Hello everyone! I'm back with the latest Chapter of Class 46 which is Chapter 6-Murder or Suicide. I hope you guys like this chapter, and stay tuned with the latest chapters of my other stories. ^^

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-Veronica's PoV-

I stare at the book in my hands, glancing up every now and then at Devan and Michael. They were walking back and forth through the room, trying to find clues and what not. I needed to rest for awhile, though who would want to rest in a situation where they're stuck in a locked room? Definetely not the best kind of situation to take a break.

"Veronica, what were the names of the two students we suspected?" I hear Devan shout from the corner of the room. I snap out of my train of thoughts and look up.

"Ahh, Erika Walker and Felicity Grim." I flip through the class record's pages, making sure to remember the names of these two students.

"Devan, make sure to find a crowbar. We probably need it for this rusty as hell cabinet." I turn around and see Michael, still struggling to open the rusty, old, cabinet. I look at the both of them before looking back at the book in my hand.

What to search for? What to do? We found the first half, but we were missing another to complete this puzzle. I wonder, have the other groups finished finding their individual Music Sheet? Were we the only ones being waited for by the rest of the group? I shake my head and try to erase the negative thoughts in my mind. There's no use if I just keep sulking here while Devan and Michael do something. I have to do something.

I have to help us escape.

I look at the piece of paper in my hand, skimming through its contents in a quick notion. A bullied girl, a bully, and a 'suicide', how could these two students be linked together? Felicity Grim, a bully in Albany from long ago, so she must be the bully in the riddle. Well, from what the three of us suspected. Erika Walker, a student who received extreme death threats and suicidal messages, so she must be the 'victim' in this case. The question is, what's this riddle trying to tell us? What's off in its words?

'Though i'm a bit confused...' I look at the riddle once more.

In the riddle, it says the girl left a note to the teachers. The note explains how she didn't commit suicide because she was bullied, but it was for another reason instead. The 'reason' wasn't told, so with that evidence, they concluded that the case was suicide. It does sound like one, but there's something missing in this to make sense. Well, that's my guess though. Because I was so distracted and focused with the note, I didn't even notice Devan standing in front of me. Until, he snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"Earth to Victoria? I've been calling out to you for awhile." Devan looks at me, worry on his face.

"Ahh, you were? I...didn't really notice because I was focused." I laugh, trying to laugh it off. He shrugs his shoulders before looking at the note in my hand.

"I can tell. Did you read anything up that could help?" Devan asks. I look down at the note before looking back at him.

"Not really. Though I do have a weird suspicion about the riddle..." I sigh, gripping the note tightly in my hand. I didn't even notice I was starting to crumple the paper until I turned to look at my hand again.

"Well, spill the beans. Maybe I could help, and Michael too." Devan grabs a chair from a nearby desk and sits on the opposite side of my desk.

I place the paper on the table before sliding it to him. He catches it with his hand before flipping it over, looking at it with a confused gaze. He lowers his hand before looking at me suspiciously.

"Well, do you think it was a suicide?" I ask, fidgeting with my hair as I wait for his response.

"Suicide? You mean the riddle?" Devan asks back. I nod with a reassuring smile. He looks down and puts his finger on his chin. He stays quiet before looking at me again.

"I guess so. The riddle says it was, and there wasn't any other evidence to prove it wrong. From what the teachers deducted in the note, I mean." Devan explains with an unsure smile. I nod before looking at the note in his hand.

"You...don't find it odd though?" I ask. He looks at me with confusion written on his face, again.

"Find what odd?" Devan places the paper back onto the table. He passes it over me and I catch it when he does. I flip the note over before frowning.

"The supposed 'suicide'. Isn't there...something missing? Something that doesn't fit right?" I ask. He looks at me before staying quiet. I wait for his answer, an awkward silence surrounding our conversation. I sigh before tapping on the table to get his attention.

"Maybe... Maybe i'm just overthinking this." I smile before abruptly standing up from my seat, making Devan look at me with an unsure gaze.

