(Welp, another one bit the dust. Now we must investigate who is responsible for Chase's death. Let's see how David stacks up to his partner in terms of investigating.
Also if you're playing along at home, see if you can guess who the killer is before my characters can! You can submit your answer to me in either your review of this chapter, a PM on Fanfiction, or even sending me a Google Doc detailing your theory on the killer. Anything goes!
Also also, I forgot to mention - my friends Beninja2618 and Weapon X Foxfurry, who inspired me to write this story, have their own killing game fics. Check 'em out, they put a lot of work into their stories!
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Chapter 2: Killer in the Mirror (Deadly Life)
(David)
I immediately jolted out of my seat when I heard the announcement. Another body? I raced down to the gymnasium, wanting to see if Desmond was okay. My hands were shaking as I ran...no, my entire body was trembling with fear. I could only pray this was a sick prank that Monokuma was pulling to make us think that someone else had died to crush our hope.
But when I got there along with the others, I soon found out this was no prank. Chase was really dead, lying there on the ground lifeless. Like the rest of the group, I was shocked to see Chase was the victim this time.
"Chase is dead!?" Jonathan exclaimed.
"No fucking way…" Olivia breathed.
"Why did this have to happen…" Maxwell sighed, looking at the ground.
Robert was doing a headcount of the rest of us when he noticed something off. "Hey guys...where's Maddie?" He was right. Maddie wasn't anywhere to be found among us...but then we saw someone wander out towards us, sporting a few bruises - it was Maddie.
"Maddie!? What happened to you!?" Ronnie asked in alarm. As Street went to check on Maddie's injuries, I instantly rushed over to Desmond to see if he was okay and find out from Brooke what happened.
"Desmond, are you okay?" I asked with concern masked in my voice. Dammit...I couldn't help but worry about him.
"Yeah, I'll live…" Desmond answered. "I got shoved out of the way of...something." He took off his hat, fixing it. "I think if I didn't have my hat on, I might've been in a much worse condition."
"No kidding…" I turned to Brooke. "You found him unconscious out here?"
Brooke nodded quickly. "Mhm...I was super scared that Desey wouldn't wake up! And...Chasey, he's...he's…"
"I know, Brooke," I told her in a low voice. "I know." Monokuma then appeared in front of us.
"Upupupupu! Well now, it's that time again!" He gleefully stated.
"Wait...we have to go through that again?" Thomas asked.
"Ha, like you wouldn't know it when you see it, Union Jack!" Monokuma taunted. "We got another corpse, which means we hold another Class Trial!"
Brooke looked down at her feet, feeling blue. Our ElectroIDs buzzed, seeing a new Monokuma File was added to the collection - Monokuma File #2. I quickly opened that up to see what we were dealing with this time.
"The victim was Chase Adams, the Ultimate Marine. Time of death is estimated to be 9:05 A.M., and the body was discovered outside the weight room in the gymnasium. The cause of death was blunt force trauma that severed the victim's upper spinal cord and brain stem, causing death instantaneously. There were no other injuries on the victim's body." The Monokuma File read.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Monokuma File #2
A severed spinal cord and brain stem...yeesh. That's a painful way to go out. I looked at the time on my ElectroID, since that was a function. It was 9:20 A.M. now...
Suddenly, I had my train of thought interrupted by a voice.
"You...you did this!" Maddie was pointing accusingly at Desmond.
"What? No, no you've gotta be kidding…" Desmond held up his hands defensively, panicked from this sudden accusation.
"You were the last person seen with Chase alive, right? You killed him...and then you attacked me!" Maddie continued. "I saw you attack Chase! Then you tried attacking me when you found out I witnessed the murder."
"What are you talking about, it wasn't me!" Desmond exclaimed.
"It does make you suspicious, Desmond…" Ronnie added with a glare. "But why would you kill someone like Chase?"
"Desey did not, you're just a dummy!" Brooke shouted. Everyone else was either indifferent to this shouting match or involved for Desmond or against him.
