The M u r d e r e r M a t c h
You Only Live Twice.
Chapter Two: Kinda Like Texting, Only Creepier
Tommie’s POV:
“Please guys you have to believe me!” I said.
Emma and Daisy looked at each other skeptically. “You’re trying to tell us that our best friend in contacting you from the dead and asking you to find her murderer?” Emma asked, rolling her eyes.
Daisy wiped away tears, sniffling. “C’mon Tommie. Stop playing, it’s not funny. In fact, its disrespectful to Felicity. ” Her blonde hair shone in the sunlight streaming in from the window in Emma’s room. For a minute, she kinda looked like Felicity.
I thought for a moment. Then I crossed the room and pulled Emma’s old whiteboard and a marker from behind the desk. We used to play school with it all the time.
“Watch.” I instructed. “Okay, Fee,” I called to Felicity, wherever she was. “Write us a message. Prove you’re here.”
Emma and Daisy stared intently at the board and...nothing. Minutes later, still nothing. “This is stupid,” Emma snapped. “Let’s go downstairs, I’m starving!”
We turned to go. “Wait a sec! I forgot my phone.” I turned back to reach for my Iphone in the glossy pink case, only to catch my breath and cry out. “Oh my god.”
The whiteboard read: I’m here.
Daisy’s eyes teared up again. She was always emotional. “Why didn’t it work while we were watching?”
“That’s it!” I said. “We can’t watch!”
Emma said, “Felicity, if you’re out there, what do you want from us?”
We turned away from the board again, each time receiving a message. It took an hour, but finally, we decoded a full message. Can’t stay long. Find murderer 4 me. plz. Can’t directly come out & say who. Somthing stops me. but I can give hints. I need u 2 do this. Then I can RIP.
“Oh my god. We have officially gone insane.” Emma murmured.
“What’s the first clue?” I asked.
Off the trail, way up high, a secret place, 4 the butterflies. She wrote.
“That sounds familiar.” Daisy said. “Wait, I remember! It’s the rhyme we did when we were little! About our secret treehouse, remember? We used to pretend we were butterflies.”
“That’s it! She needs us to go to the old treehouse! ” I exclaimed.
Felicity wrote again. Careful. Murderer alwys watching. It might b coming 4 u next.
And then, something burst into the room.
neverforgetit