"Wait, Veronica." I look at Devan as he stands up from his seat as well.

"I don't find anything odd about the 'suicide' but we still can't dismiss your suspicion regarding it." Devan says with a firm tone. I smile before walking away and deciding to search the room.

Since I suspected the case wasn't a suicide but a murder instead, there must be some kinda proof or object I can use to prove it. Though, where should I start first is the question. I don't really have any hints on where this 'evidence' is, and I can't really ask Devan because he doesn't believe me that much. Though there's one person I haven't asked yet.

"Hey Michael, are you still busy over there?" I walk towards Michael, who was glaring at the cabinet as if it was his nemesis at this point. He turns to look at me, slightly frustrated, but still showing the nicest smile he could manage without looking furious.

"Not really. I haven't had any luck with this piece of..." Michael pauses. He inhales some air, holding his chest for support, before looking at me again.

"Gah, no use in calling it that. Anyways, need something?" Michael asks, folding his arms as he walks towards me.

"Well, I wanted to ask you something regarding the riddle." I reply. He nods before sitting down on a nearby chair, leaving me standing up in front of him.

"Oh, found something helpful? Need some advice? Though I don't think i'm helpful on that last one." Michael mumbles. I cough, getting back his attention.

"Its about the note that's mentioned in the riddle. Isn't there...something off about it?" I question. He hums, scratching his head and closing his eyes to think.

"Uhh, I don't think so. The suicide seems pretty legit to me. I mean, who the hell wouldn't think is legit after all the info it menioned." Michael replies, almost sounding like he was furious. Its probably because he's triggered at that cabinet. I nod before walking away from him.

'Sheesh, he didn't need to answer me in a way where he still sounds pissed. I mean I know that cabinet is hell to open, but don't take it out on other people.' I sigh, trying to think about another topic to think about.

It seems that i'm the only one who thinks it wasn't a suicide among the three of us. There must be some sort of thing that I could show to them to prove it wasn't a suicide. I walk towards the table that had the evidence we found as of now. I pick up the note from the table before skimming through it, trying to find important details I could use to my knowledge.

'The victim had bruises, knife wounds, and a slit on both her wrists...' I place the note back down on the table.

If the wounds were made a weapon, in this case, a knife, there must be a possibility its still in here. Though that's not a high possibility as police officers or teachers may have taken it already, if a letter writing by itself is possible, then finding a knife is possible to. I scan around the room, wondering where this knife could possibly be located at.

I walk towards the desk of each student, as there were names written on each one. I walk through aisle of chairs before standing in front of one seat.

'It seems this is Erika Walker's seat, judging from the name plate plastered on it.' I touch the rough surface of the wooden table, feeling a slight prick from the wood sticking out of it.

I walk around the desk until I was behind the chair accompanied with the desk. I pull the chair back and notice there was a drawer in the desk. Curious, I pull the drawer, hearing the slight scratching of metal as I slid it open, making me cringe at the sound. What I found inside however, was a bottle of pills, sleeping pills to be exact.

'Sleeping pills? Time to 'investigate'...'I smile to myself, soon cringing at the detective remark I made to myself.

I grab the bottle from inside the drawer, closing the drawer back afterwards. I examine the bottle's contents, reading its label and the materials that were used to make the pills itself. I shake the bottle softly, not hearing any 'rattle' coming from it.

'What? There's nothing inside...' I look at the bottle, continuing to shake it just to make sure.

I tilt my head in confusion, staring at it before looking at the cap. I grip the cap and unscrew it. It pops off and place it on the table. I look inside and notice there's a piece of paper that was folded inside.

'There's a paper inside! Maybe I should read it and show it to the others after.' I flip the bottle over and place my hand under it. The paper falls out as it lands on my hand.

I clench my hand before stuffing it into my pocket, dropping the paper inside for later.