Before this could escalate further, another voice brought order to the situation.
"Enough!" Maxwell exclaimed. "Shouting at each other isn't going to resolve anything. Chase wouldn't want us to do this."
"He wouldn't?" Maddie asked. "How would you know?"
"I've known him for long enough to determine that," Maxwell answered. "And I know what Chase would really want to do is find his killer."
"Right. As much as I know you all don't want to do this, we have to investigate once again," I agreed.
"He's got a point," Melissa said. "Our necks are on the line here. Again." She looked deep in thought about something. I'd have to ask her about that later.
"I'll take Maddie to get her injuries treated. If you'll excuse us…" Street escorted Maddie to the nurse's office, leaving everyone to break off and start looking for clues. I turned to Desmond.
"David...you gotta believe me, right?" Desmond asked with pleading eyes. "If they convict me, we're all gonna die!"
I firmly gripped Desmond's shoulder before he could continue making a scene. "Calm down, Desmond. You already know I believe in you. Just tell me what happened."
"Okay...Chase and I were coming down to the weight room to work out before our match with you, yeah? I just thought I'd agree because I wanted to spend time with him," Desmond explained. "I go to open up the door, and the next thing I know, Chase shouts 'Get out of the way!' really loudly, and shoves me aside. I hit my head on the floor, and I was out like a light. I don't know how long I was out for, but when I woke up, Brooke was trying to shake me awake, and then she pointed over at...Chase's body…"
"I see…" I folded my arms. "I'm sorry to say Desmond, but until I have evidence that proves you innocent, I have to consider you a suspect. I can't let you be my partner investigating. Nothing against you. It's merely protocol."
Desmond sighed. "I know…"
"What's protocol, Davey?" Brooke looked at me with curious eyes. I could tell from her facial expression she wasn't going to let this slip go. I looked around to make sure no one was listening to us before responding.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you." I requested.
Brooke nodded, holding out her right pinky finger. "Pinky swear," She said. Once we 'pinky swore' on this, I filled her in on the truth regarding my occupation. Brooke was innocent enough to where I could tell she wouldn't be lying to me about keeping a secret. If she did, it would be painfully obvious.
"My title is actually the Ultimate Medical Examiner. I work with the IMPD," I whispered. "The police."
"Oh…" Brooke whispered back. "What's a medical examiner?"
"I look at dead people," I bluntly informed. "My job is to determine how individuals died."
"...Oh…" Brooke frowned at that explanation. "Okay…" She closed her eyes for a brief moment. "Can I help you then, Davey? I wanna prove Desey's not the killer!"
I gave her a brief nod. "Certainly, Brooke. I want to prove Desmond's innocence too. I must warn you however, that we have to be impartial. Basically, we can't be hellbent on that belief when investigating. Whatever outcome we come to, that's the truth we have to accept." I paused, remembering something. "Oh yes, Desmond. You can still be with us, but Brooke, I need you to watch him like a hawk."
"Huh? But why?" Brooke asked confused.
"We have to keep an eye on suspects to ensure they don't mess with evidence," I explained.
"Okay," Brooke agreed.
"At least it's Brooke keeping an eye on me...she's someone we can trust," Desmond sighed with relief.
"Right." I held my ElectroID in my left hand. "Let's get to work."
Investigation Start!
First order of business is to examine the victim's body. I need to confirm if the Monokuma File is correct, or if there's anything that Monokuma missed intentionally. We walked over to see Michael reading from his Bible, reading Chase his last rites. I waited for Michael to finish before I spoke to him.
"Anyone else willing to examine Chase's body?" I asked.
"No...it's not that we shouldn't, it's just that I don't know if I'd be good at it," Michael answered.
"I did it last time. Let me do it," I offered.
"By all means, David. Best of luck to you." Before Michael left, Desmond did have one remark for Michael.
"Michael...do you really think I killed Chase?" Desmond asked.
