A simple knife used by the murderer to kill the businessman. Crazy woman, she was, a superstitious one who claimed to the wife of the victim that after she offed him, she put a spell on the blade, for whoever would touch it, would take their lover's life.

Alfendi made sure not to touch that piece of evidence.

Though he didn't particularly believe in spells, curses and magic, he wasn't one to take chances, Placid especially. He'd look at the blade from a distance, or use something else to hold it, like the forensic group was doing.

No one dared to touch that weapon, in fear of what might occur. Who truly knew what would happen besides the woman who used it herself?

Lucy, of course, didn't know that, since she didn't exactly pay close attention. "Prof, wot about t' murder weapon?"

He almost about jumped out of his skin at the mention of that thing. He gave a nervous laugh and replied quickly, "Oh, don't worry about that. Forensics have already taken care of it. We don't even have to think about it." He cleared his throat and fidgeted in his chair slightly.

She cocked an eyebrow and rummaged through the evidence box Sniffer brought in. "If they're taking care of it, then why is it in t' box?" Her hand lifted up the sharp kitchen knife and allowed her mentor to see it.

That wasn't good.

"Lucy, put that down!" He yelled, scrambling over his desk to get that weapon out of her hand.

She sprang out of her chair and gripped the knife defensively. "No!"

And the curse took no time to settle.

"Al, have you seen the cursed murder weapon, by any chance?"

Looking up from the case file, Alfendi was greeted with Florence's frail figure holding her drop and sitting in her moving chair. "The murder weapon? I thought Sniffer took the-" He froze. No. That was three days ago. She put the knife back in the box. He saw her do so.

She wasn't in the Mystery Room but rather in the break room, making Alfendi a fresh cuppa. Her special brew, just for him.

"There it is! Why do you have this, Lucy?"

Her skin crawled as she felt someone approach her from behind. They were going to take crucial evidence. Hers. "Leave that alone!" She shoved Sniffer away, turning quickly to hide the weapon in her back pocket. No one would touch it. She had to use it.

The red head stood up straight and glared. "Look. I know about the curse and all, but that knife is evidence in the case that we need." Making another attempt to get it away from her, he yelped as the sharp edge almost touched his neck.

"Pry it from my cold, dead 'ands, I dare you." She challenged, "Or if you'd like, I'll cut off your own."

Sudden realization dawned on Sniffer as the threat melted into his brain. "Th-The curse! It's real?"

"Wot curse?" She barked, her grip on the knife loosening. Something in her clicked and she calmed down, moving the sharp edge away from her friend. What was she doing? She couldn't hurt Sniffer. Why was she?

He stepped away from her range of attack. "The curse the murderer put on the blade. To kill the ones you love."

Kill? Oh no.

Of course that didn't bode well with Lucy. "Why didn't you tell me about this 'curse'?" She questioned as she returned, no drink in hand, but the knife was still in her grasp as she glared.

Alfendi sighed, both in relief and irritation. "If you paid any attention or even bothered to read the notes, you might have been able to avoid this little predicament." His retort made her flinch back.

"Aye. Sorry."

He tapped the table, indicating for her to place the weapon on the desk. "I'm guessing something happened." At her nod, he closed his eyes. "This is something to worry about then. The curse might get worse, and if it's true, then you will end up harming certain people."

"Someone I love."

"And do you have any idea who that might be?"

Lucy shifted her gaze to the floor in thought. "There's a few people I can think of." Was her rather vague answer.

Although it wasn't much help, Alfendi knew it was better than nothing. Who could it really be, though? Surely not him.

Right?

And surely this curse wouldn't completely change Lucy, right?

All wrong. He was all wrong.

It was a subtle difference here and there. Lucy stayed far from the evidence, any weapons as well, but sometimes there was a gleam in her eye when Alfendi mentioned them.

She didn't stop Potty Prof's rants of murder and sometimes she even added to them. Lucy gained quite the temper, she did. Especially around Al's calmer personality. It seemed this new Lucy didn't particularly enjoy him.

"You really do sound just like him." Placid mumbled as he listened into her mad ravings.

"And wot if I do? Your opinion doesn't matter to me." Her tone completely changed when she was like this. Rude, blunt, uncaring and unpredictable when she got mad.

"Doesn't it? Just because I don't act like him, doesn't mean I'm not him."

"You're not t' real Prof! You're just a fake!" She hissed,

"I'd say the same about you, 'Lucy'." Placid snapped with his own personal glare as Lucy growled at him. "While I was made to keep myself quiet, you're just a curse. A burden. Nothing if the real Lucy hadn't touched that murder weapon."

"You were made, meaning you no longer 'ave to. You don't 'ave a purpose anymore. I do." She stated with an evil smirk as she rested back in her seat.

He scoffed, "Oh? And what would that be?"

Her finger pointed right to him, her eyes steady and her statement clear in his head as she said it. "To kill off t' man Lucy loves. You. And there's nowt you can do to stop me."

Though she thoroughly admitted she wasn't the real Lucy, the main idea of that sentence was far more important here. Alfendi sprang out of his chair behind his desk. No. She would never. "You can't! You wouldn't dare touch me with anything! The real Lucy would never let you!"

This Lucy, originating from the curse of the knife, did not give him a 'just kidding' or laugh and state it was just a joke. "I thought about it." She twirled a bit of her hair in her fingers. "I'll eventually 'ave to, if ya want me out of Lucy's body. I guess t' only reason I 'aven't done it yet is 'cause I've fallen in love too, and don't want to leave yet."

"Fallen in love?" He repeated in confusion as she got up, "With who?"

She walked around the desk creating the distance between them. "You, or rather, t' real Alfendi Layton." Her arms wrapped around his torso and she giggled as Placid squirmed in the embrace.

Well, at least Loony Lucy had some mercy.