A/N: Well, this is my first REAL writing. I hope you enjoy, it's a murder mystery series that I plan on continuing on for about 7 or 8 more chapters, even if the reviews suck. Which reminds me, PLEASE REVIEW!
Name: Bugs Bunny
Date of Death: September 7, 1945
Weapon of Choice: Pistol
I got the call for the hit unexpectedly, just a couple hours after I had taken care of some Disney character. I didn't know who he was, and to be honest, I really didn't care. I didn't go to the movies, or read the paper very much either. I was just a hitman, and nothing more.
I got some important instructions from the guy who put the hit out. He must've had something wrong with him, he had this stutter that made me wish he was here right now so I could shoot him in the face. "I w-w-want you to make it very clean." the guy said. "I know the g-g-guy myself, very depressed. Make it l-l-look like a suicide." When I got off of the phone with him, I went down to the basement and decided what I should use on the bunny. I was looking at my collection of Revolvers, but if this guy was the scum that I thought he was, he didn't deserve it. My philosophy is that the gun should fit the victim's personality. And according to the pig, the bunny was cold, depressed, and quick to anger. That sounded like a Walther to me, specifically a Walther P38 that I had gotten in Germany just when the war was beginning. I opened one of my cabinets and pulled the gun out. Yes, this was perfect.
I drove down to the studio, where Bugs was supposedly doing some rewrites for a cartoon he was directing. I walked past the entrance without any conflict: the security guard was either drunk or incredibly stupid. He didn't even seem to notice. When I got out of sight of him, I pulled out a piece of paper I had scribbled on during the phone conversation: "SOUNDSTAGE 4 - WRITER'S OFFICE". I walked around for what seemed like 20 minutes until I hit Soundstage 4, a depressing grey and blue building that looked like it hadn't had a decent paint job in years. I went through the door, which was surprisingly unlocked. Good job, security.
The soundstage was filled with spotlight, a Panavision camera, and a colorful background that looked like it was obviously taking advantage that new color technology. On the right, near the background was a series of door's, each having gold printing on it. I went down the series of doors, which read "Director's Office", "Dressing Room - Mr. Bunny" and "Dressing Room - Mr. Duck" respectively until I hit one that read "Writer's Office".I took out my gun and I was about to burst in when a moan that made my ears shiver.
A woman? This Bugs was with a woman? Why wasn't I told about this?
I shrugged to myself, and I kicked open the door. There was the bastard, pants below his ankles, romancing some hussy duck in a polka-dot cocktail dress. I took a millisecond to take this in, then I raised my gun. Bugs didn't even have anytime to react. I pulled the trigger and the bullet hit square in the side of the temple. Perfect shot, staged just like a suicide. Bugs fell of the desk he was being supported on and fell to his hardwood floor. The duck screamed a shrill scream, one that I had to close my eyes to block out. "You killed him! Ohmigod!" she shrieked. Then, I opened my eyes. "SHUT UP!" I yelled equally as loud, and I shot her twice, both times in the chest. She toppled back into a couple plants, the back of her head colliding with a poster for a cartoon the bunny had hung up. She slid down the wall, blood trailing. I put my gun into Bugs's limp hands. I figured I could get by with a murder-suicide. I walked back to my car, the security guard sound asleep. I threw my gloves into a sewer opening on the way, and I drove away.
I could've been cliche and said "That's All Folks!" to myself on the drive, but I didn't.
That wasn't me.
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