"...I honestly don't know if you did or not," Michael answered. "Whatever decision you all come up with, I will go along with it and read the killer's last rites just like I did Chelsea."
"Thanks, I guess," Desmond said before Michael went off to go help the others. Brooke turned to me as I kneeled down to Chase's body.
"Okay, so what do we do?" She asked me.
"You just let me examine the body," I instructed. "I want you to go into the weight room and try to find anything that was used as a weapon. Can you do that for me?"
"Mhm! I'll do it!" With that, Brooke went inside the weight room to start searching, leaving me to examine Chase's body with Desmond standing by.
The Monokuma File stated that the cause of death was due to blunt force trauma that severed not just the spinal cord, but the brain stem as well. I felt along the back of his neck to confirm this, beginning to visualize the moment when the wound was created. This was the power my father claimed I had, the ability to recreate wounds in my mind to understand how they were created, and what created them. It's helped out in numerous criminal cases.
There was a definite break along the first four cervical vertebrae, which is where the bruise was - on the right side of his neck reaching around to the backside, there was a dark red mark that looked like a round shaped object had made contact with the victim. But for this injury to have been created, I can safely confirm this wasn't made by a human swinging the murder weapon at Chase. This force had to be artificially created.
Further proving my theory was the lack of any sort of defensive wounds on Chase's body. If his killer really did attack him directly, Chase would have no doubt fought back, and have some sort of defensive wounds to prove it.
Truth Bullet Obtained: David's Autopsy Report
There was also something in his pants pocket - it looked like a scrap of paper. Quickly fishing it out, I pocketed the scrap of paper in my duster. I made a mental reminder to examine it later.
"Davey! I found something!" Brooke called from within the weight room. Having finished my examination of the body, I went inside to see what Brooke had found.
"What is it, Brooke?" I inquired.
"There's this dumbbell that looks weird...I tried to move it, but it's too heavy for me," Brooke informed, pointing to the dumbbell in question. I was careful not to move it, so I lifted the dumbbells to the left and right of it out of the way to better examine the one in question.
The dumbbell itself was unremarkable, since the fatal wound didn't draw blood from Chase. However, the shape of the dumbbell matched the wound on Chase's neck perfectly - the round shape was consistent with the bruise, so I was confident we had our murder weapon.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Weight Room Dumbbell
There was something else on the dumbbell that Brooke was quick to point out to me. On the handle was an unusual red substance that looked like it was scratched on there - not intentionally, but accidentally.
"Is this what you were talking about, Brooke?" I asked her, pointing out the red substance.
"Yeah, that was what got my eye," Brooke answered. "I think someone might've scratched themselves lifting it."
"That is a possibility, yes," I agreed. I didn't have any luminol or a UV light to test if it was blood or not, but it was something I had to keep in the back of my mind.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Red Substance
"Hey...what's that stuff?" Brooke pointed to something. Behind one of the equipment racks was an assortment of parts that didn't look like they belonged in a weight room.
"Whatever this was originally, it sure is out of place in a weight room," I commented, examining the parts; wooden boards and metal piping. While they had holes in them to evidence screws being used, there were no screws to be found.
"Hmm...what could it be, Davey?" Brooke wondered.
"That's what I want to know," I answered. "Hmm...I think I've seen these materials in the shop class. Likely where the killer got these." If these were from the shop class, then it confirms my theory that the killer used a contraption to generate the force needed to kill. But where did they set up the contraption?
Truth Bullet Obtained: Shop Class Materials
As we continued to search the weight room, we would see Olivia in the room with us, looking up at the ceiling in front of the entrance.
"Something bothering you, Olivia?" I asked her.
"Well, aside from the obvious deceased member of our military on the ground there, yes. Something is bothering me," Olivia answered. "I think there's something up there that might be related to the case."
Brooke and I looked up to where Olivia was. It was only after a few seconds of looking that we saw what she was referring to. Small holes in the ceiling that looked about as big as screws...how interesting.
