Hello everyone. It's been a while since my last update, I know. I meant to write a chapter for Christmas or New Years but I haven't quite gotten around to that yet. And the most likely thing to happen is that I will post those...really late. Better late than never!
Other than that, this is an idea I've had floating around for a while. So read and tell me what you think please. I may continue in small parts and, if it grows, it may become a story by itself.
"Y/N, have you seen these news reports? It would seem that there has been a series of strange murders spanning all across America."
L had just finished solving a case -involving poison, seemingly random victims and the distribution of said poison through unsuspecting restaurants- when he came across reports he hadn't seen before.
The longer he had skimmed the reports, newspaper articles and other news feed, the more interested he became.
Finally he had called out to Y/N when she entered the room carrying a plate of cake.
After handing him the plate, Y/N kneeled beside him on the floor and she looked over his shoulder to read a police report he had on the screen.
While Y/N studied the report, L plucked a cherry off the cake and he plopped it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
"What do you think?" L asked.
Y/N grabbed the laptop and she proceeded to scroll through the other reports L had been looking at.
"There are six victims so far -that we know of. No outward signs of the victims being connected; they don't look the same and differ in race, age and class..."
Y/N frowned as she continued with the summary of what she had just read.
"No visible preference is evident. They were all discovered within the span of three months. The killer works quickly... They're killed using different means. Slit throat. Shot or stabbed in multiple parts of the body and left to bleed out. Differing forms of torture...
All of them prolong death and it's painful. The killer isn't afraid of leaving a mess, even so, no fingerprints or DNA were found. Any other time I might say the murders weren't connected if not for-"
"The signature."
L took back the computer and he pulled up pictures taken at the crime scenes. Scenes from rooms or places that appeared to be in warehouses or abandoned buildings. They were gruesome and violent and if there was a single white surface, it was covered and hidden by red.
And all of them had one thing in common.
"This killer wants it to be known the same person is committing these murders."
Y/N looked at the photographs with L.
"Shall we, L?"
The detective put the fork into his mouth and, speaking around a mouthful of cake, he responded.
"Yes. This one looks very interesting."
The killer had already finished with the newest victim. A knife slid cleanly into the heart.
The victim had died screaming and with fear in his eyes.
The killer grinned when the victim moved no more and their heart beat no longer.
The victim, a single man living alone, had never seen it coming. Had never heard the killer in the house as he had come home from work. Had never seen the blow to the back of the head coming.
He never considered the possibility of being the victim of a murder. But then again, no one ever did.
And now he was dead.
There was no need for anything else except to leave a small message.
And then, using the blood of the victim -which the killer acknowledged was almost a cliche- the killer drew the same thing that had been left behind in the other crime scenes.
Two crudely drawn arrows, one under the other and pointing in different directions.
Stepping back to check the work, the killer pulled out a piece of paper and, looking once more over the words, the killer dropped it on the lap of the victim.
The killer escaped into the night, giddy with the kill and the anticipation of what was to come.
And back in the victims home, on the man's lap, the paper only had one sentence.
Let the chase begin Y/N.
I know it's pretty short but tell me what you think. And I'll have that Christmas or New Years update out soon.
Thanks for reading! And thank you to my new readers! Your support is always appreciated
