WARNING: mention of animal cruelty and suicide, use of the word suicidal

The police officer let the four men in, frowning sympathetically when she saw the tears running down their faces. Kirstie was sitting on a couch and cried herself, her blonde hair falling past her face so no one could see her. Blood was spread across the wall, making every band member look away from it. The male police officer made them sit down on the couch, a stone cold look on his face.

"I apologize for your loss," the officer began. The band members nodded stiffly, wanting to go home and just grieve. They already lost three people now. "Is there any reason why Darien committed suicide?"

"He just lost his wife, but he was never one to be suicidal," Scott answered, his vibrant and strong voice now a meek whisper. "He was so happy."

"That's not what the evidence says."

"What's up with you and police having biased evidence?" Kevin asked, his voice raising. Avi put his hand on his knee, wanting him to calm down. "You were the officer from last time that tried to arrest my friends. Maybe you need to open up a dictionary and find out what the definition of evidence is."

"You have no right to speak."

"And you have no right to make biased evidence," Avi argued back, defending Kevin. The officer chuckled a bit, shaking his head. "I bet you're laughing because you realize how stupid you sound right now."

"No, I'm laughing at your stupidity. I'm a police officer, I know what I am doing."

"Just because you have a uniform on doesn't mean that you know what you're doing," Kirstie spoke up, shaking her head. The officer refused to look at her. "You are very biased. I'm surprised that you were allowed to major in criminal justice."

"Shut up, you're a woman. You have no to speak. Darien killed hims-"

"How about you stop being a egocentric pig and let us speak?" Mitch hissed, causing his band members to look at him. Mitch always seemed so soft-spoken and sometimes pointed people out when he really needed to, but he has never spoken like this before. "Darien was not suicidal! Trust me, I know. And yes, I know people have different ways of being suicidal, but he has never shown any signs. I know what being suicidal is like and let me tell you right now that he was not suicidal. So how about you shut up and let your precious D.N.A team see if Darien actually committed suicide? Maybe that won't screw up like last time and do their work correctly."

Scott widened his eyes, smiling at his friend. Mitch just dragged him to filth and there is no way to defend himself now! The police office shook his head and stood up, a smile on his face. He grabbed Mitch's arm and made him stand up, a pair of handcuffs in his hands. He turned Mitch around and arrested him on the spot. The other band members began to yell at him angrily and he silenced them once he rose his hand up.

"You are arrested for insubordination with an officer. Anything you say will be-"

"Leave them alone," the female officer commanded, shaking her head. She covered her mouth and widened her eyes a bit, poking fun at the officer. "Oh, that's right! I'm a female, I have no right to speak. You're free to go. Uncuff him or I'll report you."

The police man grumbled to himself and uncuffed Mitch, pushing him roughly. When he turned around, Mitch flipped him off with both fingers, which made the band members giggle quietly. The female officer waved goodbye to them, leaving them alone.

"Now what?" Kirstie asked, looking at everyone. Her phone beeped at that moment and she smiled when she saw a message. "Well, I need to go somewhere. I'll see you all later."

"Where are you going?" Mitch asked, rubbing his wrists. Kirstie looked up, a look of defiance on her face.

"None of your business."

"Hey, no need to be rude," Scott defended Mitch, glaring at his other friend. "He just ask-"

"No, he's being nosy."

"No I'm not," Mitch argued, ignoring Kevin's pleas of no fighting. "I asked you question. That's all I did."

"Yeah, okay," Kirstie replied, shaking her head. "You're so stupid."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're also annoying, a pest, a nuisance, an idiot, nosy, childish, and just plain obnoxious. Have you not grown up?"

"Yes I have because I don't use those words in an argument anymore."

Kirstie rolled her eyes and stomped out of the house, slamming the door. Avi looked at everyone else, a smile on his face.

"Do you want me to drop you guys off?"

Scott nodded, looking over at Mitch. The tenor has a thoughtful look, something he does when he is really upset. Scott wrapped his arm around him, kissing his forehead playfully.

"That sounds wonderful, Avi. Let's go."

The four of them walked out, an eerie feeling falling upon them. The feeling only grew, making them afraid of what could happen to anyone they love.

At that moment, they began to fear for their own lives.

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Scott frowned when Mitch walked upstairs, refusing to talk to anyone. The tall blond sighed quietly, setting his stuff down. He jumped when the doorbell rang, receiving something random on the way there. He walked up to the door slowly and once he opened it, he began to swing the object crazily.

"DIE, MURDERER, DIE! FEEL THE WRATH OF SCOTT'S POWERFULNESS, YOU FIEND!"

He widened his eyes when the person said ouch. He lowered his object, smiling sheepishly at the person in front of him.

"Hey, Jake. Haven't see you in a while," Scott began, his face red. Jake nodded, rubbing his head. "I'm so sorry. Do you need ice?"

"No, I'll manage," Jake replied, shaking his head at Scott's object. "Really, a Beyoncé book? You were going to hurt the murder with that?"

"It's Beyoncé," Scott defended himself and his idol. "She'll protect us from anyone. What's up?"

Jake was about to answer when Mitch came running downstairs, tears running down his face. He had a blanket in his arms, which had Wyatt's head sticking out of it. Scott looked over at Jake worriedly and walked up to Mitch, looking at Wyatt.

"We need to go to the vet's," Mitch explained, his sobs interrupting him. Scott nodded, looking over the cat. "We need to go now."

"Why?" Scott asked, grabbing his keys. Mitch began to cry harder, holding his cat close to him. Jake watched the entire scene with tears running down his cheeks. "Mitch, what's wrong?"

"Somebody cut him all over his body and now he won't stop bleeding. We need to go now!"

A/N: I honestly have no words. A couple people have found at least one or two of the murders so I am very pumped! I am so excited to see how this story turns out! I don't know how long it will be, but it is definitely going slower that's my last one, lol. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed the chapter and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐧🐧🐧