"Captain?" (Yandere ISWM X Non-binary Reader)

Chapter 8

((Sorry about leaving for so long- I haven't been having the best time, but I'm trying to get back into my system :0))

You pushed the caution tap aside, standing next to Abe as he kneeled down.

Almost on cue, Damian walked onto the room, clutching his cane.

You look over at him, frowning. "Hey, Damian, this may not-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"What the hell happened?" He asked, looking over the white sheet covering Marks body.

You sighed, shaking your head. You go to reply, but then the butler cuts you off.

"Oh! Mr. Mayor, I'm so sorry.... There's been a Murder." Lighting flashes as The butler explains solemly. You frown, reaching out and rubbing his arm.

You look back to Damian, watching everything register in his head.

"A Murder?" Another clap of light sounds off as Damians almost defeated reply rings in your head. "Who?"

You give another soft sigh, placing a hand on Damians shoulder. "It's Mark." You gently tell him.

Abe's voice startles you out of your trance as he start speaking. "I'm afraid he's telling the truth. Marks been... killed." No thunder.

The team looks around, almost expecting it.

You huff, snapping your fingers. "Focus." You order, asperated.

Damian shakes his head, stepping closer, his brows furrowed in shock and disbelief. "Why? Who would do this?" He asks.

You, beside yourself, roll your eyes. Off the top of your head, you could name twenty people.

"That's exactly what me and my new partner here are here to find out." Abe explains, standing back up and motioning at you.

Damian meets your eyes, concern swirling through his.

You shrug, shoving your hands into your pockets. "I'm unwilling here."

The butler holds up a hand, confused. "Uh, excuse me. I feel like we should call the authorities for them to handle this matter." He explains.

Abe practically groans, fumbling with his badge. "Look, buddy, as far as you're concerned? I AM the authorities." He snaps, showing his badge and the unrolling photo album of all his past partners.

You huffed, taking the badge from him and roll it up before shoving it back. "To the point?"

Abe scoffs, shoving his badge back into his pocket. " The fact of the matter is, I believe the killer is right here amongst us in this very house. And it might be our unexpected house guests." He slowly said the last sentence, looking to you.

You blink, holding your hands up. "Watch it, Detective, my crew aren't killers." You hissed.

The Detective waves you off before continuing. "And with that freaky light storm outside? None of us would get very far anyway." He explained, picking up his tool kit.

"So, in the mean time," He continued. "We're stuck here. But I'm going to get to the bottom of this. The rest of you, go back to your rooms, hunker down and pray to God, You're not the next to be murdered." Another thunder clap echoed through the manor, sending chills up your spine.

The butler stepped back, a bit wary. "I'll.. I'll check on our other guests." He slowly stammered.

You gave a nod, patting his arm. "Be safe, okay? Hollar if you need me." You reassured him. The butler gave you a soft smile, before exiting the room.

The chef shrugged. " I'll get back to cooking. All this death made me hungry." Morbid, but everyone had their coping thing.

You watched the chef leave the room, your eyes landing on the very shaken mayor.

His eyes met yours, holding your gaze for a second longer before he shook his head. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. "I... I-I need to talk to the Colonel about this." He slowly stammered.

You frowned, taking his hand and giving it a soft squeeze. "Please, be safe." You gently said.

Damian gave you a wary smile, squeezing your hand before retreating to find the Colonel.