It was on a another shadowy night that Kieran sat in his black robe at a desk in his room. A black ink pen in his hand with a blank sheet of paper in front of him and unorganized notes that lay before him.

The wind howled outside his window as the lightning flashed across the heavenly skies and dead leaves danced in the ribbons of the wild hearted breeze.

He didn't dare do this in library. That place was cursed, he was sure of that. Poor Edith Greene had been an example of what could happened to anyone with a strong alibi in a matter of moments and a conversation.

And Kieran personally blamed the library as he sat there, eyes wide open from stress and concern.

Toto, the adorable chicken, sat peacefully on a warm spot on his bed. It was a chilly night and Kieran didn't dare let her roam around alone after she went missing last time, but luckily he had found her and his heavy heart went to rest again feeling light again.

Kieran took a moment of reflection. The information he had learned flashed in bits and pieces and scattered pictures. His memory was an awful thing but Kieran had reduced his medication and it was slightly better.

The moment he thought of his medicine he felt a flash of belief rage. It was Mr Black word that he take it in such amounts. He wondered idly if Mr Black was trying to turn him into another Alistair.

He shut out those thoughts. It was never wise to think lil of the dead. It always came back to haunt you.

Pen to paper then, Kieran thought, let's begin.

THE UNDERGOING SUSPICIONS

Number One: Bay Blue. A man infamous for being hard to get ahold of and for being missing often in important situations.
Has told people he was in his room and/or library.

WHERE WAS HE REALLY?

Kieran looked down at the paper, it didn't seem right.

WHERE WAS HE REALLY?

Better, Kieran thought with applause. Many would have put down France Curtis for the number one spot. But Kieran was having trouble believing it was her.

The good Doctor Denise Kim had knocked down the alibis of Edith Greene and Kennedy Holmes within minutes and put serious amount of suspicion to France back. But then she went back said France may be innocent and Kennedy had been framed.

Kieran was starting to wonder if she were a lawyer not a Doctor because she damn good at ripping apart people alibis. And to be a little honest, he admired her a bit more. Though, he never say that to her face.

Kennedy had said he saw France at the inside pool but because of her OCD this seem highly unlikely. But Holmes was stuck by his words, he was not a liar, he claimed. He knew what his saw with his own eyes. But oh, how crystal clear perfect vision was always the one to cause the greatest divisions.

He also noted Kennedy and France close association. Perhaps that played a part as well.

But Kieran still felt like he admired Kennedy a bit more too. Their dear Doctor could be quite scary when she needed to be and she always seemed like she knew a little more then she let on. Still, it seemed very unlikely she'd be the the killer, no matter how intense she could get.

But there was another lady that caught Kieran eye. And not in the good way.

Suspect Number Two: Moira Quinn
A Lady of interest. She's a Detective..yes i wrote Detective, and this a murder mystery. So exactly what is she doing? The only information on her that i possess at the moment is that she is looking for a torch.
Yes. Our only Detective has been looking for a torch. A torch. Important questions: Has she found it yet?Also why was she in need of it the first place?

At first Kieran couldn't help but think she's not very good at her job if she could not find a torch and he found her to be a very suspicious character indeed. But after he had talked to her and asked if she had found her torch. She told him she had found something much better and changed the topic quickly. Kieran couldn't help but notice how good she was at dodging questions and hiding intentions.

Another person he thought of putting down was Joy Lukas. But he had a conversation with her and found her to be quite a 'Joy' to be around. And he hoped they became good friends in the later future.

Then there was the loyal maid. Kieran at first had suspected her as well but he couldn't help but like her personality and found her much too timid and sweet to be a murderer.

Faces can be disguises, Kieran reminded himself, lying masks to hide pacing killers.

Another name was Arren Vivaldi. He seemed suspicious to Kieran but playing chess isn't a crime and the murder happened with the use of poison. A murder weapon most commonly used by woman. But didn't mean Bay Blue wasn't apart of it.

But, maybe, Kieran just didn't like Bay.

Kieran had thought, Missing Blue would be a great nickname for Bay. Then again no one even knew his real name. Why would he need another nickname?

"Who to put down as number three?" Kieran hummed softly. "Apparently there an anti depressant at the crime scene." Kieran took his own pill bottle out from his pocket.

Eszopiclone

It read on the label. Kieran had been reducing his intake ever since Mr Black death and found himself being more, aware and less, unhinged.

He haven't been taking any other medications besides the causal antihistamines and definitely no antidepressants. He heard they worked well for people with insomnia, but Mr Black suggested he shouldn't try them. It was hard to believe his insomnia used to be worse before coming to the estate.

It seemed like his whole relationship with Mr Black involved conversations just about his medications. Were they really so far apart?

