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Dean walked into the room, swiftly, casually. No one suspected him of being the murderer. However, no one knew he was also holding a colt .45 in his pocket. Dean had gone nearly insane since the break-up between him and Sharline. She had dumped Dean to go out with the large, 400-pound, foot-ball player. Dean had always been a bookworm, never, the athletic type. But, oh, he wanted Sharline back. Bad. He was supposed to have murdered the player days ago, but the butler got in the way, so he died instead. That wasn't good for Dean. The butler is always every ones first suspicion. However, now that the butlers dead, they'll have to go with the second most popular option: The X-boy friend. Only Sharline couldn't believe this. She always knew Dean as shy and sensitive, he didn't have the courage to pull the trigger. However, that miscalculation wouldn't end well for Sharline. Me, the author, and you, the reader, both know that Sharline, and the foot-ball player will soon be dead and Dean will also be dead, but by a different cause.......

Dean rubbed his colt .45 as he spotted Sharline standing next to the foot-ball player. Oh, Sharline. He remembered her well. Such as the times he'd gracefully offer his hand and they'd stroll in the park, smelling roses and identifying the different birds singing. Only Sharline knew the names of all of them. Now, she memorized the names of foot-ball players and lousy coaches. If only Sharline hadn't let her friend Evie take her to the foot-ball game. If only Sharline hadn't gotten lost and found herself face to face with 400 pounds of muscle (Or fat, as Dean assumes.). If only none of this had happened, then Sharline would never face the awful demise she would soon meet. Dean loved Sharline. It's still a shock that Dean was the one who killed Sharline in the end. Sharline, Dean, the foot-ball player (Whose name I will not reveal), and a short, balding detective. The detective had come to tell who had murdered the butler. The detective said, in a voice just dripping in maple syrup:

"Dean."

Now, before I continue, I'd like to answer a question that might be in your mind. Why did the detective seem so happy to be rid of Dean? It was because of a long hatred that the detective had for Dean. Firstly, the detective's name was Allen. There's no particular reason he was named that, it's just his name. However, Allen was balding for a reason. During the fifth grade, Dean had accidentally dropped a tube his dad had given him on Allen's head. The liquid in the tube caused Allen to slowly lose his hair. What the liquid was, or who it was to be given to is till a mystery, or simply confidential. Allen held a grudge towards Dean, as Allen intended to have long hair, and become a tough motor-cycle dude. But he started losing hair, and too many gangs of motor-bike riders had a bald member, leaving Allen's dreams crushed. Allen disguised himself as a detective, so he could blame Dean for the murder. However, as fate would have it, Allen's enemy really was the murderer. Dean's face turned white when he was pointed as the murderer. Sharline gasped. The foot-ball player burped rudely, then grudged. Dean ran out the building. Allen hadn't anticipated Dean being the murderer, so he didn't react when Dean ran away. The foot-ball player's reactions were too slow, and he ended up tackling Allen, instead of Dean. And Sharline was too shocked to move. Regaining her conscious, Sharline cried out: "Dean!  Come back!" But it was too late. Oh, it was much too late........

Dean was on the run. He was a murderer. Police were searching for him. Residents were asked to stay in-doors. Dean hated himself. If it wasn't for Sharline, Dean would've killed himself. After-all, Sharline was all he had left to live for. Two nights later, Dean broke into Sharline's house without any-one seeing him. Dean had seen the foot-ball player walk into Sharline's house, so this was his chance. Dean's colt .45 hadn't left his pocket in three days. Dean squeezed it as if he were milking it. He tip-toed through Sharline's house until he saw Sharline and the foot-ball player, embraced in each-other on Sharline's fancy white couch. Dean shot the foot-ball player. The foot-ball player tumbled down, dead. Sharline almost died from shock. Dean didn't want to shoot Sharline. But remember, Sharline and the foot-ball player were hugging. Now, the foot-ball player was on top of Sharline. With Sharline pushing the foot-ball player off, and Dean pulling him off, they would've gotten him off. However, Sharline looked at Dean in the eyes before Dean could even offer to help. Sharline spoke:

"You......you.......I hate you......"

Dean almost passed out after that. He stared at Sharline for a few seconds. Then turned away and left. Sharline was trapped, alone, and heart-broken. Dean felt the same way, only metaphorically. However, the details of what happened next is too gruesome. I must end the story right here. All you must know, is at the end, Dean dies in an incident involving fire, and a stew-pot. Allen dies, in an incident that involves water and anger. And the final thing to know, is that this story does not live happily ever after. It ends darkly and mysteriously. The end? Yes. Sadly, yes......