than you," Caylah chuckled, placing her hands beside his. Alec just glared at her, mumbling something under his breath. "Burn! Ohhh!"

"Ohh!" Mya joined in, setting her hands at the top. They glanced at each other, than at the large, six foot box.

"1..2..3..4..GO!" Caylah yelled, pulling up, Alec and Mya followed after her. They lifted up the cap.

Mya's scream was loud.

Caylah's gasp echoed throughout​ the air.

Alec's shriek was angry sounding.

The yellow-ish skin was shining, the rain crashing down on it. It's skin was rotten, ginger hair hung in the face. It's body was bony, it looked as if it hadn't ate in months.

"Is it a girl or a boy?" Mya asked, her body shaking, she tugged on her ponytail, a small whimper escaping her.

"We literally just found a dead body and you're concerned about it's gender?" Caylah reasoned, gripping a stick, she poked the dead body.

"I'm-I'm going to get Ella," Alec stammered, sprinting into into the realm. He ran around trying to find a maid, or something.

"I'm scared," Mya whispered. Caylah messed with the wisp of hair. Alec returned, Ella chasing behind him.

"W-who? What happened?" Ella screeched, she bent down, tears dropping from her eyes.

"I'm messaging Kenzie, she'll know what to do," she cried, wiping her eyes. She ran into the castle.

Returning five minutes later. She gasped, wiping her face again. She crouched down next to Alec, holding her head in her hands.

"When will she come here?" Caylah questioned, tucking​ her hair behind her ears. Ella forced a smile, deep in her eyes she could see a painful gleam in her eyes.

"In a few minutes," she slapped a hand over her over her mouth. She pulled a hood over her head, covering the purple gem on her head.

"O-okay," Mya sighed. For the first text in her short life, she felt depressed. It's not just because the way the dead body looked, or it's disgusting sent, but the fact she saw it.

As the wind whipped around them, they herd the faint noise of moccasins running to them. Kenzie arrived, her cloak flowing behind her. She sat down, her blue diamond sparkled, a few drops of rain fell onto ​it.

"By the look, and scent, he's been dead for many months, maybe six or seven. Who would do this?" She asked, clutching a stick of her own, jabbing his temple.

"It-"

"Maggie. It was Maggie," Mya said, looking up at Kenzie.

"You're right. It's a long way here, and to the Greystone mansion. I can't kill Mr. Greystone so early, I must take my anger out on someone. Plus, Greysucks, I shot your beloved Daddy," she snickered. Maggie stepped forward, holding the pistol up. "He dropped like a Deadman, oh, wait, he was."

She giggled, Caylah stood up. Caylah ran over, pouncing on her. She clasped Maggie's purse, ripping it open. She grabbed a random knife, straddling her hips.

"Brought a knife to a gun fight, I see?" Maggie threw leg up, kicking Caylah, who just growled.

"Or, did you bring a gun to a knife fight? Alecat, there's another knife in there," Caylah growled, pulling the blonde ponytail.

"Oh, no, what Caylah? You think you're stronger than me?" Maggie joked, flipping them around. Alec gripped the purse, rummaging through it, getting to a small (but sharp) pocket knife.

Caylah slid the blade over Maggie's arm, a growl let itself free from deep on her throat. Maggie grasped Caylah's short hair.

"Erg," Alec grimaced, hating the show playing in front of him. He slammed the sharp triangle into her back.

Scarlet liquid, blood, poured out. A wry smile spread across the bleeding girl. Alec's slurred speech was much to hard to understand.