Chapter Two:
Veneno v. To poison; to inflict damage, kill, or make immobile by use of poisonous substance. Latin.

Harris stepped onto the muddy field, pulling on gloves. He nodded to the doctor, who simply shook his head.
"This is crazy."
"So is murder. Let's start."

They dug.
Unearthing their first grave, two o'clock in the morning, snow caked to the ground.
Dried blood ominously awaited them at the bottom. They winced at Ann's memory but pulled up the grave.

"One."
"Two."

"Three."

The stench was the first thing to hit them. The doctor stared down at the body, face impassive. Harris however turned and retched, his back shaking. He came back, still looking on in repulsion.
"Let's get started."

"Nothing." It was a few minutes later. Thorough checking, done by the doctor, and two dry heaves later from Harris and they had discovered nothing.
"Then-"
"There are other ways to kill a man, Harris. Secret ways. The neck's not broken, spinal chord intact..."
"It was-"
"Alcohol poisoning. He liked to drink, did he not?"
"I don't smell..."
"Neither do I."
"So then..."
"Poison." The doctor concluded. "The most obvious list of suspects?"
"Well..." Harris blushed, trying to avoid the most obvious.
"Me." Doctor implied. "This is a suspect case; we must be open. I did not do it. But I am still suspect." Harris nodded shakily, eyes met.
"You. Basil." The doctor nodded and Harris went on. "Jeff-"
"Jeff?"
"He's... he's a store owner. He may know something..."
"I don't think Jeff would do this. But... alright he's a suspect as well I suppose."
"... Ann."
"What? You think Ann could've-?"
"She cooked his food, didn't she? Why did she commit suicide so quickly afterward?" But the doctor was shaking his head.
"Ann's dead. May and Basil died after she did." Harris remained silent for a few moments.
"This case may be harder to solve then I thought."
"... We must perform an autopsy."

Karen lay across Rick, naked in their passion.
"Let's open some wine, what do you say?"
"I love your way of thinking..." Karen left the room, a smirk on her face. Rick laid on his back, smiling happily. "Damn I love her." He whispered to himself.

The next morning, Sasha entered the room. The instant she did, she screamed.

Rick lay on top of Karen, in the very heat of passion, both necks slit.

"How did this happen? HOW?" Popuri demanded, sobbing. "Why! WHY!" Her knees fell from beneath her and she collapsed on the ground next to Rick's grave. Lillia cried quietly into her scarf, eyes closed, body racked with gut-wrenching sobs.
"My son... my son! He was so much like-" She choked on her tears, a guttural sound. Popuri stood, wrapping her mother in a warm embrace.
"I miss them both."
Gotz lived a quiet life. For the most part. But after May's death he was never quite the same. The only place he had ever gone to in town was the supermarket, but he'd always see the little boy and girl making their way towards the church. He'd always wanted to join them, to be like Carter was with them. But no longer.

He stood. A chair finely crafted. He'd made it himself.

He kicked.

He fell.

He swung.

"Why is this happening!" Gray asked his grandfather, hands shaking. "This is crazy! They're crazy! How can this happen?"
"Someone's doing it." Saibara grumbled, his voice harsh. "Obviously. It must be put to a stop before this gets too out of hand."
"Then- how?"
"Well... they'll die until it'll be obvious who the killer is."
"But- what if we go first?"
"Have we been first so far?" Saibara chuckled. "The murderer is obviously going for the younger generations. I thought that'd be obvious to you, boy!"
"But Barley-"
"Barley was a fool! Running around in the dead of a winter night in nothing but his pajamas! Ha! He deserved it." Gray simply stared at his grandfather silently, too shocked to say anything.
"Good night." He whispered, going to his room.
"Good night, indeed! With a murder on the loose? I think not." He replied angrily, though Gray was already shut tightly in room for the night.
"It's poison alright."
"What kind?"
"What do you mean, 'what kind'! Where would any of us get poison?"
"I... I don't know?"
"The area." The doctor inhaled. "I just don't know why no one had performed the autopsy before. Why hadn't someone brought him to me?"
"They found him..." Harris said, eyes glassy.
"What?"
"Lying in the snow in the square. He had passed out. There was... there was a picture next to him."
"A picture?" Harris nodded. "Who has it now?"
"I don't know."
"...Then maybe... maybe who ever has that picture will lead us to his murderer."