"So is it relevant or not, man?" Olivia asked.
"Yes, Olivia. In fact, it's very relevant," I responded. "Relevant to how the killer was able to kill Chase."
"Huh. Didn't really expect that...but I guess it's the only way to take the big man out," Olivia said. "Hope we find the bi-" She stopped herself seeing Brooke with me. "Excuse my language...but I do hope we find the person responsible."
Truth Bullet Obtained: Ceiling Holes
The mood was broken when we heard Desmond's voice.
"What the...what the hell is this!?" He exclaimed.
"Desey?" Brooke immediately rushed out of the weight room to where Desmond was. "What's wrong?" I rushed out there with her, and Desmond was looking at the tops of his hands.
"Why are my hands all bruised?" Desmond asked in astonishment.
"Do they feel sore?" I then asked. He paused, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists.
"No...that's why it's strange. Normally you'd be in pain over bruising like this," Desmond informed.
"Hmm...I still want to look at the back of your head, Desmond. See if there's anything there for me to examine." I turned to Brooke. "Brooke, can you wait outside the boy's locker room for me?"
"Okay!" Brooke obliged with a smile. So Desmond and I went inside the boy's locker room, where we stood before of a mirror behind of a pair of sinks. Desmond removed his hat and faced the mirror, allowing me to look at the back of his head.
"Alright Desmond, just hold still for me…" I kindly requested, allowing my emotions to show to set his mind at ease. After a little while of feeling the back of his head, Desmond started visibly wincing.
"Ow ow ow ow ow...yup, I hit my head alright," He said.
"Guess that proves your story of being pushed," I concluded. "As for the marks on your hands…" I examined Desmond's hands next. "It's strange how you seem to have bruises on your hands, but yet you don't feel pain in your hands."
"Yeah, my head is hurting more than my hands for sure," Desmond replied. The marks on Desmond's hands would indicate that he's been in a fight just like Maddie claimed, however the initial lack of a reaction to pain raises a red flag for me. I'd have to ask Brooke about this for more information when I get the chance, since I don't have any forensic equipment on hand to test these conclusively. She was the one who found Desmond unconscious, after all.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Desmond's Bruises
Remembering the note, I had a perfect time to read it, but there was a problem - Desmond was in the room. I needed to read this note in private. So desperate times called for desperate measures.
Crossing my legs, I said to Desmond, "Hey, could you uh...give me some privacy? I really need to use the bathroom...and the closest one are in here…"
"Huh? Oh sure, I'll wait outside with Brooke," Desmond agreed. Grabbing his hat and placing it back on his head, Desmond left the locker room, giving me the privacy I needed once I knew he was gone for sure.
I fished out the scrap of paper from my duster pocket, and opened it up, seeing that it was folded once. It was a note. The note read, "'Hey Chase, I want to hang out with you tomorrow. Think we can make it happen? -Desmond'"
"Hmm…" I put a hand to my chin, thinking about this. While they were on the same team, I don't really see what these two would have to do together. This was another red flag to me. Did Desmond even write this? I would need to get a handwriting sample from him to be certain.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Note
I pocketed the note and left the locker room, meeting up with Desmond and Brooke outside.
"You good?" Desmond asked.
"Yeah, I'm good now. There's one place in particular I want to investigate," I answered. "The shop class. The materials the killer used to make the murder weapon came from there. I wanted to see if our killer left any souvenirs for us to find."
"Let's go!" Brooke cheered. On our way to the shop class, we passed by the nurse's office - Street was standing outside, seemingly waiting for us.
"Ah, David. Just the person I wanted to talk to," Street greeted, waving to Brooke. "Helping out David, aren't we Brooke?"
"Mhm! I'm being super helpful, Streety!" Brooke beamed, running over to hug her.
"What did you want to speak with me about?" I asked.
