The Second Murder

      “Well, crap, I'm going to go off on a limb here, and say this is, in fact, no bueno" John Paul said, examining the body. James looked at Zach's body and felt like he was going to puke as he looked at the bloody, crumpled body.

      "My guess is that Dommy must have snuck in while we were playing with the elves". John Paul said as he poked at the body.

      “You have a really weird definition of playing” Lee said

      “What can I say, I have e-” John Paul stopped mid sentence “Never mind, This is PG-13, can't say that” He said to himself.

      Everyone looked at John Paul, who acted like absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary.

      Emma was the first to recover. "This must be the murder weapon" Emma picked up the bloody record, as flesh hung off the side, while beeing completely soaked in blood. "This confirms it was Dommy, I think."

      "How?" James asked. “ I know that Dommys insane and all, but we don't have any proof that it was him. I know that we're all scared, but facts don't care about our feelings”

      “Ok Ben Shapiro, noted.” John Paul said, rolling his eyes.

      "Look at the album. James, you have no way to know this, but Lover by Taylor Swift was his favorite album. Like seriously, that and Old Town Road by Lil nas X was all he would listen to." Emma said.

      Emma held up the album. Taylor Swift was in the middle of a pink, cloudy sky, with the word Lover on it in a curved bright pink font, like a sea of cotton candy, or James’s personal hell.

      James felt sick all over again as the pieces clicked together in his head. "What happened to Dommy out there? What made him act this way?" he wondered.

      "I think we need to wake everyone up, tell them everything. Even about your and Dom Dom’s powers", Lee said.

      "No. Catholic powers are a secret for a reason. I can't have you sharing them with everyone. I only shared it with this small group, who I trust not to share it, out of absolute necessity". John Paul said, sounding like he had almost rehearsed the line.

      "Fine, but at least tell them about Dom Dom and the murders. An answer to Noah's and now Fergy's death will help get rid of the air of suspicion around all of us. Plus it helps us not let Dom Dom kill more people.” Said Lee

      John Paul fought with himself for a second, looking like he was not sure if he wanted to agree or disagree with Lee. Finally, he signed, "fine, but I'm doing the talking, not you guys." He said, standing up and walking towards the dorms.

      Their group went into the dooms, knocking door to door to wake everyone up. After the torture of waking everyone up, their class went together in the lunchroom. The class stood there, dreary and tired. Some were in their pajamas, and some rubbed their eyes from the sand in them, trying to wake themselves up.

      John Paul slowly got up to the front of the crowd.

      He sighed, looking like he wanted to just go back to bed. "Ok, everyone. I know that you all are confused as to why you're here," said John Paul.

      "Bro, can we just go back to bed?" asked Aristotle, a built student with a head with small, messy black hair.

      "Yeah, I'm exhausted. Can this wait until the morning" yawed Brock. She had her black hair in a ponytail, with her small frame covered with red, flannel pajamas.

      "Ok, ok, everyone I'll make this fast," John Paul signed.

      "Why do I have to tell this dumb, freaking, freaking ugh, I have this stupid, Christain censor" James head John Paul mutter to himself. "Well, let's explain this acid trip in a story."

      As John Paul talked to everyone and explained what had happened, the class's tone and attitude slowly shifted, from looking tired and worn, not giving a crap, to being one of worry and fear. They looked at eachother, jittery and looking like they wanted to hide.

      "Ok, so I get this whole thing about Dommy, but I mean, do we have any proof?" asked Noah. “My brother is dead, and now Fergy. I know what it feels like to jump to a conclusion, but we can't do that here.”

      John Paul slapped his head “Are you an idiot?”

      "Yeah, you're just trying to get us to believe in a fairy tale, like saying vaccines work, or that it's real." shouted Avan Jones, a bald person, like a very very bald person wearing all camo pajamas, with a Spergon logo on the pants, who agreed, his Rump hat held in his hand.

      "One, vaccines do work, you freaking idiot. Gosh, I hate this Christain sensor", he shouted. "Second of all, covid is real, and third this is true, and we can prove it. Follow me".

      The class grumbled as they moved to the location of Fergy's dead body.

      James, who was smart enough to close his eyes when they reached the body, heard the sound of horror as everyone reacted to the gruesome sight.

      "Ok class” John Paul muttered. “This was the murder weapon," said John Paul, holding up the bloody record. “What we think happened is that Fergy heard something, came out, and Dommy decided to paint his vinyl red.”

      There was a mutter around James' classmates as they saw the bloody record.

      "For now, Dommy is outside, so let's go back to our rooms and don't answer the door for anyone. Now everyone, let's get back to our rooms and talk about this in the morning".

      The class muttered, and ran, rather hurriedly, back into the doors, as only James's group stayed.

      "Hey, I met everyone, guys," John Paul said to the group. Shrugging his shoulders, James went to bed.