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By @BL-Copperman

Past (2)

Lukey’s Perspective.

**Gore Warning**

If you are uncomfortable with death, gory descriptions, etc, please turn away now and find something lighter to read. Thank you! If you are okay with the above mentioned, continue.

“What the frog was that?!” Annie demands as soon as the lighting is fully restored.

As others complain and argue with her, Sabrina and I silently head over to the kitchen, where the sound of metal objects colliding was heard moments earlier.

“Oh holy-” Sabrina exclaims, covering her mouth with her now shaking hand. “Oh my god.”

I let out a sharp gasp as my eyes follow hers. An invisible hand clenches my stomach, twisting it into knots. I think I might be sick.

Because sitting in front of us, on the small, sheet iron stove, is Liza’s dismembered body, cut apart limb by limb.

The sound of heavy footsteps follows behind me and I manage to weakly say, “Don’t come over here, you don’t want to see this.”

However it’s too late, as Jojo, Elaina, and Jackson have already made their way over. They stand in equal shock, sickness, and silence as we five hover over the dead body.

“Guys…” I say, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice. “S-someone did this. Someone, in this house, is a cold-blooded murderer.”

Elaina rushes towards the bathroom, clutching her stomach, her face turning grayish, as it appears she is about to be sick. Jojo’s gone ghost white and has moved away from the others, and into the corner. Jackson is standing behind me, rigid with surprise and shock.

Soon the others join us and we stand in the eerily quiet kitchen together, bowing our heads low in remembrance of the girl who had died. I allow the others to remain this way for as long as possible before speaking up again.

“As much as I hate to say this, we have to figure out who the murderer is.” I announce, my voice catching a bit on the word ‘murderer’. Everyone looks at me with some form of wariness. “I understand you have no reason to trust me, for all you know, I could be the murderer. But,” I add to the skeptical stares. “I’m a certified investigator.” This causes a few people’s muscles to ease.

“I suggest a democracy. We think about it until noon, discuss it if you’d like, and then cast votes. I’ll announce my vote before you guys, if it gives you any comfort. Whoever has the most votes will be removed from the household, hopefully found by the police. All in favor?”

Sabrina raises a somewhat twitchy hand, followed by Jackson, Charlie, and Annie. The others reluctantly raise their own hands after a moment of hesitation.

I let out a sigh of relief and lean on the counter, lightheaded from shock. “Everyone, go about your business. We’ll figure this out soon.”

Everyone slowly filters out of the room and sit stiffly, further apart, on the same living room couches from the cheerful night before. What had gone wrong?

I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose and crumble to the floor. Visions flash back to me from those many sleepless nights years ago and a pounding headache follows. I feel someone wrap their arms around me and lead me away from the crime scene.

For all I know, they could be a cold blooded murderer.

A/N: Who do you think is most likely to have committed the crime at the moment? I’m not good at writing “discovering the body” scenes, so I hope this was half-decent. Thanks for reading!

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