"It's about Maddie. She's been acting...unusual," Street explained. "I go to get an ice pack for her bruises, but she didn't want me putting it on her. So I gave her the ice pack to apply on her own bruises, then told me she wanted to be left alone. After I gave her a pair of painkiller pills and a glass of water, here I am."
"That does seem weird…" I thought aloud.
"Maybe she just wants to be alone because of the loss of Chase," Desmond suggested.
"I don't know what's up with her, but I want to say something about you, Desmond," Street continued. "You, taking on Chase in a straight fight? Yeah, good luck with that, you'd be picking your teeth up off the floor in ten seconds straight. You're not the kind of person to go around instigating fights based on what I know of you."
"Uh...does that mean you don't believe I'm the killer?" Desmond asked.
"The possibility still exists...but I have my doubts," Street answered. "I just don't see you being able to hurt a fly. I believe in you...but if you killed him..."
"We'll be going now. Thank you. Come along, Brooke!" I said. This testimony sounded important - I don't know why, but it's merely my police instincts talking here.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Street's Testimony
We headed on down to the shop class next, mainly to confirm a few things. Inside were Melissa, Thomas, and Michael.
"Seems like we weren't the only ones to notice the materials from here in the weight room, Brooke," I noted.
"Oi, David!" Thomas called. "What're you doin' here?"
"I found supplies that came from the shop class," I explained. "We were merely looking around."
"Gotcha. Well, I haven't found much anything that would help much, except something weird I saw last night," Thomas said. "It happened a little after the nighttime announcement. I was just leaving the gymnasium when I saw someone carrying a portable power drill inside."
A drill, you say? "Did you see who it was?" I asked.
"Nah, I didn't get a good look at the bloke. All I saw was their hand carrying the drill," Thomas explained. "I just thought 'Maybe they're trying to find a way out and need a drill?', so I went back to my room and thought nothing of it afterwards."
"I see...thanks anyway," I told Thomas. "We're gonna look around now, if you don't mind." So someone went into the gym with a handheld power drill last night...where did the drill go, anyway? We might be able to find more evidence if we got our hands on the drill. Trace evidence, fingerprints if we're lucky, and maybe more.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Thomas' Testimony
"You know, I was just telling these boys that might be our killer," Melissa chimed in. "It is true the last person seen at the crime scene is the most suspicious individual."
"Yeah yeah, it basically means the police focus on them first," Michael commented. "We got the memo." Oh buddy, you have no idea who you're talking to.
"I'm tellin ya, this bloke isn't a fucking amatuer," Thomas responded. "I think the killer would know that."
"Which is why we can't underestimate them," I commented, looking around the shop class. I found where the screws were kept - in a cubby on one of the workstations, I noticed that they were separated by types - square, Phillips, a combination of the first two, and slotted screws. I couldn't prove exactly that this is where the screws that were used in the murder, since the killer could've easily hidden them somewhere. Either on their person or in a compartment like a locker or a desk drawer.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Screws
After looking around for a bit longer, I confirmed my suspicions that the supplies used in the murder came from this room. There wasn't much else I could do, but I noticed that Melissa had her notebook on her. If I wanted to get a handwriting sample from Desmond, now would be the perfect time.
"Hey Melissa...could I borrow a piece of paper?" I asked.
"Oh? Why sure," Melissa agreed, gently tearing a sheet of paper out for me.
"What do you need paper for, David?" Desmond asked me.
"Well, I wanted to ask you something, Desmond...I'm a fan of your singing. Can I have your autograph?" I suddenly requested.
"Uh...sure thing! Do you want me to write you something on it?" Desmond agreed.
"Whatever you want," I answered.
"Sorry for being a bit weirded out here, it's just that, y'know, you're the last guy I expected to give an autograph to." Desmond borrowed Melissa's pencil, and wrote down a little message for me along with his fully legible signature, handing it over to me when it was done. "Here you go, buddy!"
