Reincarnation

Chapter 2

Just keep walking. What am I doing he could potentially harm me? I shift my weight onto my left leg. Keeping my Facade. I glance back over to Aoel. His smile hadn’t left his face. He was giving off an energetic kid vibe. He seemed sweet but, in a way, that I wasn’t entirely sure about trusting him. Never the less I decided to give an embarrassed giggle before turning, in the actual direction of the office. I kept a steady pace as I walked past the desk. Through the corner of my eye, I had a spying eye watching the man in the back. My eyes shift view for a split second before turning the corner. Aoel had gone back to work or should I say Minecraft, he was focused on the screen as his black hair swayed free fully in front of his face. His right hand on the mouse while his fingers moving with ease and skill across the keyboard.
I stare down the long corridor that I had just turned into, it somewhat resembled a hospital corridor but with more windows which lead into a courtyard. The courtyard was filled with lush green plants, towering over my height. The plants closer to the glass were brushing and tapping at the glass through the sway of the gentle breeze. My feet soon seem to naturally time themselves into the light faded tapping of the flora just beyond the glass. I turned right at the end of the corridor to where I knew my phycologist would be.

My thoughts were still crowded from that man. Did he know who I was? My past, my pasts? I don’t want to know. I pushed open the tinted glass door. To reveal the usual room set up. I moved towards where she usually was.

“Dr. Kayden? Are you okay?” I questioned why she hadn’t noticed I was in the room. She usually greeted me with bright enthusiasm. This was out of the ordinary. It started to worry me. I turned Dr. Kayden’s chair around in case she had just fallen asleep reading a book while waiting for me. Yeah, real likely its been 10 minutes since her last patient.
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Instead of being greeted with a sleeping Dr. Kayden. What met my eyes was to well at least say gruesome. A young adult’s mangled body, her mangled body. Dr. Kayden’s death was cruel whoever did this was heartless. Her body was slouched against her once white revolving chair. Her clothes were stained with what I hope is her blood, her face completely ripped off only leaving the flesh. Her shoulder-length hair no more, cut off while the remaining hair drenched in the red liquid. Her nails were mangled as well so it was safe to presume it wasn’t a quick death but steady and painful while she fought desperately for her life. I wanted to be sick, but I had to cope considering the horrors I have seen.
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I must admit this was one of the most brutal deaths I have ever seen. I wished my eyes were deceiving me, but I knew they weren’t. A theory popped into my head allowing me to make a key  connection. That man, the knife, the glare he was behind this. I suspect he wasn’t the mastermind but a trained hound to serve similar to an obedient puppy. I wonder what should I do?

The thug was more than likely to have escaped for when I found her mangled body. Though a game of cat and mouse would begin. Though I hope I’m the cat. Should I report this to the authorities, I would be a prime suspect which means I would have to lay low before going after him myself. On the other hand, if I didn’t, I would be the only suspect by not reporting a body. I weigh out both options the first one would be my usual approach, but it didn’t seem to suit the circumstances. I'll go with the second option with a bit of an effect. I’d call the office and add some tears for them to come up here, blah blah blah. I’d explain how I found the body minus my theory’s. My game plan was straight forward from my view. Not sure how others would view it through. I mean who considers how to act after finding a body. I wonder do I sound crazy, I mean probably.

I put the plan into action carefully remembering to add a few tears. Act fazed and worried for this work, if this was played out just right the police would be off my backs before I knew it. If everything went to plan, I could commence the next part of my puzzle catch this criminal. I knew to have a backup plan and a backup for that. Precaution was vital. I had to slip under the radar. 

Oh, shit there was already banging on the door, the police were already here. I shed a few purposeful tears. I stumbled to the door, to be honest, I was a bit upset. She had become my best friend, I had even told her about me being reincarnated. That’s when it hit me, that was why she had been killed. To conceal my secret for their self-exploit. My secret ha got her killed.

I pushed open the door, revealing to cops both armed both seemed experienced with their stern worried, but I suspected it was to conceal their confusion. Their thoughts probably consumed along the line of ‘Either the murder was a pro, or the Murder called us here, but he doesn’t look like a murderer,’. Either way, whatever they were thinking, it was beside the point I had to focus on keeping up my facade a little longer. These policemen were pros it would be hard deceiving them but I had to try.