This is my FIRST fan fiction and I'm still not very good at creative writing so please be gentle with your reviews. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Bones!!!!!!! (i wish though)
I planned the perfect murder.
I killed a girl that a barely knew.
Used a pencil to stab her heart.
Burned her body until there was no flesh.
Grounded her bones into tiny pieces and spread them across an open field.
Twenty detectives, ten FBI agents, and one police officer tried to find out who killed the mystery girl but none were able to solve the case. They couldn't even identify who the girl was.
After five years I felt safe. I believed that no one was going to catch me.
That is until they got the case.
A cocky FBI agent and virtuoso Forensic Anthropologist took the case that no one was able to solve. Within two weeks they had a name for the girl, time of death and what cut her bones up.
I started to get a little nervous when they came around asking questions. They even questioned me. But I was still safe. They had no murder weapon and didn't even suspect me since I barely knew the girl. I was safe.
Another week passed and now they had a murder weapon and cause of death.
Another week they had me as a suspect.
I made one mistake. I spread her bones in a farm field that once belonged to my family hundreds of years ago. They found the mistake.
It took them a month to solve that girls murder and catch me. The other agents that tried to solve the case were amazed that I committed the murder.
I'll go to jail but I know I still committed the perfect murder
I was just caught by the perfect crime fighting team.
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