I look at the bottle and decide to keep it in my pocket, as uncomfortable that might feel later on. Any piece of evidence can help later on, from what I read in mystery novels and all. I approach the 'evidence desk' and slam my hands down on the table to get everyone elses attention. Devan and Michael turn to look at me, shock and confusion written all over their faces.

"Guys, I think I found something important." I exclaim. They walk towards me before looking at me suspiciously.

"While I was searching around, I found this." I fish through my pocket before pulling out the bottle of sleeping pills and placing it on the table.

"Sleeping pills? What student would have these?" Devan picks up the bottle, examining it carefully.

"That...I don't know. What I do know however, was that there was something inside." I explain. I put my hand back into my pocket before putting the folded piece of paper I found earlier on the table.

"Paper? No, a note?" Michael asks. I nod before picking the paper up with my index and middle finger, in a way that looked like I was doing a peace sign.

"Exactly. It could be a clue regarding the riddle." I smile at them proudly. They look at each other before they look at me once more.

"What are you trying to point out here, Veronica? It sounds like you're trying to prove something to us." Michael says, looking at me almost in a way that looked threatening.

"Well," I pause, sighing and looking at him straight in the eye. "Maybe it could prove something about what I mentioned earlier." I glare at him before coughing to calm myself.

"Which is why let's read this note so we could finish this already." I sigh before picking the paper up and unfolding it.

There was some weird goo stuck to it which was black? Red? I think it was a mix of both but it just felt squishy like slime. The paper looked crumpled, yellow sploches of who knows what covered its entire surface. It smelled like expired drugs and even had particles of crushed medicine on it, from the texture of it.

"The hidden secrets that hide within a person's wretched mind. Nobody knows, yet somebody knows. Physical wounds, but is that all there was? The truth was shed, but was it really the truth? Or was it a cascade of lies made for the better, or for the worse? Locked up without no one knowing.

Oh poor soul, locked in the dark, heed no light, yet heed our guardian's prayer. For even those who are one of us, will betray their comrades for the better. Afterall, didn't she hurt you for self-satisfaction? For that was her freedom but also her prison, to earn the attention and favor she wanted. Yes, it was, but your death was her repentance and sacrifice. For she, gave you poison and slashed your being with no remorse. Blessed thy name, and may your soul rest in heaven among the angels.

Amen"

"Was that a prayer?" Devan asks. I snap out of my thoughts before looking at him.

"Y-yeah, I think it was." I stammer. I look at the note again.

The note was really...poetic in a sense. Though its filled with emotions of melancholy, regret and possibly anger, from the parts near the end. Though some parts did draw me in, especially because some sound slightly similar to the riddle. Like the lines of "Didn't she hurt you for self satisfaction? For that was her freedom but also her prison, to earn the attention and favor she wanted? Yes, it was, but your death was her repentance and sacrifice."

One line however, made me suspicious. "For she, gave you poison and slashed your being with no remorse." made me question the riddle itself. I kind of understood the 'slashed your being' part, but what does it mean by poison? There were no bottle of poison pills or something along those lines that I found in the room, but there was the sleeping pills.

"Veronica, wait." Devan's voice snaps me back into reality. I look at him with an unsteady smile.

"Y-yeah? What is it?" I say, my mind still focused on the note and riddle itself.

"There's something on the back of the paper." Devan points at the note in my hand. I look down before flipping the note over to see more words etched on.

"FRoM WhAT yOu REAd, WaS IT a MUrdEr oR SuICIde?.?."

I stare at the paper, eyes almost popping out of my head from how I intense I stared at the paper. Michael looks at the note with furious eyes. Devan looked unfaced, but you can still see from the way that he looked at the note that there was a glint of fear in his eyes, even with his calm demeanor.

"...There's space under the question to write an answer, I think." Devan mumbles as he stares at the paper like it was a ferocious creature.

"W-what should we write?" I ask, unsure of what to do.

"Obviously suicide! All the details in the riddle leads to the answer, suicide!" Michael exclaims, panick obvious in his face.

