Emil walked into the dairy, looking at the shelves full of candy. the cashier, a cheerful Finnish man, about twenty, greets him.
"Emil - the normal right? A bag of Salmiak?"
The teenage boy nodded, his short silvery hair barely moving.
The cashier disappeared into the storage room, returning with a black bag.
"Here you go! - Enjoy!"
Emil took the bag and placed his money on the counter. "Thank you, Tino!" He replied. Tino smiled widely, his eyes filled with pure joy from a single thank you, a kind act that meant the world to him.
Then Emil was gone.
"Emil Steilsson - aged 16 - was found dead near the forest. Inspectors are unsure of the cause of death, and an autopsy has been requested from his family. However, he showed signs of struggle and possible rap-"
Tino turned off the television and frowned at the tumbling clothes in the washing machine.
He then stood up and glanced at the clock.
"Time to eat dinner," he said to thin air.
Outside the wind howled and night has fallen. The microwave beeped, signalling Tino that his meal is done.
"Pasta again. What should I make next?"
He sighed and turned on the television.
"His brother Lukas Bondevik - aged 20 is being interviewed." The screen abruptly changed to a bench in a park.
A man - in his mid-twenties with green eyes and brown hair sat beside a blonde man, who had a neutral expression and a floating curl.
"Well!" the brown haired man smiled and placed his hand on the blonde's shoulders. "This is Lukas and I am Antonio Fernández Carriedo! How are you, Lukas?"
Lukas kept a straight face - but a single tear fell down his cheek. "I can't believe someone would do this. I will find the cause of his death, yes, I will, I will look at every cut on his body, I will-"
"Lukas-" Antonio broke him out of his rant. "Lukas here is a forensic pathologist and has willingly accepted to perform an autopsy on his brother."
"He was so young! He had a future, and someone decided to rip it away from him, along with his innocence!" Lukas Bondevik covered his face with his hands and wept.
Leaving the television drowning on, Tino washed the dishes. Then he went down to the basement, where on the wall were numerous pictures of Emil.
The last picture on the wall was Emil smiling with Lukas, something that was rare, as Emil always had a frown on his face.
Carefully unpinning each photo, Tino threw them into a file marked with [Destroyed].
He looked at the last photo and left it there.
Smirking, Tino muttered, "Time to collect more photos!"
Thanks for reading this short intro, I feel terrible for killing Iceland. This story will update frequently unless school kills me.
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(There is more, I uploaded three chapters for the sake of it!)