Chapter Nine (Part 2)
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Chapter Nine (Part 2)
Cath is aggressively hugging and shaking the lifeless body too much that the white fabric that supposedly covers it was gradually slipping off from the corpse revealing the face of the dead victim.
As the soft white fabric slightly slipped off the corpse, that's when I noticed it...
Her face.
Vanessa.
Vanessa Aragon.
I know this girl. She used to be my classmate and friend when I was in elementary. We used to hang out together with them. That was nine years ago, before the epidemic.
I am mildly shocked to see the person I knew, the person I used to call my friend, lying helplessly on the muddy ground of this crime scene. I never imagined witnessing her lifeless body like this.
But just how on earth, did she die like this? Vanessa, whom I known to be extremely athletic like me and healthy as hell. Besides, as far as I know, this girl is exceptionally disgusted with anything that involves gardening, mud and worms--so how the hell would her corpse end up here?
I shifted my eyes to the girl named Cath who still currently trembling uncontrollably.
She is the only possible witnessed for Vanessa's death but with her current state, I doubt she'll be able to say any decent things.
I shaked my head disappointedly before returning my stare at Vanessa's cold body.
The white fabric was thoroughly slipped off from her lifeless body. What is strange is that I cannot see any scratches or marks that can possibly caused hee death.
Is she strangled? Nope, her neck is clear. Perhaps stabbed by a sharp thing? Obviously not, there is no blood around.
I know that Mr. Legaspi was right. This is beyond my jurisdiction as the SSG president and should also be beyond my care as an individual but there is something about her death, that screams of something bizarre... there is something strange. And when something is strange, it is most likely connected with me--of what I am.
But no matter how hard I try to find any traces that may lead to clues as to how she died--I just cannot find anything at all! Specially because that Cath is like a maniac who tirelessly trembles and shakes Vanessa's body.
Maybe I am still a bit far. That's right... I need to be nearer, I need to step some more. If I close our distance a little more, I might find more clues to resolve my hunger for logical explanations.
I clandestinely stride near them. I hide behind a tall vine while trying to take a peek again.
I tried to examine Vanessa's body again for more clues but I still could not find anything that will hint the cause of her death.
It can't be poison, her color is not messed up. She still even looks alive. It seems like it has not even an hour when her heart ceased to pump--
Damn it, s**t!
Her heartbeat stops... of course it will stop because she is dead but seeing her corpse like this... looking like a person deep in slumber makes me think of the possibility that... Damn!
Is it possible that--Oh, hell it's impossible... but I only know one person who can kill someone without any traces.
The idea that suddenly popped out inside my head can explain the reason behind this odd death... but it is still something impossible!
My mind once again raised with heightened thoughts and deductions that I feel overwhelmed with all the raging thoughts thoroughly calculating all the rational probabilities.
While breathing heavily, I decided to finally leave the scene. I need to get some air.
I need to go home. I freaking need to go home and prepare to go to that place as soon as possible.
As I step my foot once, a sweet scent suddenly engulf my nose. Wait... I did not notice that smell earlier. Maybe because I was too distracted by my thoughts?
That scent... is a bit familiar. A scent of rose. I briefly turned my head back to them again. I'm not sure which one of them I smell but that is the least of my priority.
So I disregard the thought and just swiftly exit the crime scene without anyone sensing me. I just quietly walk pass the teachers outside the greenhouse. They are just too engrossed with their conversation that they did not notice me walking out from that place.
I frantically fished for my keys nang makarating ako ng parking space ng school.
When I rode the motorcycle, I did not waste any time. I immediately start the engine of my baby black so I can finally go home. I once again took the route earlier.
Our two house immediately rushed to the gate to open it. I aggressively and frantically parked the car inside our garage before going inside the house.
"Arylle, you're finally here--" Nanang welcomed me in the living area but I choose to ignore her and run upstairs without a word. I swiftly opened the door of my room and quickly stride inside.
I threw my backpack on the floor before touching the concrete wall of my room. My palms exquisitely touch my secret drawer. I opened it using my fingers then a pin lock welcomed me. I put the correct combination and it smoothly clicked and opened before my eyes.
Lying inside my secret drawer is a box, a size of a shoebox.
I picked it and put it on the tied floor. The minimal dusts glided in the air as I try to tap it away. When I lift up the covering, the thing I was looking for is revealed before my eyes...
The missing link of my past--the pictures that I have kept hidden for years.
I picked the first photo that I saw.
I can't help but to feel a pang of pain as I stare at the man on that photo.
Blade.
-C. N. Haven-
- Writer