"Thanks Desmond," I thanked, pocketing the autograph after reading it. I recalled what the handwriting of the signature was on the note and the signature on the autograph. They were clearly different, however...if Desmond really is the killer, he could've faked the signature on the note to Chase to throw us off. As much as I didn't want to consider the possibility, I had to.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Handwriting Sample
"Melissa, mind if I talk to you?" Desmond asked. "I...really could use some advice on what to do. With you being a consultant on this kind of stuff."
"Of course, Desmond," Melissa agreed. "Excuse us, gentlemen." Melissa and Desmond took their leave of us, with me turning to Brooke.
"If you two find anything else, feel free to say something," I said to Thomas and Michael.
"Will do," Michael agreed. "Best of luck to you, David."
"Later, chap," Thomas waved us off as we went out into the hallway.
"So Brooke, I wanted to ask you about the bruises on Desmond's hands," I told Brooke.
"About his hands? Hmm...well, when he woke up, I remember he rubbed the back of his head," Brooke explained. "He didn't really seem to notice the stuff on his hands."
"'The stuff'...you're talking about the bruises, right?" I asked for clarification.
"Well yeah, but...something just doesn't sit right," Brooke continued. "I don't think Desey hurt his hands at all. If he did, Desey would've said something about it."
"Mmm...that makes sense," I agreed. So if Desmond's hands weren't bothering him, then what is up with the marks on his hands?
Truth Bullet Obtained: Brooke's Testimony
"We don't have much time left, Brooke...is there anything else we might've missed? Did we check every lead we could think of?" I asked her.
"Hmm...well, I didn't find any sort of drill Thomas was talking about when we were in the shop class. Maybe the killer hid that as well?" Brooke suggested.
"That would make sense." But I still couldn't shake this thought...what if Desmond really was the killer? And he was just lying to me this whole time?...No, I can't doubt him. He's my partner. I know my police instinct tells me to consider every possibility, but the evidence mounts up to being a really strange case. Then I thought of something, my eyes lighting up. "Come with me, Brooke. There's one more thing we need to check."
"Where to?" Brooke asked.
"The administration office. I need to double check something," I said, heading that way. Brooke followed after me, and once we entered I sat down at the computer to pull up our report cards.
"So what do you need to double check?" Brooke wondered, looking over my shoulder.
"If the killer did make a contraption to kill Chase, then they would need the know-how to make the trap in the first place," I explained. "Ergo, I recall seeing that Desmond took shop class. My question now is, 'Who else took shop class?' That can help us narrow down our suspect list."
"Ah...I see! That's pretty smart, Davey!" Brooke smiled.
As expected of a police chief's son, I told myself. I had to be clever to survive this. Anyway, I checked the report cards of those who were still alive. Among us who took shop class, along with Desmond, were Thomas, Maddie, Jonathan, and Olivia. This information does help narrow down the suspect list, I hope.
Truth Bullet Obtained: Student Report Cards
Once I had logged out, a familiar bell rang four times to signal the end of the investigation.
"Attention students! The investigation period is over! Please report to the kitchen for the Class Trial to begin!" Monokuma's voice rang out.
"Welp...I hope we got everything we needed," Brooke said.
"Yeah...admittedly we're missing a few pieces of the puzzle, but I think I have enough evidence to piece together the truth. I just need to run this all by Desmond…" I replied.
"Huh? Didn't you say Desey was a suspect?" Brooke then asked.
"Suspect or not, Desmond is still my partner. He deserves to know all of the information," I explained. "Now let's go."
"Right!" With a nod, we left the Administration Office to meet up with everyone in the kitchen by the walk in freezer. Everyone once again was present and accounted for.
"A-ha, there you are David!" Ronnie said. "So? Did you find conclusive evidence Desmond's the killer?"
"Shut up!" Desmond exclaimed. "I already told you, I didn't kill him!"
"And I already told you arguing about this isn't going to help," Maxwell interjected. "So quit it."
