Channel 2 News – 07:10 – Monday 21st December.
Newswoman:
It's been a hectic and very vague morning so far, and the situation has just turned critical. The suspect of a murder that occurred in the early hours of this morning has been located on the top of the building behind me. It's a possibility that the young male might actually jump; we can assume that his intentions for going up there are clear. There is still no identity of the two involved in the incident this morning, other than the simple initials that they went by—
The newswoman falters in her performance, as the purr of a swift motorbike draws up incredibly close to her cameraman. The rider launches off the bike, looking rugged and desperate. It takes her seconds to realise who the dishevelled and bedraggled looking teen is.
Mr Rossl! It seems we have attracted the attention of another student of this infamous academy. Mr Ross, otherwise known as Mello. Do you know who the young man is?
"A friend of mine. Excuse me"
Are you aware of what happened this morning? Were you close? Do you have any idea what might've—
"Stop it, jeez, get- get that camera away, do you want to see him jump"
A shaky hand grabs the lens of the camera and nudges it downwards. The cameraman, not wanting to harm the expensive piece of equipment, turns the focus to the ground but doesn't stop recording. Once he leaves, the camera jolts back up and the woman quickly runs a hand through her hair.
Keep filming – are you filming? It seems that young Mello – son of one of the major media companies in the city, Rod Ross – knows the unnamed teen and murder suspect. Behind me, you can see him trying to get past the police, guarding the outside of the building – some are even inside – however I doubt – oh my, they are letting him up! It would seem that the police have allowed the teen up to try and talk his friend down, there should be some police assistance up there too—what...what's this?...
The newswoman's voice trails off, a navy blue limo stopping just at the pavement, two men rushing out.
Mr Ross! Mr Ross, could we have a few words?
"A few...i don't have time ms..."
Miss Brown will do – are you aware that your son has just gone in there?
"I am now"
Oh you do know how to keep up humour in bad situations. Are you worried for Mello's safety? Do you know who the unnamed teen is on the roof?
"No comment"
We assume that Mello has gone up there to bring his friend down. We previously thought that his friend would jump – what is your opinion on this?
"Teenagers do daft things; Mello isn't one of them. He'll do all he can to bring the guy back down safely"
Mr Ross, do you—
"No more, thanks"
Rod Ross moves forwards, reaching the prime visual spot to watch the events unfold. He see's Mello's fair hair in the morning sunlight, the frame of the awkward teen near the ledge of the roof. He sees Mello's mouth moving, sees the other teen respond, his arms flailing with emotion, his movements tinted with a slight drop of madness. For a flicker of a moment, Rod thinks he'll do it.
Mello steps forwards, reaching for the teen.
The teen takes another step; awfully close to the edge. Rod sees the hesitation in Mello's movements, the brief flicker in his eyes, the tensing of his body, the pleading gaze he gives his friend. Then, something that is said makes the suicidal teen step towards Mello, and Rod thinks it'll all be ok. He's further away from the edge to be safe, and Rod is almost relieved when the pair fall to the floor in a tight hug. He thinks it's over. The police on the ground radio up to the police in the building; it's all clear, they should move in and apprehend the teen.
It seems that a traumatic event has been avoided in these last few moments, thanks to the help of Mr Mello Ross. The attempted suicide of a murder susp— oh my god, is he – no, wait!
The unexpected motion of the teen pushing Mello aside roughly is seen by the camera, the public and Rod, the teenager standing up defiantly with a grin. The black blob in his hand isn't identified until it's too late, revealing that the teen never meant to jump; but fall. The blood curdling scream that follows is something that Rod hasn't heard since the Fire Incident that Mello was involved in a few years ago; it brings back painful memories. As soon as he's heard it, the sound of a gun being fired, echoing around the surrounding buildings like a bomb, alerts his eyes to find Mello's body, stood in shock on the roof, an arm stretched out to reach for the friend that fell from the roof of the building, a single bullet in his head.