Warnings: Murder, a tiny bit of blood/gore, (possible)swearing.
Murder.
The first time Edward killed a man, it hadn't been an accident. It wasn't by any means pre-meditated, but Edward knew exactly what he was doing the moment he pulled the gun out of it's holder and he knew exactly what would happen when he pulled the trigger.
That being said, he still felt a bit ill when he observed the scene of the crime; the blood was splattered everywhere and the stupid man was still holding onto his mobile (Edward thought he might have tried to call the police, but it didn't really matter in the end).
Edward let the still hot gun drop from his gloved hand and then the teenager backed away until his back hit the brick-wall of the alley way. He stared at his hands; they were shaking and quickly rubbed his face with both of them as if trying to rub the scene out of his memory.
A shaky laugh huffed out of his lips as his mind raced furiously; what should he do with the body, should it go in the sea or in a dumpster, what should he do with the gun, what should he do about the blood staining his trouser legs?
When the last thought registered in his mind the shaken genius scrambled up from the dirty (and now bloody) floor and started to run towards the exit of the alley. Before he could reach the end he stopped, turned and sighed.
"Well..." He took a deep breath. "Face it Edward. You've killed him now and you should make the most of it." After taking a moment to steel himself against the stench of the blood and the...slightly less than stellar condition of the man's face (head-shots are nasty), Edward went back over to the corpse.
After retrieving his gun and tucking it away safely Edward quickly removed the phone from the hand, turned the blasted thing off and stuck it in his pocket (making the mental note to destroy it as soon as possible). He stepped back and looked around, double checking that there was nothing that linked him to the crime left. As he observed the grim scene he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty at how unspectacular the man's death was and that it just lacked a certain...flair.
To himself he muttered "The maker makes it but doesn't use it...The buyer buys it but doesn't need it...The one who needs it never knows it...What is it?"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking the idea struck him and Edward smiled, the answer to what was lacking suddenly clear.
When the police found the dead man's body, they found him shot in the head, still clutching his phone. It was only after they prised the phone from his stiff fingers that they saw the message typed out in the memo box, a little riddle, left for them to puzzle over and ultimately dismiss for weeks, until another riddle was found and another and another and then someone realised that maybe just maybe, they needed to start playing The Riddler's game.
Answer: A coffin
Bah, I'm in a weird mood right now, but I've been meaning to write this (and the next piece) for ages.
This is Eddie's first murder and the next chapter will be Jonnathan's first murder.
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