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Chapter 19

As I see the paper I was being given, I quickly look at it.

"Sheriff"
Your job is to find out who the murderer is and end their life. Do this by shooting them with the fake gun.
Job
•Go to the plant room to start off.
•find clues.
•ask questions.

I look up to see that everyone has already left. Given to me aswell was a map. I look at it with full concentration.

My long legs trace me off. The garden room, is my first destination. Quickly, I pace there. My fear getting the best of me. As I enter the room I notice a briefcase, with a certain red substance on it.
I think.
Do I take it,or not...
I chose to take a leap. As I rummage through my envelope I notice a rusted key, which just so happened to fit the case.
Immediately, I stick it in the lock.
Twist.
Click.
The lock popped of and the case slung open.

Out came a terrible scent, the scent of something gone off.
It smelt like something I've smelt before. Quite recently actually.

My mind goes a purplish colour as I can see my memory of Caspian and my sister, Nova.

Inside is also a certain clue.

'Riddle Me This. A MURDERER THERE IS. A MURDERER YOU SHALL BECOME. MURDERER YOU MUST COMPLETE. MURDERER IS ON THERE MIND. PHYSCO THEY ARE. THEY ARE NOT STABLE. AND NEITHER ARE YOU.'

I think to myself.
What does this mean.

I hear footsteps.
Someone.
Running.
Pacing.

It's Brielle.

As I look at her, she looks back...

"I'm sorry." She says.

"Sorry for what?" I question.

"My terrible actions I did. I know I'm a terrible person and I know you shouldn't respect me anymore. But... I love you. I really do."

Her breath, warm. I feel it against my cheek.
She puts her soft, gentle hands around my head.

But...
I hate it.
I hate her.
I hate everything.
I don't want anything to do with her.

Rage, I feel.

Pushing, I get rid of her.

I threaten her with the gun.
I say.

"If this was real I'd kill you..." my voice becomes more deep.

She just looked at me.

Her face grew red as she ran out of the house, slamming the door.

I run over to it noticing everyone else had the exact same idea as me.
Alpha just asked why.
I stood in confusion.

Hours pass by

I feel tired.

I feel upset.

I feel annoyed.

I feel angry.

But really, I feel guilt.

Guilty that I got rid of her and didn't talk.

I hear screams.

I quietly sneak over to the room.

I creek open the wooden door.

Seeing a nightmare.

A nightmare that stood in front of me.

I see Payton.

Her sleeves pulled up.

Deep cuts buried into her wrists and arms.

I see a knife next to her with blood.

I stare.

But there, is something more..

That more, is someone else.

That someone else seemed to be on the floor.

On the floor... Dead.

I run to to the body.

A bag sewn into the person.

Covering the identity of the one specific person.

She laughs.

She laughs.

She laughs.

She grins.

She smiles.

She lunges.

Her arms around my neck.

As I see Jax.

He runs up to her, punching her with great force.

Ripping of the bag, to see.

Alpha.

Dead.

His eyes out.

His neck, severely sliced.

He's,bruised around his cheek.

He's gone.

He's no more.

There's comes David and Aaron.

They pull out there phones, immediately calling the ambulance.

What a great party.

The host.

He did all of this and is now dead.