The moment I entered the classroom, notice how my classmates are looking at me. Huh. They look scared. They are scared because they don't want to get their lives taken next.
What? Many have done that before. And nobody cared, anyway.
Have you ever wondered about those serial killings from school? A female corpse suddenly found hanging on her neck and her wrist slit open? A young girl lying on the floor drenched in her own blood with a knife dropped beside her? And another girl lying naked on the isolated part of the school garden and devoured by ravens?
The targets are like only very few people. The rest are just the victims killing themselves. I don't laugh like a maniac in front of my victims like I've won the battle already. Maniacal laugh is so amateurish. The truth is, it's not unusual when you see corpses or even murder/suicide cases around your environment.
When those girls are bullying me, tossing the book around and won't let me get it back. They expected me to get angry and mad. But my main target is that brown-haired freak. Since she started it by snatching my book and taunting me. Tossing my book around with her goody-goody friends just for fun. Ha-ha-ha! Whatever...
She thought of teasing me more. But then, I stood up and grabbed an armchair. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across the room, suddenly sending the other desks and chairs tumbling on the floor and the books scattered everywhere. I don't care how injured she got. Without hesitating, I slammed the armchair's backrest on her several times in front of our classmates, who just watched in fear and horror.
I threw the stupid armchair away, watching the freak trembling before me. I didn't meant to kill her. Teaching her a lesson, you presume.
I took the book from her hand and walked out, my classmates looking behind me and not daring to approach the injured freak I "bullied" back.
Murder Case #152
July 1X 20XX that a girl, assumed to be between fourteen to fifteen, is found bleeding to death at the school basement. No one else was around but the girl. According to the police, a knife was found lying beside the corpse. Her eyes were wide open. The suspect of this case is assumed to be a girl, but no one knows who she is since there were NO witnesses, no CCTV cameras, no security guards in the crime scene. There were no clues to be found like bloody footprints except the knife. One more clue is a syringe, proved to be pricked on the victim's wrist and the contents pushed inside her veins. It was defined to be a drug. A drug that caused the girl to kill herself by pounding the hilt of the knife on a wall, pointing the blade to the side her head. Then she continuously pounded her head at the east direction and pressing the blade rapidly on her head, splattering blood everywhere until she fell on her back.
Nobody was convicted in this murder case. The suspect is still unknown.
~*~
Ryuu and I sneaked inside the detective room and pry on the files shoved inside the cabinets. We browsed the files like catalog cards. No one else is around. We found the first file. The one with the first murder case of yesterday. The files were ALL murder cases. They reached more than one hundred and fifty five. Ryuu flipped the pages of the found case file as he read.
"Tell me," he said. "What does the syringe contain?"
I simply replied. "It's some kind of a drug that is the remedy of individuals suffering from abnormal syndromes. Like what you're reading, it prevents the victim to kill an innocent. She kills herself instead."
"You were holding it before you got there, right?"
"Hmm," I nodded. Yes. I was holding the object. That girl went insane and she has gone nuts murdering people for no reason. Ryuu and I were assigned to put remedies on those who have syndromes. The psychologists say suicide will end it, even though how unusual it sounds.
He read the file thoroughly. It wasn't the first time this has happened before. No one knows we are the culprits. Everyone has no idea it was us doing all those.
"Do you know who the girl is?" Ryuu asked, his green eyes fixed on my blue ones.
"Hai," I nodded. "I assume she's... Tsukiyoru Yoake-san. A seventh-grader."
My brother smirked and ripped a picture from the file. It was the snapshot of Yoake's corpse drenched in dried blood. I could see her grey eyes fading their color.
"Huh." he snorted. "Guess she made a very clever idea of stabbing herself on the head."
I just smiled. My eyes went on the tiny stain of blood on my skirt. I ripped that stained edge. I don't care about my skirt anyway, since it's already tattered and covered in despicable dirt.
Right after he read the file, his green gaze went on the syringe from the crime scene. It has the remaining droplets of the contents earlier. Golden fluid... Ryuu took it on his hand and stared at the sharp point of the needle intently.
"I've learned about this on a special Chemistry experiment." he said. "You remember? You were with me that night."
I nodded again. "I've said it before. It's a drug. A barbiturate, maybe."
"No," he shook his head. "It's made to kill oneself. More like a depressant."
Unfortunately, none of them defined what kind of drug I used.
We proceed to the next case file. Ah, this looks interesting.
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