"But w-we can't just decide off the bat! What happens if it's the wrong answer?" I ask, trying to calm Michael down with...a not so threatening and fearful voice because I was already at the peak of my stress at this point.

"So what? Murder might as well be the wrong answer too!" Michael shouts back, slamming his hands down on the table with full strength.

"But it could also be the correct one." Devan interrupts, making me and Michael look at him.

"Are you siding with her this time?" Michael sighs. Devan nods before looking at me.

"Since I was being a supposed douche bag from earlier, from the information I heard from you two, it's my turn to stop the next douche bag." Devan says, glaring at Michael. Michael looks down, moping like a grounded child.

"Thanks Devan, but what do we write if we're not even sure if it's a suicide or murder?" I ask, placing the note on the table.

"That...i'm not sure. Though since you highly think it's a murder or something along those lines, why not tell us some information on how you think it's a murder. Just so you could change our minds or something." Devan suggests with a reassuring smile. Michael nods along as he stays quiet, still cooling down after what just happened.

I wasn't really sure what I could possibly show them. Afterall, it was just a gut-feeling I had. There was truly no object of some sort that sparked that kinda 'if question' in my mind towards the riddle. Though, my mind kept telling me that 'this' was the proof I could use to change their minds. And I knew that I already had the statement I can explain to them to prove that 'this', was the evidence.

"The sleeping pills? How the hell is that related?" Michael speaks up as he looks at me pick up the bottle from the table. Devan hisses at him, making him stay quiet once more.

"Remember, the case is suicide. If any drug is swallowed in large amounts, it could prove fatal to the host." I explain.

"...It could even lead to cardiac-arrest or even more so, death." Devan mumbles. I nod as I stare at the empty, plastic bottle with a strong gaze.

"But if the victim overdosed, why are there knife wounds and bruises on her? From what it stated in the riddle and all." Michael asks. Devan looks at him before rolling his eyes, giving up his attempts to make Michael stay quiet. Besides, he asked a useful question anyways.

"Exactly. It doesn't add up to anything we found that seems to be a 'way of death' somehow." I explain. Michael nods before staying quiet once more.

"We didn't find any knife or blunt weapon as well, only the bottle of pills, which Veronica found." Devan glances at the bottle before looking back at me.

"It sounds pretty stupid to slit your wrists and hurt yourself while you overdose on pills..." Michael mumbles.We all stay silent as we reviewed our options.

"...Have we agreed on it then?" I speak up, wanting to break the silence.

"That it's a murder? Probably yes. I agree that it's a murder, so count that as my vote." Devan says as he passes the note back to me.

"Ehhh, I guess so. It leads up to it, so i'm in for the murder vote." Michael yawns. I nod before looking at the note. I put my hand into one of my pockets and hope that I had a random pen that I stole from the floor a few days ago.

"Ahh, one question Veronica. Before we write it down I mean." Devan taps on my shoulder, making me briefly look at him.

"Yes, what is it?" I ask, still checking my other pockets for a pen.

"The prayer from earlier. Since it's still evidence, what could it mean?" Devan asks. I pause before looking back up at him.

"...I don't actually know." I say, looking down and finally being able to find a pen.

"I think I know what it means." I look up and turn to look at where the voice came from. It was Michael, slouching on a nearby chair as if it was his sofa.

"Do tell, it could help." Devan smiles. Michael rolls his eyes before leaning in.

"So, basically what I got from that could be something that goes like this. 'There's this one person that probably got betrayed by a random dude or friend they had, but judging from the prayer, that betrayer is a girl. The reason why the girl betrayed the victim is kinda weird, but the riddle says it's for attention and for her own sadistic needs. She probably killed the victim with poison and a weapon.' That last part could only work if we go with that murder plan you had." Michael explains. We stare at him, dumbfounded and suprised from the sudden...burst of information?

"Right. Thanks for the info, Michael." I smile before turning to look at the paper, pencil in hand and worries dismissed.

