AN:/ Alright, so I've decided to give writing another go with the encouragement of a friend, this is something that came to me on a whim. So, I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing this. Btw, I feel bad about everyone I'm killing off, but a detective story needs a murder. Also, this is set in my home city in Scotland, but I'll save you the bother of having to decipher a Scottish accent, which won't actually be a main feature anyway because most of the characters are from elsewhere. (Also, anyone that reads my crossover Hetalia fic, I warn you that I'm debating or whether on not to continue as there's been some developments in my life that kind of prevent me from doing it as I meant to.) Anyway, enjoy :)
The rain pours heavily down on a cool spring day in the middle of Aberdeen, making the already grey city seem even bleaker and dreary than normal. The unrelenting wind had finally died down as the day had gone on, leaving only the sound of the pelting rain and the splashing of cars driving through puddles along the busy roads, nobody paying any attention to the scene occurring at a flat in Orchard Street.
Lukas Bondevik walks through the door of a small flat; arms laden with groceries as he proceeds to amble up the stairs, all the while muttering under his breath at why his supposed best friend didn't see fit to help him with the shopping this week. He'd shared a room with Matthias Kohler, a student from Denmark and his brother Johannes Bondevik for little over six months now. The young Norwegian finally had made it up all the stairs required for him to get to his room to find the door slightly ajar. He shrugged at this; someone was always forgetting to close the door, no matter how many times he had to tell them.
As he opened the door he was suddenly hit with the harsh scent of iron, now this was odd. He called out for either of the two, but he was only met with deafening silence. He was beginning to get worried. Johannes never left his room; the teenager was the same age as him, but he was constantly on the internet running one of these 'hipster blogs', as Matthias says. He put the shopping bags down and threw his coat onto the sofa, before venturing into his brother's room. The sight that greets him stopped his world dead.
Crimson was smeared across the floor and the bed, as the two most important people in his life lay motionless in pools of their own blood. Lukas did the only thing he could do in this situation. He screamed before he phoned 999 and tried to explain the situation between his hysterical sobbing. As soon as he hung up, he collapsed to the floor, grief overwhelming him as he sobbed his heart out.