A/N: Everything is Fictitious.
CHIARA
WE GOT into the theater club room just to see the campus police taking photos and the yellow do-not-cross-police-line taped at the destroyed door of the club.
Not many student was getting near the police line, but there are a few. I got closer to see the inside of the club and it was mortifying. My stomach began to churn at the sight of the boy's crashed skull and twisted left arm. My hand immediately made up to my mouth covering it.
Who would do such a cruel thing to a student? Can they even be called a human being?
Marlon' body was facing the door, his forehead has an apparent impact line and crash. Blood still oozing out of it. I can hear some student barfing, it really was not a sight to see. It was gruesome.
Two of the officers got out which made me and the other two people to backup.
"We'd like to know who was with him before the incident? It would be better for everyone to cooperate with us." One of the officer says, as he panned his gaze at everyone present currently.
I looked back and saw three people raised their hands hesitatedly. Two boys and a girl. The other officer nodded, "Who among three you found the body?"
". . . That," the three of them looked at each other unsurely.
"It's me officer."
All of us gaze towards Danica who has a handkerchief covering half of her face. Her eyes was puffy from crying, Anika was also with her. Holding Danica's left armm.
"Then, if there's no one else apart from your four, please follow us into the teacher's lounge for questioning."
Danica pat Anika's hand to let her go. She smiled bitterly as she follows the other three behind the two officers.
My mind was still processing from the situation. A murder? In our very own school and in broad daylight? This immediately itches and piqued my interest.
I wanted to know who, how and what led to this gruesome murder. What did they use to batter the suspect's head? And how in the world were they able to twist that man's right arm? More importantly, why would they twist his arm? Was he reaching for something?
I was itching for answers.
"Hey! Hey! You're not supposed to go in here kid!"
My train of thoughts was interrupted when the remaining officers yelled at a tall boy with an undercut. He was wearing a uniform like us. The three officer present pushed the boy out of the room.
"Ah, damn it." I heard him say, he was practically standing beside me, annoyance was written all over his face.
Another boy approached him. He has a coffee dyed hair, it looks natural, but some parts of his ebony hair was sticking out. "Yo, Elios, my man, don't just barged in there, look at all those blood!" The man pointed at the body and puddle of blood.
Elios shook the guy off of him, "Do you have a phone?" He asked.
"A phone? Why?" the other asked. "And no, I don't."
Elios let out a firm 'tsk', the soles of his shoes reverberate as he repeated tap his feet. Suddenly, he turn to me. I flinched, his gaze went down to my left hand. Looking at my phone, then panned to my face, looking into my eyes.
"Hey, let me borrow that," His head bobbed down, indicating my phone. I was unsure if I would lend it to him, but curiously took over me. Curious of what he's about to do.
I hesitatedly handed him my phone, he soon took it in his hand and as I started hearing him dialing a number. He tap the screen. I presume he tapped the speaker icon, since the ringing of the phone was being heard now clearly.
[ Hello? This is Chief Inspector Del Rosario of Unit #505, what can I do for you? ] I heard a man answered.
"Hey old man," Elios started which took me by surprise. Is he allowed to say that to an officer? Isn't he being rude? "Tell your boys to let me in on the investigation."
[ Elios? What. . . This again, how many times do I have to remind you that you can't just do what—]
"Whatever, just tell them. Besides, you know what I'm capable of, me meddling with your affairs made your work much more efficient."
[ *Sigh*. . . Just this once. Your father would kill me if he knew I'm giving you permission to meddle in a case again.]
A victorious smirk appeared on Elios' face. He didn't hang up still but rather went inside the crime scene with my phone. I didn't know what came over me, but I followed him, my head following my phone in his hand.
"Chi. . . Chiara! Hey!" I heard Anika called, I looked back and signed her to wait for me.
The three officers that seems to be talking about something turn to us when the one in the middle saw the both of us entered. "Hey, hey! You two, you can't be—"
Before the office could even finish his sentence, Elios extended his hand flashing the phone screen on them. "Old man, tell them."
There was a long silence on the phone, making the officers baffled.
[. . . Just, just let him do what he wants. I'll take responsibility for it.] Officer Del Rosario was obviously wanted this to be done and just hang up. Elios still hadn't handed me my phone still.
"You heard him, you guys will be stuck with me."
The three officers looked at each other then to us. And just heaved a sigh in annoyance. "Fine, just don't ruin the crime scene, I can't believe we'll be letting kids investigate with us. . ."
Not caring about what the officer says, my eyes panned towards the body of the victim. His body was slightly curled up, his left arm twisted in the opposite direction.
"Hey—here your phone." I abruptly turn my head to Elios as he handed me back my phone. He didn't seem to question me why I entered the scene with him. I thanked him before turning my back, supposedly leaving the room.
But before I could crouched over the police tape, he spoke up.
"What's your theory about this miss? You seem to have a lot in your mind."
