Hello Fanfiction! My name is Benjamin, and I am related to StudentFromGallifrey, for anyone wondering. We don't talk much, so that's how I ended up into his story(s). If you have an OC you want to be in this story, PM me some basic info on them! I found out why my story got deleted. Turns out that having a sister who hates you enough to convince your girlfriend that you're cheating on her is a dangerous one to keep your computer logged in around. Anyways, enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I wish I owned it, but I don't, Sowwy…
The man nestled his head a little further into the butt of his rifle. His blue cap sat to the side, temporarily forgotten. Looking through the scope, he zeroed it in to some movement in the surrounding woods. The group he was stalking was not making any attempts to be quiet, which was causing a deathly hush to settle on the woods, minus the group's noise of course. Finally, the group appeared in some bushes a distance away from him.
The group's occupants were as following: A man in a large top hat, a young boy in a bowler hat not unlike his own, and a young, stunning girl, in a peach dress, with a bow and tall boots. Flora…
He settled his crosshair on the top hat man's chest. If he remembered from last year, his name was Professor Layton. If he killed him now, then that would be it.
But no, that's too easy. Scooting his crosshairs to the boy, he readjusted his position. Of course, if he killed the boy, then he could have a little more fun with the Layton and Flora.
Finally, he scooted over to Flora. Flora… the only name he remembered from the whole "Future London" escapade. The girl who trusted him, who he loved, and who he could never have. If she died, an un-estimable amount of grief would be placed on the other two; and he could keep her out of the hands of other boys.
His finger tightened on the trigger. Already taking into account the wind, temperature of the air, and the ammo, gravity, and even the rotation of the earth, he was ready to make the shot.
He settled the crosshairs over the two small bumps on her chest. For a girl of fifteen, she was kind of behind. How he would love to feel those pressed to his chest one more time…
He squeezed the trigger further. The resounding bang filled the entire forest with echoes, and Flora Reinhold collapsed to the ground, dead.
He had finally done it. Clive Dove had finally taken his revenge on Professor Layton. His yell startled the birds seconds after the gunshot had.
Wow, what do SFG and I have with hurting Flora emotionally and physically? I feel so bad… and my favorite PL character too… Ah well, please R&R!