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a/n: This is a new genre for me. I'd like to see what you have to say about this fic.
Case 1: Bloodstained
It's been years since I've been here. The house is exactly the same. Nothing has changed; everything is still in the same place without fail, with one exception.
Only the carpet has changed.
I guess the bloodstain didn't come out like they hoped it to…
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"File a report for the death that occurred last night. Include any details and leads you have on the case."
"Yes sir!"
Another murder had occurred last night.
This wasn't the first one in many years. In fact, there had been an increase in murder during the past year. Word has it that there is an assassin on the loose. No clues have been found yet, except the way in which the victims are being killed get worse every time. Each time the police got there, the only details they could get for the case was the state the victim was in at the murder scene, and when they were last seen.
"Sir, we've confirmed the identity of the victim. We have a report of all the details we could get on her at the moment."
"Good. Continue searching for more. Try to conceal as many facts from the news reporters as possible. We don't need the public to worry any more than necessary."
"Understood, sir."
Sighing at the horrible situation the town was in, he sat up straight and started reading the report.
Meer Campbell had been the victim.
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Why does everyone keep lying to me?
Is it because they think I'm too weak to handle the truth?
If so, then they are completely wrong. I'd like to see their faces if they knew what type of a person I really am.
But still, I wonder. Is it really to much to ask for people to recognise my existence?
Everyone treats my like some sort of monster, and I can't really blame them. Some pretend to be my friends, but I know they aren't. They are just trying to use me for their own motives, as if I am some tool that can be borrowed and used by anyone.
Don't they realise I'm human too?
I've been raised this way as long as I can remember. I was born being able to kill without regret. I don't care about my own life, or anyone else's anymore. Sometimes, I get this urge to commit suicide.
But things are different now.
I have some one who cares for me.
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"Why on earth would he kill Meer Campbell?"
"I don't know, but that could be implying that he may target Lacus Clyne next."
"Why Lacus Clyne?"
"Remember the incident a little while back, when Meer Campbell was posing as Lacus Clyne? It may have been a mistake. I mean, she looks a lot like her, after all."
"That's a good point, but I certainly hope that isn't true. If something happens to her, many problems could arise."
"Yes, unfortunately."
The murder of Meer Campbell was being discussed by the local authorities. One of them had come up with the idea that Lacus Clyne was to be the next victim, and with what information they had at the moment, it seemed very likely. It raised a high amount of concern, as Miss Clyne still had quite an influence on some people after the war. If something were to happen to her, the country could possibly be in chaos, affecting other areas of the universe at the same time as well. It was unusual for information concerning important people to remain a secret. Some one would ask questions sooner or later.
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My clothes. They're stained with blood.
It's not because I hurt myself.
It's because I killed her… with my own hands.
She was a fraud, an impostor. She lied to me. Just like she once did, years ago. She killed my family.
I can never forgive her, or anyone else who betrays me again.
I hope she can be the one who stays with me.
… But… if not… then I have no choice but to kill her too…
Now… all I have to do is wait for our destiny to arrive…
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