So this is the next chapter and I hope you've been on the edge of your seat. Also I'm curious to see if anyone has an idea to who he/she thinks the killer is. If you do, then let me know. Anyway, that's all so without further ado, here's the next chapter.
Mello and Sky quickly rushed upstairs to where the screams had come from. They saw Ginny standing in front of Light's room with the door wide open. She didn't move as if frozen in fear. She knew there was no point in asking, but Sky did anyway.
"Ginny, what happened?" It was more of a whisper as she spoke to her best friend.
"What do you think happened? Why do you have to ask a stupid question?" Mello said, answering for Ginny. Ignoring Mello, Sky peered inside Light's room. She caught a glimpse of him sitting with his back to the window.
"What's all the commotion about?" All three of them jumped as B came from behind them. He walked right past Ginny and stood in front of Light's room.
"I should have figured as much. Why else would someone scream?" Just then Matt appeared as well and Sky told him what happened.
"I don't understand why you're all shocked," B said "I thought you'd be used to it by now." Without waiting for a response, he walked into the room to examine the body. The others silently followed. The room had an eerie feel to it. It wasn't just the now dead body that created this mood. It occurred to all but one that the killer had just been there. To the remaining one, they gained the wonderful feeling for having succeeded again.
"It looks like he was poisoned." Matt said as B pulled out a syringe from Light's neck. "Our killer is quite the clever one indeed." B commented.
"Yeah and it looks like he hasn't neglected one of his hobbies either." Ginny said. She was referring to the poem to which she now held a piece of in her hand.
B read the poem out loud to everyone:
"Six little soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumble bee stung one and then there were Five."
"Oh they really are clever and so creative!" B started to laugh which caused everyone to feel uncomfortable. "Don't you all get it," he said between breaths. "They were trying to copy the poem." He showed them the syringe more closely. The tip of the needle was colored black.
"This guy is really sick." Sky said. "You don't suppose that's the same one that killed Near?"
"Does it really matter?" Mello asked.
Sky was about to answer, but B cut her off; he was too eager to explain the situation. "There are no bee hives on this island, so the killer had to be a bit more creative. They decided to poison him. This syringe was supposed to mimic a bee sting. That's why it was painted black."
He sounds so eager, Sky thought. Almost as if he's bragging about his own handiwork.
"When a bee stings, the bee dies but the stinger stays behind," B continued. "Therefore, the syringe is the stinger." He smiled in satisfaction even though he knew no one needed an explanation. They all understood the how childish this murder was. Yet he felt compelled to explain it.
Everyone was leaving the room; they were to discuss where everyone was at the time. However, B stayed behind staring at the open window deep in thought. "It all makes sense to me now." He said to himself. He eventually followed the others, smiling to himself.
The now five guests sat gathered around the living room. Sky immediately said she was with Mello the whole time and would have known if he had left. Mello concurred with her statement. They were the only ones with a solid alibi.
"Well it's just the three of us then." B said smiling at Matt and Ginny. "I was outside fishing."
"Fishing?"
"Yes, Sky fishing. I don't know about you, but I don't trust eating any of the food that's still here."
"Did you catch any fish? That would prove your statement." Mello said.
"Unfortunately, no I didn't. Well what about you Ginny?"
Sky was quick to jump to the defensive side. "She couldn't have done it. Mello and I saw her go in her room before we went downstairs."
"Thanks Sky, but if I did leave neither of you would have noticed."
"Ginny don't incriminate yourself!"
"I'm not, I'm just thinking logically."
"Matt, do you have an alibi?" B asked.
"I'm in the same situation as Ginny. I was in my room but I can't prove that I never left."
"Well now that that's over, I want to point out something interesting to you all." B stated.
"Go ahead, you've got the floor." Mello said.
"Much obliged Mello." B stood up and turned to face his audience. They all sat waiting for him to begin.
"I'm sure you've all noticed the open window in Light's room. He obviously opened it himself since it only opens from the inside. It seems to me that Light was only killed because he gave the killer the opportunity." He let the information sink in before continuing. "Light wasn't the only one to do this. Misa had a drink that could be poisoned. Mr. Wammy stayed outside and waited for the killer. L did the same thing. Finally Light had opened the window."
"What about Near? You skipped him." Matt said.
"Near never gave the killer an opportunity. Therefore I conclude that Near's death was the only impulsive death. He obviously angered the killer (intentionally or unintentionally) and the killer was angry with him and decided to get rid of him then."
"Well then how did the killer get to Light?" B could tell Mello knew the answer to his question. B smiled. Mello was serious when he gave B the floor.
"He obviously scaled the building to Light's room. He also must have been outside to see the window opened." B knew all too well that his last statement made him a suspect. This was proved when Sky pointed it out.
"I already told you," B said annoyed. "If I were to kill anyone it would be L. Does no one believe that?"
"I do." Ginny said.
The room was filled with silence. Everyone's mouth was agape except B. He smiled again and then started to laugh. "Of all the people, I wouldn't expect it to be you. Still it's good to know someone believes the convicted murderer."
No one spoke. Sky gave Ginny a quizzical look. Mello and Matt exchanged confused looks. B continued to laugh hysterically. It was the only thing keeping the room of being completely silent.