A/N: This was a one-shot I wrote last night because I... was extremely anxious - to say the least - and had an idea. I originally planned to have someone commit suicide, but that would've been taking things too far. In any case, I hope you enjoy.
Layton Brothers Mystery Room belongs to Level-5. I only wrote this story.
He was horrified.
Her dead body lay in front of him. Her chest had at least four stab wounds - each from the severely bloody knife lying near his foot.
How did this happen? How could he have done such a thing?
He didn't mean to kill her.
She knew too much. She was close to figuring out who was the serial killer.
The signs were obvious. The murder weapon was always the same - a kitchen knife - and the victims' tongues had always been slashed off.
She accused him after the 7th murder.
He denied everything.
She pushed him over the edge. He cut off her tongue.
No one could know.
She screamed. He silenced her. Four times was she struck.
He regretted it. He always did.
He did too. Not at first, but soon after.
Despair hit him hard.
He fell to his knees, clutching his head.
No. No. No no no.
He couldn't have. But he did.
He ran out of the room, down the stairs, out onto the sidewalk and back to his apartment where he hid.
He hid for some time. He'd lost track after awhile.
When he heard about the funeral, he put on his old black suit and walked.
He made it to the cemetery just as they lowered the coffin. He kept his distance.
The next day, he bought a bouquet and placed it in front of her grave.
The words on the stone read:
R.I.P.
Lucy Amelia Baker
1991-2013