Chapter 34

== Be—

Nope. I'm cutting you off again. ==Be a Police Officer

The police station was bustling with activity, but one officer sat alone at his desk. He was looking over the files for a recent string of murders. The attacker left no physical clues, other than the bullet inside the bodies' head. There were tire tracks, but those could be anyone's. Of course he had an expert look at them, just in case. The tires were a common model, however. Most cars had them.

Also, nothing connected the victims, other than the fact that they went to the same school. They were all around the same age, but it varied slightly. One was 15, another 16 and the last one had been 14. He wondered what would be next-17? 18? He didn't know, and that was what was frustrating. There was no pattern.

"How's it going on your case, Larry?" Another officer came up to him.

"Very bad, I can't find anything. None of their activities match, none of their ages are exactly the same, genders vary, and although they went to the same school, they weren't all friends. I assume they all knew each other, or knew of each other anyways, but even that isn't certain."

"Maybe you should talk to their parents again. Talk to them about the things they did at home. Maybe that'd connect them."

"But they really wouldn't be doing that together. I don't think it'd work."

"Doesn't hurt to try." The other officer shrugged. "See you, Larry." He said as he walked away.

Larry stared at the files in his hand. He was right. He had nothing to go on. That might be the only thing that connected them. He decided to take a break and then do it first thing tomorrow. He got a sticky note and wrote Ask parents what the kids did at home. He stuck it on his desk, stood and stretched. He decided to go get a snack. He made a mental note in his head, that if this worked out, he would have to thank that officer. Wait… he hadn't recognized that guy. Who was he? He thought back to his first impression. He had thought he might've been Hispanic, and he had short light brown hair. He was thin, and slightly taller than him. Although, he was a bit shorter than most people. He remembered thinking that he had really big lips. He had no clue who he was.

He was distracted from his thoughts when they brought a kid in, covered in blood. His face was a mess, streaks ran through strange white clown makeup, and his hair was also a mess, although he suspected that was on purpose. He had obviously been through something.

==Be that guy

What guy?

==That guy, the one he was describing.

Oh that one. Ok. Can you be more descriptive?

== The one that you said was Hispanic looking

Really? You want to be him? Ok…You might regret this though.

That guy laughed at himself. Normally he didn't interfere with things he set into motion, but he wanted to see the outcome of this war. It was interesting, to say the least. He already knew that all the kids were going to die. All of them, except for one. Although that one would probably still end up inside the game like the rest of them. He also knew the way they could get out. No, he wasn't going to say it. Not even in his thoughts. Not even the omniscient could know something like this, and they probably would know it as soon as he thought it.

He grinned. This was going to be fun. He doubted anyone knew what the whole point of this huge stalemate was. And yet, he did. Because that was who he was. He was even more omniscient than the omniscient, all because of his identity. No, he wasn't going to tell you that either. Although he's sure you've guessed by now. And despite most of those guesses being true, he won't confirm it until much, much later. So you're stuck wondering who he is. At least, for now.

==Oh come on! Tell me who he is!

I can't tell you if he doesn't want you to know, sorry.

==Fine. Then can I be someone else?

Sure, who?

==How about…Gamzee!

Before that…does everyone know where we are on the timeline? I think we should go over that before being anyone else. Ok. Nepeta was killed on Saturday, Sollux was killed on Sunday, and Tavros was killed on Monday. This chapter is also on Monday. And there you have it.

Gamzee strolled down the sidewalk, not really thinking about anything. He stared at the clouds. He saw shapes in them, and they disappeared and reappeared as something moved them.

"Amazin' miracles." He whispered under his breath. And that's what it was. Karkat had tried to tell him once that it was the wind moving them, but Gamzee didn't believe him. He didn't want his miracles taken away. He wanted them to stay miracles.

In the corner of his eye he glimpsed metal. A wheelchair had fallen on its side and its occupant was lying sprawled on the ground. Crimson blood soaked the sidewalk, slowly spreading as he watched.

"Tavbro?" He said quietly. He knew automatically that it was the boy he had met earlier that same day. This one was too motherf***ing cute not to be. He had that adorable little Mohawk, and those huge brown eyes.

"H-hey Gamzee." The guy stuttered out. He coughed up blood and he looked like he was in agony. He was staring straight into Gamzee's eyes. It felt like was trying to convey something, but he didn't say anything else, just gasped and stilled. He was dead.

Gamzee started crying. He barely knew the guy, but he felt like it was his fault. If only he hadn't talked to Karkat after class for so long. He would've been able to walk home with him, and he could've protected him from the bullet. He took him up in his arms, getting blood all over himself. He didn't care.

He hastily pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. Next thing he knew the ambulance was there and the police were helping him up. They took away his miracle and took him to the police station.

"Your name is Gamzee right?" An officer sat before him. "I'm the officer working on the recent murder case. My name is Larry, but you can call me Mr. Brown or Sir."

Gamzee nodded, staring at the blood on his arms. He wondered why he wasn't allowed to go get cleaned up. It was sticky.

"I have a few questions for you, Gamzee. What were you doing near that boy?"

"Well, we had met this mornin' 'cause he was havin' some trouble with his wheelchair. I helped him get to school, and that was it. At the end of the day I was talkin' to my friends, and then I left, 'cause I walk home. Sometimes my friends do too, but sometimes they ride the bus."

"Can you get back to the point, Mr. Makara?"

"Yeah, sure. Well I was walkin' along, enjoyin' the clouds and all, when I noticed him. Tavbro was lying on the ground, all bloodied and s***. He didn't say nothin', sides 'Hey Gamzee.'"

"You do realize that so far you are one of the few suspects in this case? And you're the only one with a record."

"I wouldn't kill Tavbro. He's too cute. He's like a miracle to the world. Would be a crime to kill 'im."

"Do you want me to read your record to you?"

"Nah, bro. I already know what I've done."

"Well I'm going to anyways. '3 counts of Possession of Illegal Drugs, 5 counts of Driving while Intoxicated, and 1 count of Attempted Homicide.'"

"Wow man, I am one f*** up guy. Now can I go cry in peace?" He sounded confident, but he knew that any moment he would break down. And he knew his record was bad, why did the police officer have to rub it in his face? It just made him feel worse about himself.

"Before you leave, we'll have to test you for drugs in your system." Larry folded his arms. He looked smug, smiling slightly. Like he had caught him. As if being high would make him the murderer. If anything, if he was sober, then it would've been a closed and shut case. But if he was sober, there would probably be more dead people than just three.

Gamzee nodded nonchalantly. As soon as the officer left, he started full out sobbing. He felt like someone was watching him, but he didn't care. He was going to cry for his friend, and he didn't care who saw.

A/R: It's completely obvious who "that guy" is, isn't it? I'm not all that great at that kind of thing. Edit 2: So much death. Bluh, this is depressing.