This was it. We reached our decisions and it was time to answer and get what we needed. I slowly put the pencil's tip on the surface on the paper. I write down the statement "It was suicide" on the paper before lifting my pencil back up. There was an eerie silence that surrounded the area before we suddenly heard a 'click' echo throughout the room. I snap my head up and look around in confusion.

"I'll go check where it came from." Devan sighs before turning around and walking over to the desks.

"I'll check for in case it was the door." Michael grunts as he stands up from his seat, slouching as he walked towards the front door.

I nod at both of them, watching them walk away from me. I look down and look at the note before staring at it. There wasn't any changes to the paper, along with our surroundings either. It was only the sound of a 'click' that made us confused. I hear a drawer from the farthest side of the classroom, making me look up. I see Devan pull something out of the drawer.

"Its a letter." Devan waves the letter around, walking towards me with a worried face.

"This is really suspicious..." Michael states as he walks back to me and Devan. I roll my eyes before looking at the letter in Devan's hand.

"Let's read it together, shall we?" I smile, the two of them nod at me with prepared smiles.

Devan hands me the letter. I grip it in my hand, looking at it with a piercing gaze. I inhale before unfolding the paper. Devan and Michael lean in closer so they can see the contents of the letter.

"So it seems you guys were able to figure it out, hmm? That's good to know, but this is still the first process of many trials to come. Though, don't you feel sorry towards the 'victim'? By this point, yes, Felicity Grim is the bully and Erika Walker is the victim. Sad truly, but who can help it? Everyone has...sadistic tendencies every once in awhile, yes? Ahh, I should stop rambling on and on about random things. You three must be wondering what this letter is for, right? Well, I know you three have been trying to find one of the four Music Sheets, which is in this room. And i'm here to tell you that you can finally obtain it.

If you're all wondering where it is, its in that crappy locker in the back. I definitely understand how it was hell to open, it's old after all. But I specifically kept it jammed until you solved the riddle. Now, you must pardon me for the huge 'mess' I left in the locker. I forgot to clean up so what you'll see inside will be...the result of that. Oh, and i'm also very sorry for the horrific smell by the way, its been there for...I don't know how long. Now go on, open the locker. Though I must tell you...

Only Veronica Lard can open the locker, or else.

-I'm always watching,

Unknown"

I drop the letter, making it softly land on the desk. Devan and Michael turn to look at me, worry on their faces. I cover my mouth in shock, trying to comprehend the letter. This person know's my name, but how is the question? I don't know what I should do. The letter was...'okay' in a sense, but it SPECFICALLY said that I should open the locker. Not Devan, not Michael, but me.

"W-what s-should I d-do?.. What s-should I d-do?..." I stammer, repeating the same phrase over and over again. My hands shake as I try to keep my calm. I start shivering non-stop from the thought that something might happen to me if I open that locker, along with the sheer amount of stress and fear that piled up in my mind from the past few minutes.

"V-Veronica," Devan speaks up. I look up and turn to look at him. He looks worried yet calm, but I could still see the fear in his eyes.

"M-Maybe its a joke?.." Michael suggests. I look down and breathe. Maybe it is a joke. But what could be described as a joke in this place? A ghost? Blood leaking from the wall? Dead students here to kill us with gruesome methods? I don't really know.

I look up and turn around, gazing at the locker that stood at the corner of the wall. It looked menacing to me now, as if it was taunting me, calling me to come closer and to open it, just to swallow me in it and never open again.

I have to do it.

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Hello everyone! I'm back at it again with Class 46 newest chapter, Chapter 6-Murder or Suicide. Oh no, Unknown seems to know Veronica's last name, which made her horrified as well as the others. It also seems she's told to open the cabinet, not the others, or else something will happen. What do you think the rest of them will do knowing this? You guys can comment down what YOU think you'll do if you were in Veronica's shoes. Will you open it yourself, disobey, or leave it be? I hope you guys like the newest chapter and i'll see you all in the next one!

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