Hey everyone! I'm back with another chapter of LOM. The boys will do a bit more investigating for the mystery, and this is where we're getting our next unfortunate victim of murder. And this one is gonna be a bit more quick and simple. Let's see how it plays out.
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Chapter 9: Headshot
A discussion about what to do about the recent murders was being held at the Capital of Philadelphia. Parents were sending over complaints and concerns over the safety of their children. The mayor was scheduled to host a meeting with representatives of the state board.
Meanwhile, the boys weren't worried about that. Right now, they were preparing to bid Tommy farewell. His aunt from his mother's side had come to take him with her to Pittsburgh. She was a nice lady, almost identical to Mrs. Camden.
The young boy was standing outside with his friends as his aunt was loading his things into her car.
"I'm gonna miss you guys." Tommy said sadly to the gang, "Will you come to my parents' funeral?"
Albert smiled softly, "I'll try to make it. But Pittsburgh is a bit of a distance from here."
"Well, if you can't, that's okay. I'm just glad I got to meet you all..."
"We're glad to meet you too. And who knows, maybe you'll get to visit, or we can visit you."
Tommy smiled, "I'd like that."
"Okay, Tommy. I think we're all set." His aunt called, "Are you ready?"
"I guess so..."
The preteen walked over to give his aunt a hug. She hugged him back, "It's gonna be okay..." She whispered soothingly, before looking up at the gang with a smile, "Thank you boys for helping out my nephew. Coping with the loss of my sister and brother in law hasn't been easy."
"We're glad to be there for him," Albert told her.
"I'm so grateful."
Tommy waved at his friends, "Bye guys! I won't forget ya, and Albert, I'll call you when I get home."
The fat boy nodded. With that, Tommy and his aunt got into the car and drove off.
"I hope he'll feel better soon..." Harold said as everyone walked down the street.
"He'll be fine. He's in good hands." Albert assured him, "But for now, let's head to the clubhouse so we can do a bit more investigating..."
Later at the clubhouse...
Violet was now added to the board of murder victims, with a line connecting her and Harold.
"So, do we know for sure that whoever's killing people is someone out to get us?" Rudy asked.
"Ain't it obvious at this point?" Bill retorted, "I mean. All of these dead people are people we knew, right? So someone must be getting revenge on us for something."
Russell frowned, "But why? We haven't done anything."
"What if we did, but we don't remember?" Donald wondered, "We must've done something REALLY bad."
"Even if we did, that doesn't give the killer any reason to go after our friends." Bucky spoke up, "Why don't they just come after us?"
"Do you WANNA be killed?" Rudy asked.
"No. I'm just saying..."
By now, all the boys were arguing over this matter, until Albert eventually shut them up, "Cool it! Discussion and everything is great, but let's focus on one thing at a time."
The boys continued to speculate from here on out. But after two hours of speculating, they still haven't come to any conclusions on who the killer may be.
Every thought, suggestion, or idea led to a dead end.
"This is hopeless!" Rudy exclaimed as he fell back on the floor, "We're never gonna find out who it is..."
For once, everyone agreed with the rich boy. At this rate, there was no telling who the murderer is.
"I guess we can end our investigation for now." Albert concluded, "We'll have to come back when we have more clues."
Meanwhile...
"While those fools are trying to figure out who done it, we're about to commit another fatality on another beloved teacher of theirs... but this has to be quick. Police are patrolling the area. We can't plan a slow and painful death this time."
The killers were once again on the move. The sun was now setting... the perfect time to kill...
Making their way through the various alleyways of the city, the criminals came across a house. The leader got a good look at it, before looking over at an abandoned building across the road.
"Perfect. Make sure you have the note ready. I'll be right back..."
With that, he made his way across the street into the building, to the top floor. After waving at his comrades, he looked into the house and saw who he was looking for...
"Good evening, Ms. Breyfogle..."
The teacher was currently upstairs in her bedroom, reading a book. She was distracted. This was going to be short and quick.
The leader reached into his coat to pull out a black revolver. He aimed it straight at Ms. Breyfogle... and when he had the perfect target...
BANG!
The window of the bedroom shattered, and Ms. Breyfogle was knocked off her bed by the bullet piercing into her skull. It was instant death.
The leader smirked, "Bye-bye, bitch..."
He then quickly got out of the building, and back to the house as the note was ready, "Tape it to the door..." he ordered, "And let's bounce. I can already hear the cops."
His followers did as told, and soon, the criminals were out of there just as the police arrived. Someone heard the gunshot and called them.
The first thing anyone noticed was the note on the door.
'You didn't have them as students for so long, but you deserved better than them still...'
The next day...
Donald was getting dressed for the day, but he honestly wasn't ready for it. Today was Elaine's homegoing, and after an endless mental arguing with himself, he decided to go.
He wanted to see her one last time.
After putting on a dark green suit, he met his parents in the kitchen, who were watching the news. He was going to ignore it until...
"Yet another murder has been committed. Forty-four-year-old school teacher Gloria Breyfogle has been found shot to death within her own home..."
"M-Ms. Breyfogle...?" Donald asked in complete shock.
"Wasn't she your teacher at your old school?" His father asked.
"Y-Yeah..."
His mother sighed, "So unfortunate..."
Donald nodded, "Yeah... uh, I-I gotta go! I'll see ya later..."
With that, he made his way out the door and down the street. The plan was to meet with his friends at the junkyard before they all went to the service at one o'clock.
Fifteen minutes later, and everyone was sitting in the clubhouse.
"Guys! Did you hear? About Ms. Breyfogle?" Donald asked.
Judging by everyone's expression, he didn't even need to ask at all. It was very clear that they all heard the news the same way he did.
"We know..." Albert said solemnly.
"First Miss Johnson. Now Ms. Breyfogle..." Harold shook his head.
"She was always a nice teacher..." Bill added.
Rudy was more annoyed this time, "So now the killers are going after our teachers? Are they gonna kill Miss Wucher next? Miss Berry?"
"Don't jinx it, please..." Bucky pleaded, "I can't handle the thought of another teacher dying..."
"Me neither..." Russell added.
All the boys sighed before looking up at the board of victims across the room. It looks like now they had to add one of their former teachers to the list.
This was getting more and more serious than they realized. Now they knew for sure that someone was after them for one reason or another.
The only questions were still... who... why... and how were they going to put an end to it?
"W-W-Well..." Donald spoke again, breaking the sudden silence, "E-Elaine's funeral is in two hours... I'm still not ready..."
"Don't worry, man. We'll be there for ya..." Rudy assured his best friend, "We got your back..."
"T-Thanks..."
So, Tommy is moving in with his aunt, and Ms. Breyfogle, the boy's teacher from their old school is now dead, and the situation gets worse. How will the boys handle it? It ain't gonna be easy, that's for sure.
Next chapter we'll say farewell to Elaine, but also say hello to some drama between the teens about all of these murders. Harsh words and heavy topics will be thrown, and it won't be pretty.
I hope you liked this chapter. I'll see you guys later. And as always, don't forget to review, please. Thank you.
