Of all the crimes that can be committed, genocide is the worst.
The remains of many victims were strewn across the floor. The CSI's were at different places across the city where the scene was very similar.
The victims had been slashed open at the center, allowing their insides to spill out onto the ground. They found row upon row of these victims; they had all died in the same fashion.
Back at the lab, they tried to piece together the tangled web of clues. A white hair, strange prints, and barely decipherable graffiti.
After many hours of contemplation, their shift was over, and they all went home, puzzling over the clues.
As they were sleeping, the horror of the case haunted their minds.
Then suddenly, all of it clicked in Greg's head. He woke up and he rushed over to the lab, calling his co-workers as he went.
All of them were groggy and disoriented as Greg explained the case to them. Slowly, the same look of realization spread across the faces of the other CSI's.
We've got him! They all happily proclaimed.
So they piled into a van, and drove of to get their suspect. They found him, put him in a bag, and brought him back to headquarter. Then it was just him and Grissom sitting across from one another in an interrogation room, while the others watched from behind the glass.
"Why did you do it? They were all defenseless. Why commit an act of genocide? What had they ever done to you?"
"All of my life, I've been tortured and teased. This was my only means of retribution and I took it."
"This was a brutal hate crime!"
"No! What happened to me was a hate crime! This was fair and deserved!"
"Why, what happened to you?" Grissom said, clearly unhappy.
"All I ever wanted was to be included, but they always taunted me. 'Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.'"
"That's awful, but why do this?" A look of realization had spread across the CSI's faces.
"If I can't have them, no one can!" And the rabbit broke down into sobs and laughs.
He was locked in the loony bin.
After the interrogation, the CSI's gathered in the break room, lamenting their lost cereal.
"Now what am I going to eat for breakfast?" Nick sobbed. Cath and Sara put their arms around him as he cried.
"This was the case of a deranged cereal killer," said Grissom.
THE END
The reasons for this story are:
A study hall, and nothing better to do
t-shirts that say cereal killer
My friend who will be known as Pandamoose, and I talking in French class
The very unkind Trix commercials
and The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, with the conversation about how mean it is to have the rabbit being teased.
AND to make up for my tragic fanfiction
thanks for reading.