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Case 2: Of Dreams and Desires
It's cold.
I'm not talking about the weather.
The gleaming reflection of the knife is now gone, because it is dripping with the thick red liquid that is lost so easily.
It didn't have to be this way. But she was the one… the one who brought this fate upon herself.
She told me of her dreams, her desires. They are now gone; they've disappeared into the wind.
I have one hope left in my lonely heart, consumed by darkness. The light was once there, and still is. Just barely. It's no longer visible, in my eyes. To me, it's just another opportunity for the hatred to take over.
It won't be long before I decide the fate of another.
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Coming to the conclusion that it was better to be safe than sorry, the police headed over to the Clyne's home to inform her about their suspicions. Unwelcome as the thought seemed, they had to do it for the sake of everyone. They didn't need another war. There had been enough already. Too much blood had been spilt. But that statement does not seem to apply to the unknown murderer. In any case, he doesn't mind at all.
"We wish to speak to Miss Clyne, if possible."
"What is your business here?"
"We would like to discuss an important matter concerning her life."
"Very well. As you wish."
After being ushered inside, the three police were seated in the living room. The room was rather bright, with much greenery visible through the glass windows. Lacus Clyne herself then appeared from upstairs, wearing a white and lilac dress. A serious but kind smile on her face, she sat across from the three police, ready to discuss the important matter they had prepared.
"Good morning. What brings you here?"
"Good morning to you too, Miss Clyne. You may have heard about the death of Meer Campbell last night."
"Yes, I have. It's very unfortunate. And to be killed in such a horrid way too…"
"It's revolting to know a person could do such a thing. However, there are other important issues that we must consider. This murderer has been rumoured to be an assassin. We cannot prove that to be true, but we have come to the conclusion that you may be the next target."
"… I was afraid this might happen. Although I assure you, I will be fine. There is no need to worry about me. But if you wish to protect me, then by all means, do so."
"If you do not want to be under our surveillance, then we understand. But what I am amazed about is how you can be so calm when your life is possibly in danger."
"… I don't know. I just get this feeling that he isn't after me. Call it an instinct if you must. Somehow, I am sure that it was no mistake that he killed Meer Campbell. Assassins don't usually make mistakes like this. They're very careful in their plotting."
"Very well. If you need any assistance at all, Miss Clyne, please don't hesitate to contact us. We will gladly help you if the situation becomes dire."
"Thank you for your concern."
"Of course."
As the door closed, Lacus sighed, deep and depressed. She may appear to be cheerful and energetic most of the time, but she was in fact very tired and miserable. True, she had a controlled influence on many people due to her peaceful nature, but she didn't desire that power. What did she desire? One couldn't be sure after considering what she really feels. There's this emptiness that resides in her heart. But lately, it seems as if she's warmed up, created a new desire, found another reason to continue living.
Or another reason to die.
Why would she want to die, one may ask. She has everything she could possibly want. But that is not the truth that lies behind her eyes. Looking from her perspective, you could say she has everything she doesn't want. Perhaps she wishes to die so that her power could be taken away from her. A path of escape from the tiring world she lives in. The only one who knows the correct answer… may not even be Lacus Clyne herself.
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I don't know why I didn't notice it before.
How could I have been so blind not to notice that she was constantly dripping with malice? But she is not soaked that substance anymore. I have covered it with a stream from inside her, a brilliant crimson shade of blood. I still remember the screams and protests flying from her mouth as I came towards her, knife in hand.
Of course I remember. It only happened last night.
Her voice was shrill, louder than I have ever heard. No one came to her rescue or heard her pleading cries, even though her eyes brimming with tears. But the tears did not seem sincere.
Her death was a painful one. There is no need to question that.
But I have no regrets.
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"Did you hear about the incident last night?"
"Yeah, I did. How scary was it! I was so freaked out this morning!"
"You heard too? The rumours say that it's probably the same assassin that killed the others."
"An assassin! I'm gonna have nightmares!"
"Great. Now that some big idiot is on the loose, my mum will never let me skate with my friends after school now…"
"There are more important things to worry about other than that. I heard that it was Meer Campbell who was killed."
"Meer Campbell? You mean the Meer that looks like Lacus Clyne?"
"Oh, I know her! She's such a wannabe idol, copying Lacus Clyne like that."
"I reckon! She looks ugly."
"I don't, but I still don't like her."
"Don't you guys know anything? She was used to lure people into a false sense of security once during the war when the real Lacus Clyne wasn't available."
"Really? I never knew…"
"How could that happen? I thought the alliances were stricter on terms such as that."
"Some one said that Lacus Clyne could be the next victim…"
After that comment, the students gradually stopped talking. There was a very long silence. Lacus Clyne dying from assassination? Of course, everyone had known this was a possibility for a long time, as she was an important reminder of peace, but they never thought it would happen now, of all times.
There was something particularly strange about the murders. There were never any leads, because if there were any at all, it was always consumed by the blood of the victim. Nobody would ever recall hearing anything out of the ordinary, like a bloodcurdling scream in the dead of night. The death of all those before and including Meer Campbell were all executed too perfectly. Not a trace to be found; it was flawless.
Perhaps the assassin was a trained sniper. This would explain the lack of clues surrounding the mysterious cases. But this didn't compute as there was never a bullet found, nor anything belonging to a gun, as snipers generally attacked from a fair distance away with guns of some sort. Even if it was true, the murderer would have to retrieve the bullet somehow, and that would be hard to do, seeing as a single mistake could reveal his identity in a matter of time. This person was one of another race.
Some may not even consider him human.
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Time has passed and I dream of the day when we'll meet again.
I no longer need to kill… for the moment.
But the time that follows from here on, could determine more than one would think.
Life and death is amidst these choices.
So which will she choose?
Life or death?
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