SA 8- Not so candy coated depression
"Minty. Minty. Minty." The murder sang to herself as she sharpened two candy cane swords. "You're murder will be fun. I'll sing more once you're done."
She checked the sword. "That's sharp enough." She sat down to wait for tonight when the next murder was to occur. "The next one will really be fun because I want to see how she's going to fight back."
She took out a scrapbook from under her bed. She used it to collect all the information from the murders including pictures of each victim, stuff she used to frame Swizz, and the list of future victims. "Sweet memories." She said with a smile. "I don't know if I can wait until tonight although I don't have much of a choice." She looked outside the window. "Well I could but it would be game suicide and I'm not ready for that yet."
She gazed over to Swizz's house. "I wonder how he's doing. I know the insantity is starting by now."
Swizz was spiralling down. The faces blurred together and the puzzle of murders was making his head riddled with pain. "It can't be her." He said pointing to Sticky. "Maybe it is." He sat down as the room continued to spin.
"It's not time yet. Maybe I've always been crazy and I'm normal in October." He looked up at the board again and groaned. He was in the exact place that he had been before. He was feeling dizzy.
The murderer sat and smiled. "He probably can't figure out who it is." She turned away from the window to put the scrapbook away. "I wouldn't be able to figure it out either if it had been me. He did figure out my letter though so he might find out eventually. I wonder when." She smiled.
Swizz tried to stand up but he fell to the ground. He grit his teeth. The pain in his head was getting worse but he had to solve this. He used the wall to steady him as he got to his feet. "Adorabeezle said that she wanted to be with me. Torvald was trying to protect me earlier. Plus she really does like flirting with me."
He looked up at the pictures. "If only I had gotten there!" He was yelling now. He felt the sadness inside and it was choking him. He slammed his fists against the wall causing all the pictures to swing. "Why did I stop for Taffyta!" He yelled to himself.
He looked out at the board and he saw something. The knife that had become a security blanket was on the table nearby. "I could end it all now." He whispered. "Sugar Rush wouldn't have to deal with any more murders. I won't go crazy. I'll finally be able to see Adorabeezle again." The name choked him up for a moment before he said the biggest reason. "She wouldn't be able to be with me. I would win."
He stood up and moved over to the knife. He had never hurt himself on purpose. He slowly reached for the knife. It felt comfortable in his hands now. It felt no longer foreign.
He ripped off a piece of his jacket and chewed it. It made him gag and he almost threw it up. "I feel like a cannibal." He said when he swallowed. He took a deep breath and picked up the knife again.
"It's sad that I have to leave." She picked up the swords. "I wanted to see what he was going to do. Oh well. At least I'm going somewhere good." She took the swords and locked her door.
The arcade had just closed and the racers were going home. Minty had just arrived home when she heard someone call her name. "What do you want?" She asked turning around.
"I just want to play a little game of sword fighting."
"Fine. Let's play." Minty took the sword and got ready to fight.
The murderer smiled and got ready too. "Oh by the way, this fight is too the death." The murder said and thrust her sword at her opponent.
Swizz took another deep breath and placed the knife against his wrist. He closed his eyes. "Why am I doing this?" He asked himself. "To stop the murders." He said and prepared himself to move the knife across his wrist.
He stood there for a long time. He finally opened his eyes to see the knife still on his wrist. He could just see the picture of Adorabeezle on the board. He sighed and put the knife down. "I can't do it. Adorabeezle asked me to find out who did this too her and I can't do that if I dead."
He picked up the knife again. "I better make a guess at who's behind the crimes." He covered his eyes and threw the knife at the racers' pictures.
He looked and saw who the knife had pointed too. "That person actually makes sense." Swizz smiled and ran out of the house. "I know who! I know who!" He cried as he ran to find his suspect.
