Dead Girls tell no tales. Is that saying true?
Emma Blackwell was told a secret, just minutes before she was left to die. Bloodied and bruised, for the world to see.
But there was one question lingering on everyone's lips. Who killed her?
Nine susp...
**Picture is Young Tom Hiddleston, as Braxton "Brax" Rogers**
A/N: Here it is, The Murderer of the Emma Blackwell case is <Insert the Drum Roll Here>
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"Cole Jensen."
She spoke quietly and quickly. "He was the one who murdered his good friend and classmate. The case has been solved."
Esme chucked her arms around Blaine and looked up to him. "When he is arrested, can we please go watch that movie you promised?" She asked him. He chuckled and nodded as he looked out into the distance.
"It looks like they're here." He stated, pointing out the many cop cars that arrived outside the abandoned school. The normal school hours ended a few hours ago. The head of the SQUAT team walked up to them and asked who they were meant to be arresting. They both answered in unison,
"Cole Jensen." The Squat team charged over to the classroom and you could hear the Sergeant from miles away. "Cole Jensen, which one of you is that?" Cole put his hand up, guiltily and glumly.
"That is me." He whispered slowly. "Well, Fellow Suspects and Classmates. I now convict Cole Jensen of the second-degree murder of Emma Blackwell. You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say will be used against you in court." Cole was hand-cuffed and held onto by two of the officers. They were being walked out as they were followed by the ex-suspects.
"So, it, was you?" Rose questioned madly, as the psycho was being dragged away by the authorities. "Why would you do such a thing to Emma, bro? I thought you guys were friends?" Blake spoke glumly, as he could no longer look him in the eyes, he seemed that ashamed to even be associated with the person who tried to kill his best friend.
"Well, I didn't want to hurt her, but I did. Didn't I? I had to get her to bury something, something I told her. I needed her to take it to her grave, yet now; sadly, she has." Blake started running at the already captured craze-killer. But Lyra held him back, surprisingly. Even though Lyra and Blake had their moments; nasty, horrid moments, they still were nice enough people. Anyway, Blake yelled something at him, as tears streamed down his face with pure rage and agony. "I will get you. I don't care if I end up killing you, making the people who may love you as sad as I am without her. You deserve it. You deserve to die, and to go to hell." The killer just smiled. Not maniacally, but sadly. His eyes full of regret as he cried a singular tear as it rolled, slowly down his left cheek.
"I didn't mean to kill her. I just needed her to forget, something I told her during the final minutes, so I let go. Giving her brain an excuse to shut down her heart. I said I'm sorry, shouldn't that be enough?" If this so-called 'accidental killer' meant his apology, then maybe the many people would have been closer to forgiving him, but there was no chance of that happening. "I will never forgive you for what you've done to someone as innocent as Emma. What has happened to you? You never used to be like- like... this!" Blake said, still being held back, by Lyra and now Tia, who decided to help her friend out.
"Maybe I've always been like this. And just no one ever noticed." "You're sick!" Maria yelled at him, even though this was out of character for her. He just smirked and cackled evilly. He was the definition of a Sociopath. Even if you searched up the word, 'sociopath' up in the dictionary. A Picture of his face probably would show up.
"I'm not sick, I'm twisted. Because sick makes it sound like there's a cure. And since, now all of you know who I really am and what really happened to Emma Blackwell. You'll be next."
