Wow… Okay, haven't updated in ages. So, this chapter will be a bit dark, and maybe even disturbing… Yay me! I kinda stole the jigsaw idea from one of those mystery app things… so, I can't take credit for that. Any resemblance to the killer is purely coincidental… unless you are my friend Courtney who didn't complain when I based a murderer off of her. (Maybe she did a little, but I turned 12 on the 21st of May, so I am untouchable for a bit longer.)
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"A new mission?" Asked M'gaan. The previous Gamma squad looked at each other. Most of them still hadn't recovered from the last mission they had been sent on. Batman's image flickered on the screen and nodded. "There have been 5 murders. You will be split up into pairs, so if something happens to one of you, the other can report it." Elita grinned. She needed a pick-up right now. "What if something happens to both of us, Batsy?" She was aware that she sounded like the Joker right now, but all the better. Batman sighed. "I don't have time for your shit right now, Elita." She stepped back, shocked. "You need to collect info about these murders, and see if you can work out who did it. Now, Elita, if you could close your mouth, I can zeta you to somewhere near the building where it took place."
Jaime looked around the room they were in. He couldn't see a body anywhere. Maybe Batman had gotten the rooms mixed up. They were in a derelict hotel, where all the murders had taken place, one on each floor. He looked in the kitchen. Nope, no body, no blood, nothing. Not the bathroom either. He was just about to suggest looking in the other rooms when he heard a blood curdling scream.
He sprinted into the living room, and saw Elita staring at the ceiling, hands covering her mouth in horror. There was blood dripping onto her forehead. He looked up, and saw a young girl taped to the ceiling. Blood was running from her gouged out eyes, and a shard of glass jutted from her chest. A heart was smeared in blood round the knife. Taped to her hand, there was a jigsaw puzzle piece. Suddenly, there was a ripping noise, and the girl fell onto the floor, slumped. Elita had turned away, burying her face in her hands. "How old is she?" The whispered question rang out among the silence and scent of blood. Jaime looked at the body for longer than he wanted to. "She's about the same age as…" Elita turned round, tears running down her face. Jaime was shocked to see, strong, independent Elita crying. "Godammit, Jaime." She hissed. "Don't compare. Please, don't finish that sentence!" It was Jaime's turn to look away. "About the same age as…" He felt tears threatening to spill over from his own eyes. "The same age as you were…" Elita screamed and covered her ears with her hands. Tears were streaming from Jaime's eyes now and he pulled her into a hug. She buried her face in his shoulder. "When your mother died."
They clasped hands in the blood streaked room, a pool of blood increasing from the body in the middle of the room. Their lips met, and it seemed as though they were blissfully unaware of their less than romantic surroundings. Golden eyes looked on from the shadows. A ghostly pale hand twirled long light brown hair round a long finger. Pink lips curved upwards in a sinister smile. "Soon…"
Sorry it was shorter than usual, my science teacher expects me to be able to work out the gravitational field weight of Saturn and then times it by my relative mass by tomorrow, and the school we were meant to be having a rounders match against decided that because they were stuck in traffic, this other school was closer, so they would just play them instead. I will try to update more regularly from now on, guys. Bye!