"I just wanna find out who the killer is already," Olivia huffed, folding her arms. "This killer deserves everything coming their way."
"Oh, yeah...but we already know who they are," Maddie commented. Desmond turned away.
"Don't listen to her, Desey. I still believe in you," Brooke said.
"Thanks for that, Brooke," Desmond smiled. I motioned for Desmond to come over to me.
"While we wait for Monokuma, I'll fill you in on what we found," I whispered, giving him the results of my investigation.
"I see...well, here's hoping we can pin the real killer with this," Desmond said to me.
"That's what I'm hoping for too," I concurred. Still, I couldn't stop considering him a suspect...innocent until proven guilty, that's the rule. I have to stick with it. And I can't let emotions cloud my judgement. A life has been taken today, and someone has to pay the price.
But what kind of motive would anyone have for killing a marine? Don't they know that could wind them up with life or worse? I had more questions than answers when Monokuma showed up.
"Well well well, we're all present and accounted for!" Monokuma chuckled. "So, are you bastards ready to get this party started?"
"I am," Street said neutrally.
"Count me in!" Olivia agreed.
"Never seen you this excited, but sure," Robert added.
"Ready to prove Desey's innocence!" Brooke cheered.
"I'm ready to find the truth of this awful incident," Michael said.
"Let's find the bloke responsible," Thomas continued.
"Ready when you are, Monokuma," Maddie chained the agreements along.
"This killer is going to regret messing with me, Ronnie Patrick!" Ronnie boldly proclaimed.
"...I'm ready," Desmond nodded.
"As am I," I proceeded.
"Let's do this everyone, for Chase!" Jonathan exclaimed.
"I have my arguments ready to go," Melissa mused.
"Don't want to do this...but we've got no other choice. Ready." Maxwell nodded.
"Wow, you people get all excited to put down someone in your army. Surprised Union Jack would care this much but...whatever." Monokuma opened up the elevator for us. "Get in, everyone!"
We all filed in the elevator as it closed behind us once the last person was on. The elevator was noticeably less cramped this time with two less occupants, but the burden of losing them weighed heavily upon us. While we all masked ourselves behind bravado of capturing the killer, I could tell that there was an air of unease within that elevator as it reached its destination.
The courtroom had undergone changes design wise for this trial. For one, the floor looked like a mixture of fine dirt and fauna, with the walls giving off the impression of a Vietnamese jungle. Boxes labelled with military equipment as its contents, bullet casings strewn about the floor, and flood lamps providing light within the courtroom were all seen.
Two new pictures were among the ring of podiums - Chelsea's had a red horseshoe over her picture with the number 2 in the middle of it, and Chase's had a similar colored bald eagle with an olive branch and arrows in its talons, the number 3 on its chest. What was worth noting was that Chase's podium had an American flag draped over it.
"I might not respect you bastards, but I at least have respect for those who are willing to fight and die for a country. Only bigger cause to fight for is despair!" Monokuma said, explaining the flag draped over Chase's podium. "Now get to your podiums, because this Class Trial is about to start!"
Chase Adams...did he die because he was the target, or did he die because he was protecting Desmond? I can't say for sure what his motives were, but I know that he vehemently was against despair, so I can safely rule that out as a possibility. If only he was here to help us when time came to fight the Mastermind...he'll be a hero to me, in my books. But now…
A life has been taken, and someone must pay the price. Someone in this very room murdered our friend, and has his blood on their hands. Someone in this room is fighting for their chance to escape, while the rest of us are fighting for our lives. Let this be an example for any future killers. When you kill...I will find you. I'm ready to start this deadly game, this deadly challenge, this deadly...Class Trial.
(Alright, now that we've got the investigation done, feel free to play at home to guess who the killer is and send me your guesses either via PM on this site, a review, or even a Doc.
Also as an aside question, who do you like more to do the investigations? Desmond Clue, or David Stonebreaker, and why? Let me know in the reviews! Next time, Class Trial!)