John's face suggested way more distress than usual, his presence changed from that of a strong King to one of a depressed individual.
"Why would some new blood like thou cause such mischief?", John continued, looking directly into my eyes with a heart-wrenching gaze.
Me: "I did not d-"
John: "You know, I read the letter..."
Me: "I know about that but Dante was already dead by the time I-"
John: "SHUT UP! All those lame excuses that every murderer uses... such a disgrace you are."
Me: "I can explain, give me some ti-"
John: "I don't need your explanation, wish there was ONE more person here, ugh what can I alone do about this, telling the authority will only have me bear the guilt of another death."
John had taken a daring step forward and slapped me with all his physical power. It had hurt a lot but I didn't feel anything for I was still guilty no matter what I said. There was no proof that I wasn't the murderer either way. "You're coming with me!" John had asseverated. He used me as a slave to take Dante's body and bury it in the graveyard. "One after another... go away boys, let me do my job." an unknown voice said. "You are?" I asked. Taking his shovel and not even batting me an eye, he replied "The undertaker." John seemed satisfied and so took me to his dorm where Santos was laying in peace.
Santos: "Oh, hello Frank, how's it-"
John: "Cut the greetings, we're talking serious here, I suppose that he's the one causing all this trouble."
Me: "I-"
I tried to speak but John's deathly stare halted me.
Santos: "Well, well, well. That was quite fast, wasn't it? How did you come to this conclusion?"
John: "Dante's dead."
Santos; "...What?"
John: "I went to the watchtower to check up and saw Frank standing in front of Dante's unconscious and lifeless body."
Santos: "Hmm, that does make him the most viable suspect. What can we do with him now though?"
John: "I do have an idea, it's inhumane but the only way I suppose."
I realized something bad was coming up and so I had darted out of the door trying to escape them. However, just as I looked back once, I realized that my velocity wasn't even close to matching that of Santos's. Taking turns, I thought I confused them but soon, a hand grasped the tail of my coat causing me to trip. "Oh dear, my last bit of pity for you has evaporated now.", I could hear Santos speak as I tried to recover from the damage on my knees. I had to follow him to a dilapidated dark room. "You'll get the required amount of food occasionally." Santos said, leaving me locked up, he left. I had no way to escape either as I had all my limbs tied.
POV CHANGES (PATRICIA)
Sierra was the most outgoing person in the whole of 1-B. She always had people around her who flawed all my plans. As I continued my research on Sierra behind closed doors, the news of Dante's death spread across the school. It was a hot topic since nearly everyone liked Dante for his eternal lookout. Unexpectedly, Sierra noticed me and called out my name.
Sierra: "Patricia!"
Me: "Hey Sierra, what have you been up to recently?"
Sierra: "Nothing much... You know about Dante's death right?"
Me: "Yeah, it's sad"
Sierra: "I know... Dante was such a nice person, I felt safe around here because he would always be watching from the top."
Me: "Right. Dante was probably our last hope."
Sierra: "He was our only hope, but I will keep a watch from now on as a tribute to him."
Me: "Oh that's great, under your vision, we shall feel the warmth of safety again."
Sierra: "Yes, it's a great loss, however, well, the least we can do is contribute in his place."
Me: "True. Do you mind if I join you in the watchtower too?"
Sierra: "OFCOURSE NOT! I'd be very lucky to have a partner wake up so early to sit in the watchtower with me."
Me: "Yeah it would be lonesome alone at the watchtower, no one knows how Dante bore this loneliness in his living days."
Sierra: "I know, right?"
Me: "Okay then, see you at the watchtower, tomorrow at 8 AM right?"
Sierra: "Yeah, you're such a kind person and a good friend, I like you."
"Good job, now you'll have the same foolish death as your admirable Dante" I soliloquized while leaving for home.
Time passed swiftly and the I had woke up at the break of dawn. I prepared myself, suppressed the little number of emotions I had within my human heart, and went to the watchtower.
Just from below, I could already see Sierra's silk hair flowing out near the apex of the watchtower due to the consistent high winds.
I climbed up the spiral stairs and went beside Sierra.
Sierra: "Hey you're here!"
Me: "Nice to meet you again."
Sierra: "Let's just sit and watch, it's not that bad after all... but it feels as if the wind is carrying all the memories with Dante."
Me: "Memories... yeah, you're right"
I looked at her for some time, she seemed so dedicated, dedicated to looking at nature, I was honestly surprised. Just as I was about to take out my knife, I saw John and another boy coming towards this watchtower.
As the footsteps got closer, I stabbed my own chest, with my knife, away from the heart though. I knew all about the vital points and deliberately avoided them. It hurt but I perceived that that was the only option left. I handed over the knife to Sierra and smirked at her in agony. She was astonished and began to scream for help. John got up only to see a sea of blood gushing out of me while Sierra was trying her best to stop the blood flow. John seemed to be in a dilemma as Sierra had an appearance of innocence but again, I knew that he trusted no one. "Santos! Look, we've found our second murderer." John blared. Hearing him, many other people around that area also gathered to aid me. They all had a look of absolute disgust toward Sierra and badmouthed her at every opportunity calling her things like "Devil in disguise", "Pathetic veil of innocence", and many others.
I had fallen unconscious, and the last thing I heard was "Take Patricia to the infirmary." So, I knew I was in safe hands.