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Roxas tapped his foot nervously.
There was just something about this case that made him unnaturally edgy. He was used to it, this wasn't supposed to be different.
But to see him dead, it painted a familiar picture.
The dead guy had a name. According to the records his name was Axel. But he didn't care.
Roxas never bothered to learn any of the victim's names, but this one echoed over and over in his head like he was screaming it.
axelaxelaxelaxelaxelohpleaseunderstandaxel
Roxas abruptly stopped tapping his foot to wonder where the hell that came from. He peered over Axel's body, taking note of the painfully neat slit across his throat. Taking note of the wild red hair that matched the blood that was staining the floor.
roxasroxasdon'tleavemeroxasi'lldoanythingdon'tforgetme
A voice that wasn't his own somehow reached Roxas' ears. Now his pulse was quickening and if he could cry right here, if he could cry anywhere, he would be. Roxas quietly excused himself and meandered down the hall until he reached the bathroom.
Still not alone. He looked into the mirror and gripped the edges of the counter tightly. There had to be a logical explanation.
Roxas decided to leave the scene without furthur notice. They wouldn't need him for this.
As soon as he got back to his apartment he collapsed on the couch. Trying not to think, he closed his eyes. But as soon as he did so a million words with the same voice as before flooded into his thoughts, certain words jumping out seemingly at random.
iknowwedonthaveheartsbutdon'tyoueverforgetyou'llalwayshaveyourmemoriesgotitmemorized?
Roxas opened his eyes and looked around. "Yeah." he said, to nobody.
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AN thing:
I think Roxas is a crime scene investigator. At least, that's what he's trying to be. I fail at life and I don't watch CSI. XX
Guess what? I made silver and gold pennies in chemistry today! Yay me!
Review you nice nice people. :D