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wl_fanfictionTitle: Whose Murders are they Anyway?
Author: xwexwillxrisex
Pairings (later on): brad/ryan, drew/wayne
Summary: After 5 years, the killer of the whose line cast turns themself in.
Author: xwexwillxrisex
Pairings (later on): brad/ryan, drew/wayne
Summary: After 5 years, the killer of the whose line cast turns themself in.
"I killed them.
Every last one of them.
It didn't take much to reel them in. I was just being friendly. None of them had any idea what fate had in store for them. Now you might ask, What was your motive to murder everyone that was on a show called Whose Line is it Anyway? The answer was very simple, I wanted to commit the perfect crime. I also hated every last one of them. What sparked such hatred I don't know, but I was at the point that when I heard any of their names, I wanted to beat the living hell out of whoever spoke of them. It made me sick to even look at them. Anyway let me get back on track. Obviously you know that the killer was never caught. Why no one ever suspected the only living Whose Line improviser is beyond me, but I accomplished my goal didn't I? I went through questioning with police every time I killed one of them, we all did, and never was I a suspect. The case went cold over time and everyone started to think it was just some physco fan. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into the 5 years that passed before I decided to turn myself in. You must think im insane for doing so, being that I could have lived the rest of my life not having to worry about getting caught, but one night I had a dream about them. The dream reminded me of how kind and loving they were to me. None of them did anything to deserve the horrible way I slaughtered them, I actually regret doing it."
"Is that all?" Detective Christianson asks. "Thats all." The killer sighs, tears forming in their eyes. "Don't I tell you how I killed them?" The murderer asks choking back sobbs. "You'll have to wait until the trial." Christianson replied not the least bit moved by the physcopath's fake tears. He then proceded to take the killer back to their holding cell to wait for arraignment the next morning. 'This will be an interesting trial.' He thought as he was going home. 'Very interesting.'
Every last one of them.
It didn't take much to reel them in. I was just being friendly. None of them had any idea what fate had in store for them. Now you might ask, What was your motive to murder everyone that was on a show called Whose Line is it Anyway? The answer was very simple, I wanted to commit the perfect crime. I also hated every last one of them. What sparked such hatred I don't know, but I was at the point that when I heard any of their names, I wanted to beat the living hell out of whoever spoke of them. It made me sick to even look at them. Anyway let me get back on track. Obviously you know that the killer was never caught. Why no one ever suspected the only living Whose Line improviser is beyond me, but I accomplished my goal didn't I? I went through questioning with police every time I killed one of them, we all did, and never was I a suspect. The case went cold over time and everyone started to think it was just some physco fan. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into the 5 years that passed before I decided to turn myself in. You must think im insane for doing so, being that I could have lived the rest of my life not having to worry about getting caught, but one night I had a dream about them. The dream reminded me of how kind and loving they were to me. None of them did anything to deserve the horrible way I slaughtered them, I actually regret doing it."
"Is that all?" Detective Christianson asks. "Thats all." The killer sighs, tears forming in their eyes. "Don't I tell you how I killed them?" The murderer asks choking back sobbs. "You'll have to wait until the trial." Christianson replied not the least bit moved by the physcopath's fake tears. He then proceded to take the killer back to their holding cell to wait for arraignment the next morning. 'This will be an interesting trial.' He thought as he was going home. 'Very interesting.'
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