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Phantoms of the Past (Completed!)
Myschi:
Yay, an update~
Intrigued to see who the thief is (and if this was set in Gensokyo - which it doesn't seem t'be - I'd totally say Maria)...
RainfallYoshi:
(Glad to hear you are continuing to enjoy it. Tear Jerker Alert!)
??and then I went back in and straight to my room to try and get some sleep.? Layla recounted with tears streaming down her face. The officer nodded sadly then turned to Merlin who was sitting in a dining room chair. Police and investigators were swarming all around the house. ?And you say you were staying in town with someone for the night Ms. Merlin?? She merely nodded and continued to stare outside the window. She was in too much shock to cry right now. Layla didn?t want to believe all of this was happening. First Lunasa was gone then Lyrica?
??How did it happen Mr. Duncan?? Merlin suddenly asked the officer.
He finished scribbling notes onto his notepad before flipping it closed and placing it in a pocket of his uniform. ?There were signs of a big struggle in the room, most likely from Lyrica fighting back at whoever the burglar was. Lyrica was stabbed to death? she has multiple stab wounds in her stomach and? and her throat was cut. The culprit probably managed to pin her down to use such force??
Layla cried even harder, unable to believe that this had happened to her. She had been the one to find her sister in her room. She had gone up to get her since she was late for breakfast and?
?Is there anyway to find the murderer? did he leave any clues behind?? Merlin spoke for the both of them as Layla was simply unable to speak through her tears.
?I guess that is the only glimmer of good news there is to find in this situation?? the detective said with a long sigh, ?The murderer was incredibly sloppy, probably wasn?t expecting to have a fight. The murder weapon was left behind and we got clear prints from it. George Finn has been detained and will be held in prison for a lengthy number of years. You two won?t have to worry about this happening again.?
With that the detective tipped his hat in a nod and walked off to help the numerous other officers pack up to leave. Layla just sat there as tears continued to run down her face. Time seemed to run around her like a blur.
?Lyrica? rest in peace dear sister? I?ll miss you so much??
Myschi:
... Oh wow. That's... oh wow.
Poor Lyrica...
RainfallYoshi:
(That's right, I dropped the bomb! Should I rename this "The Prismriver Depressing-As-Shit Story"?)
Layla gulped audibly as her hand gripped the doorknob. Nobody had been in here since the murder and she was wondering if it was a good idea to go in? but she told herself that she was nervous over nothing. The door creaked open and Layla looked into the room. It was left exactly as it was after Lyrica had been killed. The covers on the bed were haphazard and a vase that had used to sit on the vanity desk was now shattered on the floor. There were small blood specks on the curtain, stained in beyond removal. The floor also had a rather large puddle stain, probably from where Lyrica had been left dead for many, many hours. Tears swelled up in Layla?s eyes as she looked upon the unclean murder scene.
Just as she thought she couldn?t take it anymore she spotted something on the floor, near the bloodstains. It was a pendant necklace. The chain was a stunning silver and the pendant was of a grand piano.
?Was that it Lyrica? Your keepsake was being stolen and you had to protect it at all costs??
Layla reached around her neck and pulled on a silver chain around her neck, pulling it out from its hiding place underneath her the neckline of the dress. Upon the chain was a silver pendant of a microphone. Suddenly her memories took flight and she was suddenly in the parlor. A Christmas tree was in the corner and all of the sisters were sitting on the grand rug in the center of the room, bouncing up and down in excitement. Father grinned happily as he reached under the tree to grab four small presents, each wrapped in a different color. He handed everyone their presents and they all waited excitedly for the word.
?I guess I?ve tortured you long enough. Open them up girls!?
They each screamed with excitement and wrapping paper began flying everywhere. Lunasa was a hurricane of gold paper, Lyrica was in a sea of red paper, Merlin was gale of pink wrapping, and Layla was a furious storm of purple wrapping. They each got their presents open at almost the same time and they all held up their pendant necklaces. in awe and curiosity. Each one was pure silver, and each had a different pendant. Layla held up a microphone, Lunasa held up a violin, Lyrica held up a grand piano, and Merlin held up a trumpet. Before the girls could start asking any questions, their father put a finger to his lips and hushed them.
?Each of those pendants symbolizes something about my beautiful and unique daughters.?
He walked up to each sister individually to explain their gifts. He started with Layla.
?Layla, that microphone symbolizes how outspoken and independent you are. Remember that throughout your life, you must continue to speak up for yourself.?
?Lunasa, that violin symbolizes your elegance and precision. Always remember that every situation in life is to be handled precisely if you wish to avoid problems.?
?Lyrica, that grand piano symbolizes the fruits of labor. You must remember that good things only come from hard work and dedication, just like a pianist must practice diligently.?
?Merlin, that trumpet represents your excitement and enthusiasm for life. Never forget that a happy life comes from doing what you love and that you must always keep that enthusiasm up.?
Layla?s tears ran down her face as she stared at her sister?s pendant. She wasn?t meant to die like this. She was meant to live on to do great things. This was all wrong.
?IT?S ALL WRONG!?
She didn?t know how yelling would help, the only thing in the room with her was the signs of her sister?s murder. She finally threw the grand piano pendant back on the floor and ran out of the room. She couldn?t take looking at those things anymore. She ran back to her room and jumped in bed, pulling the covers over her head. She was trying to hide from the world, but she knew her hiding was in vain.
Thata no Guykoro:
--- Quote from: YellowYoshi on September 30, 2010, 07:18:33 AM ---(That's right, I dropped the bomb! Should I rename this "The Prismriver Depressing-As-Shit Story"?)
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Why, yes. And how did Lunasa get herself offed?