The Boy with the Purple Eyes

[April 14, 2011] Hi there! So, I'm going through this story and fixing/editing it as I go along. I'll be replacing the older chapters with the newer edited ones so that the story can remain up. As of right now, only this chapter has been edited. I'm hoping to fix up this story along with all my other older ones so that they won't be so crappy.

Constructive criticism is very much appreciated!

March 11, 1973

Well, my brother suggested that I start this thing. He said that it would help me cope with all the cases that I've done. I honestly don't think that it'll help at all. Some of them are just too ingrained in my brain, but I guess I could try.

I might as well introduce myself. The name's Gilbert Beilschmidt and I'm the most awesome man alive. Really, I am. I'm the head detective in this city and I solve murders for a career. It's an ok job I guess. The way I see it, someone has to do it anyway so why not the most awesome man on the planet? Anyway, with this whole journal thing…I guess I'm supposed to write about the murders I've experienced so that I won't be so caught up on them. Honestly though, I think Ludwig's afraid that all the death and gore will eventually affect my mentality and make me go crazy or something like that…Whatever. I'm invincible so no amount of gore or death can make me lose my marbles. Anyhow, on to the murders.

Let see… ah! The murder that happened just last week. A woman called the station saying that her husband had been murdered with an ax. When we arrived at the scene, we all noticed the condition of the deceased. He was cut in half across his midsection if I remember correctly and was sprawled out across their living room floor.

That morning, I went with my brother to the house where it happened. He's the chief of this city's police department, in case I haven't mentioned it before. Anyway, we both headed out there and found the wife all hysterical and the like. She was acting kind of suspicious when we arrived. Her crying looked forced and the report she gave one of the onsite officers didn't match up with the one she gave to our telephone operators. When I noticed that, I got a hunch that she did it and I mentally placed her on the top for suspects of this crime. My hunch was only heightened when I took one good look at the crime scene and could tell that it was staged. From the looks of it, she committed the murder and set it up so that it looked like someone else had trashed her house and killed her husband. I quickly told this to my brother and he took her in for questioning. She was arrested later that day for murdering her husband to get the insurance money. Score as of now, me 101, (not literally of course. I've had way more cases than that) murderers and the like 0. I'm just so awesome.

There is nothing that I can't solve. In all my years of being a detective I've found one thing that all murderers have in common with each other: They're greedy as hell. Every murderer I've been against, greed was their motivation. Anything for the green to fill their bottomless pockets.

But enough with this conclusion of mine, I've got something better to say. I started a new case today, a very special case. When I walked in through the door of the office today, at six pm after a quick break, there was my brother, a new case file in hand. I took the file and opened it, itching to start a new one, only this time I was a little disappointed. It was a kidnapping. Normally I don't do kidnappings but my brother thought that I needed a break from homicide for once. I was pissed but he said that it would give me a challenge. I laughed in his face. Give me a challenge? Please, I've taken down some of the worst criminals in the city. A kidnapping would be nothing. Like I said, there's nothing I can't solve. A simple kidnapping would be a walk in the park.

Lets see…the victim was a young ten year old boy. From what I saw from the case picture he's blonde, pale, small for his age, wears glasses, and has a twin brother. Interesting. From the report, he and his brother were supposed to walk home after school. However, the other twin had decided to stay for a game of baseball, thus forcing his twin to walk home alone. The boy got home around five pm yet his brother, the victim, had not made it back…And that's the end of the notes. Given the information, it doesn't even sound like his is a kidnapping at all. I mean he could have just run off or something.

I set up a meeting with the family tomorrow so maybe it'll shed some light on what happened. Like I said earlier, this case will be done soon enough as there's nothing I, the great and awesome Gilbert, can't solve. Besides, murders are much harder than this will ever be.

~Gilbert the Awesome