Tell Me (A PewDieCry Fanfiction Mystery)

Chapter 3

Cry POV:

I walk the streets to clear my head of the nightmares. I walk, I don't look where I'm going, I just walk, I walk until my legs hurt, and then I start to think. I think of all the horrible things I have done this past week, I feel tears trickle down my cheeks as the memories flood through my mind. Why did I have to do this? Why did I have to be a bad guy? Why did I have to put the mark on me that was given to me by my father on all of my victims? I think about various things and I think about them for a long time, then I think about him, the detective from the coffee shop how messy his hair was, how tired he looked, how cute he was sleeping on the steering wheel, but then I think of the worst part.

I think of how I was going to kill him only moments before.

I get so lost in my thoughts that I don't realize I'm being followed. When I do finally notice it's too late. The hooded figure pushes me against the brick wall in the alleyway I hadn't even known I'd been walking through. I feel the knife the man puts to my throat to keep me from moving, but my instincts take over and before either of us realize what has happened I stab him in the stomach.

I pull my phone out, not thinking and call the number I haven't called ever since I was a kid.

Pewds POV:

I finally get home at 4 AM and try to go to sleep, but it's no use I'm wide awake. I flop down on the couch and my mind is once again preoccupied with thoughts of mysterious man. Who was he?

I almost fall asleep with questions of the mysterious man, but my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket to see it's my partner, and estranged girlfriend Marzia.

(P= Pewds and M= Marzia)

P: Hello?

M: Hey, Felix, we have a murder.

I immeadiatally sit up.

P: What? Where? Why would there be another? We just got one two hours ago!

M: Felix.. I don't think it's the same killer.. They way they were talking when they called me in it didn't sound the same.

P: Then why are you calling me?

I grow confused as the conversation progresses

M: They said the witness... Has a face on the palm of his hand, like the victims..

I quickly grab my keys, and rush out the door, hanging up the phone in the process.

If he escaped the murderer before, then he would know what they look like!

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