He remembered when he first came to the estate. How much time he and Mr Blac-No, Delilah had spent together. Evenings of chatting novels, philosophy and poetry.

They never discussed his business. How he came to possess such a fortune. Kieran didn't need to know, and preferably, didn't want to know.

What he found odd was Doctor Kim declaring Monika Moore innocent. He would ask why but he remembered Dr Kim motto of 'I don't answer questions, i ask them.' Kieran thought that all well and true but eventually she would have to answer to someone. We all did someday.

But now he had another problem.

Kieran couldn't suspect any of his friends. He would defend their honor pass Hell to Mary and back. Not many people knew this, but Kieran was loyalist friend anyone could ever have. If you were bonded with him and there was great deal of respect in your relationship, he would do anything for you.

The road to hell is peeved with good intentions but sometimes the dark too much to handle and you have turn back before you become what you set out to get. Kieran recalled what Mr Black had once told him.

Had Delilah become something he dreaded and regretted?

Kieran sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He talked to so many people at the estate and gotten so invested into his relationships with them that now he couldn't see clearly anymore.

"But, who do you trust when all your friends have guns in their hands and your standing with a knife in your heart? Who's name do you put down when you or them? Do you die a hero or play the long living suffering villain?"

"Thats it," Kieran said with deep depth and a serious face, "No more GOT before bed."

Toto let out cluck out of agreement. Her days of independence had been eventful but she knew she had stay close to Kieran now.

That cook had been eyeing her all week. Toto didn't want to take anymore chances going past the kitchens. She flicked her feathers in irritation at the thought of being caught by Pegasus Murkwood and cooked as a delicious meal.

Then she recalled Baba her best friend, and how Edward Livingstone had cooked Baba with rice in a attempt to make amends with Mr Black, and shuddered at her would-be future if not for Kieran.

Toto would get revenge for Baba, she vowed darkly, Edward better watch his back.

Obvious to his pet thoughts, Kieran put down the pen. He didn't have in him to accuse anyone at moment. He stumbled onto the bed next to Toto and took a long breath. Before he closed his eyes.

Faces of his fellow tenants flashed over his eyelids. This was it, one of them was the killer...but who?

Grey seem to everywhere that night. The girl had alot of friends but that was no crime. Kieran himself had been associating lately with everyone.

Mostly to find Toto but, still. Kieran still wondering exactly what happened to Toto went she went missing then turned up in his room later. How odd, Kieran thought now, it was almost as if Toto went searching for her own clues about the murder.

At that Kieran petted Toto head as she leaned into his loving touch."Don't you go missing again, you heard Toto? We're the only two people we can trust fully."

Toto let out a cluck and closed her eyes peacefully. Kieran laid there wide awake, mind buzzing with possibilities and clues.

He would suspect Grace if it wasn't for the fact that her room was close to his and he knew her well. She wasn't the murdering type.

But what was the murdering type? Kieran thought with tired eyes.

Sleep kills you, Kieran had thought once, and when you wake up your different. The old you has died and a new one has been born to live out a new day.

If that was so Kieran wished he had died.He wished a new Kieran would take up his tricky life- see how he liked the medication and long tiring days and even longer lonelier nights.

There something Kieran was missing and he been trying to replace for as along as he could remember. But there something as he-along with everyone devoted to finding the killer- was missing.

But what was it?

He glanced at his bedside and spotted the cynide still placed there. It was where he had left it after the kind Sandra Thunder had given it to him.

"..it cures insomnia.."

Her voice rung in his ears in a lovely melody as he recalled that Ms Thunder and Mr Black had made it together.

Toto was a sleeping pile of feathers as he reached around her and grabbed the cynide. His heart beat a steady base as he eyed it in burning curiosity.

Tonight the dreams would come.

But Kieran didn't know that the nightmares would too. He would dream of things only shadows knew and he would learn much about that mysterious night and relive an endless state of flight.

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He rose before sunlight. His eyes replaying what he had seen in his dreams. And in a state of peace and refreshment his mind put together what he was missing last night as he wrote down one final name on his list. One last guess as to who could have wreap the darkly soul of one Mr Delilah Black.

He later remembered this moment and laugh quietly. He had just written down the killer's name.

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Ohhh how lovely its you again *Fake smiles* and your all patched up after your tragic fall.*Claps hands over excitedly*

*Reader nod a barely held together head since their jaw broke*

Well its over again so your gonna have to go* Leads you to a wide open window while you start letting out muffled screams and drag your feet* the door isn't working again so this will have to do, kay sweetie?* Pushes you out ..but wait no, you've turned the tables I'm- I'm-

I'M FALLLLLING!!

Disclaimer: Author has died. You're being sued. See you in court, Goodbye.

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