Day Two
Roxanne's corpse was transferred out of her room and into the centre, laying on a white marble table— for all to see, especially those at home— the audience. Psylaiso and Gloxer were dominating over the carcass, inspecting the body— desperately clawing to find any other markings. The Slime Girl bit her lip, twisting Roxanne's corpse on her back, sore red rashes— lashed across her backbone, similarly on her lips. Roxanne's stab wound was deep— severe, deliberate with it cut through her liver. Other than that, the cowgirl's corpse had no markings, bruises or scratches on the body, it was a quiet death— a whisper in the night that went unheard. However,
Progress was made.
Psylaiso touched Gloxer's shoulder, "There aren't any signs of resistance, do you know what this means?"— her tone somber as she grit her teeth.
Gloxer did the same, "Other than the knife wound, there's no other blood traces anywhere— if we had a medic, we could perform an autopsy."
"But we don't, so we have to check for other implications, you have any idea what the soreness or rashes can be?" The Slime crossed her arms, tilting her head to Gloxer who put his hand on his chin— thinking.
A slight grin emerged on his face— his toothy shark like smile erupted, "Rashes? Perhaps it was a poison, however— she can adapt to anything… even the knife wound is a mystery— how'd it break through her skin?" Gloxer's eyes began to water as Psylaiso hugged him, maternally.
"You did well, take a break champ." She patted his head as Gloxer began to quietly sob— tears falling into her body— gelatin.
Mog, Jeremiah and Felix were all in Roxanne's house— split up between the small corners of the bathroom, bedroom and living room— each respectively in those areas.
"Hey come over here!" Felix hollered from the living room, causing the other two to wander in. The Iron-Man was kneeling beside a couch, the cushions taken off and the underbelly revealing a dent.
"What did you find?" Mog asked— his skin tone, paler than usual.
"How much did Roxanne weigh?" Felix looked over to Mog— smiling through his mask.
"Weird question— but she weighed 57kg."
"57KG can't make a huge dent like this in a couch— look at it." Felix beckoned the two over.
He was correct, the underbelly was cracked— pieces of wood broken, splinters, as a slight creaking noise could be heard.
"Now this goes with my theory Jeremiah— but it makes me focus on Rosamire specifically." Felix's eyes narrowed.
"Because she is the strongest?""And also… because she's a kind soul— I know for sure she was forced into doing this… murder." Felix grimaced.
"The punishment for failing to find out the true culprit is murder among all but the culprit remember— would Thidos ruin excellent potential like that?" Mog held a notepad and pen, "Many people here have more potential than the Saints of before, so would Thidos really kill us all?""Who knows." Jeremiah chewed on his lollipop— "I found something in her bedroom."
The three walked into her room, the door still on the floor as they tiptoed over it. Jeremiah pointed at her bed, soaked in blood.
"Clearly this shows she bled to death in her bed, from the stab wound." The Medean boy spoke, "She must've been dying for less than five minutes possibly since it was in the chest— might've hit a vital. Perhaps an organ."
"So you believe someone snick into her room at night— stabbed her and she just lied there." Felix chuckled, "Did she just let them kill her?"
"But what would be behind a motive like that? She might've been manipulated by a smart person, like Nil— she admires the Imp correct?" The goblin leaned on the wall— pen in his mouth, "She could have killed in their image.""But this is unlike the Imp's MO, their usually killing style is brutal and visible to the deceased— if Roxanne was truly in her bed the whole time, there's a chance she never even saw the culprit." Jeremiah grit his teeth, "Don't want to throw shade or anything, but my suspect is Lichness."
"Thought you'd say Famine." Felix chuckled.
"No— Lichness could be in rage due to Jonah's death, maybe this was retaliation. However, that means he'd act out of character— he never felt rage to anyone for Jonah's death, just sorrow."
Mog chimed, "I'm banking more on Felix's theory— high chance of it being someone she trusted like a Saint, not sure why she wouldn't leave clues behind if it was someone she didn't know."
"Hey!" Felix raised his hand, "She didn't go straight to her bed, remember the couch— there was a dent, someone or people sat there. She must've spoken with the culprit— only way to explain the peaceful death anyway."
"How would anyone get out their doors? We were all trapped— it even took me time to unscrew the door." Mog rebutted.
"How long?" Jeremiah tilted his head at the goblin.
"Approximately an hour— after that, on the day she died, I went to sleep. Not before locking the door of course, didn't you guys try open it with your powers?"
Felix's snatched his mask off, his eyes widened— "Did none of us never test if our powers could work?"
Lichness, Famine, Ilya and Richard were all at the side of the former's home, smoking cigarettes on the floor— huddled in a circle.
"I just can't believe it." Richard puffed, new leather gloves equipped— courtesy of Famine's powers, "I'm gonna decay the bastard who did it.", he gripped the cihae cigarette in his mouth— decaying it whilst wearing the gloves.
Ilya stared at the ground, "Roxanne."
"It's hard." Lichness spoke— putting his arm around Ilya's shoulder, "Losing a friend, but you got to live in their memory."
Famine puffed his cigarette, "You know— I don't know what to do, maybe I should've left my home earlier."
Richard's eyes widened, his voice quivered— "What do you mean earlier? You could've left the whole time!" He got up and clutched the Ghoul by his collar— who just puffed his smoke onto him before chuckling.
"We all could leave— just open your doors with your power, I wanted the door open so it opened of course— after a couple moments I wanted everyone's doors restored, after all— I did see someone walking at night, not sure who."
The outside went quiet. Birds chirping loudly— rain in the desert.
Ilya got up as Richard dropped Famine to the ground, "Instead of reporting anything to anyone before— you just let the bastard walk?" She spun her gun around— pointing it to the horseman, loaded. "Aren't you an accomplice by that logic? Letting a criminal act while knowing what could transpire."
Famine smiled, "Can't be a criminal if they never done a crime until then— as a result, I have my suspects, specifically that girl— Dara."
Lichness tilted his head, "Just because she can transform? You know she can't control that shit— what's your deal today."
"Listen, we never met the girl who knows if she has mastery or not— she's too kind, evil must be dwelling amongst all living beings." Famine threw his cigarette to the ground— standing up whilst the others were forced to sit down, due to his imagination.
"My other suspect is you." His skeletal claws pointed at Richard, "Did you decay your door?"
The teenager's eyes spiralled, he lifted his hand on the imagination— decaying it. He began to loom over Famine as his aura glowed a nasty grey, "I'd kill my love? Why?"— a ghastly voice aspirated from his throat.
"I don't know, you just seem to unstable— I can't see anything but malice swirling inside of you boy."
"Then maybe." Richard snatched his gloves off— "Let's see how violent I get."
Famine laughed— a subtle, quiet and gentle chuckle before slowly leaving, his back turnt to the boy who simply stood— rageful.