A week passed by, the scandal regarding the murder in the Canning manor soon evaporated. The authorities found out a shred of evidence that it was, in fact, the Canning's household chef who brutally tormented the gardener, proving Zachary Canning innocent.
Just as everything began to make its way where it should be, another tragedy struck again, springing yet again an uproar.
An unidentified man assumably in his forties was found brutally murdered just a few meters away from the Canning manor.
The poor man was, parallel to what happened to the gardener, without his eyeballs, nowhere to be found. His head, however, remained intact but this time, his feet and hands were chopped off.
The same Latin words are inscribed to the man's pale belly, 'Catch me before I kill more'.
The authorities let not the incident passed, reasoning how unlike the previous murder, Zachary Canning, is indeed residing in the city.
It was the dead of the afternoon, the sun scorching above them when the authorities barged into the Canning's residence unalarmed.
Whether Zachary Canning approves of it or not, the three middle-aged men stepped foot inside the gigantic manse, their eyes traveling around the place.
Zachary Canning, being alone inside the manor followed the men, his arms crossed, his brow raised, his face smug.
Beginning from the garden to the kitchen, to each of the chambers upstairs up to his very room.
The man held the doorknob, switching it but realized it was locked. His daring eyes darted to Zachary Canning who stood beside him, watching every deed of his, challenging him.
"I require you to open this door right away, Mr. Canning," stated the man, his hand still around the doorknob.
With that, slowly and mockingly, Zachary fished the rusty golden keys from his pocket. The artist could feel the man's stares boring behind his back, unlocking the wooden door.
As soon as the man heard the faint click, signaling that the chamber is, indeed, ready to be searched, the man barged into it right away.
Zachary's back rested on the wall, his arms crossed then ran his fingers through his blond hair.
The man's eyes searched and searched and searched, occasionally lifting a few items here and there. However, Zachary's blazing blue eyes turned dark seeing the man touched his filthy hands on his masterpiece, containing his most-prized illustrations, his secret.
Just thinking about someone other than the subject flipping through the pages makes Zachary's blood boil, his hands clenched at such an idea.
While on the verge of flipping through the pages, Zachary instantly flew right beside the man, gripping his wrist, stopping him. "That's enough,"
The man before Zachary was about to object, reasoning out how he is utterly just doing his job, his responsibility when Zachary gave the man a dagger stare, frightening him.
Gulping, the man let the countless journals scattered on the desks slide, leaving them all alone, thinking that the artist standing beside him is not someone to mess up with.
Making his way outside the artist's lair, he surveyed the place one last time, letting out a soft sigh before heading downstairs, meeting the others.
It was an hour later when the search concluded, "We couldn't thank you enough, Mr. Canning, for your cooperation,"
All Zachary could ever do is nod, his eyes still gazing at their backs as the three mount their carriage.
When the carriage utterly disappeared from Zachary's voice, another carriage began to make its way towards the Canning manor.
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Beyond the Sinister (COMPLETE)
Romance"𝐀𝐡, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲." The death of her best friend, the man whom she adores, compels Seraphina Hearts to head back home to attend the funeral. Yet, how can the school chit pro...
