The death of Malcolm Mills was a surprise. A man in his early 70s with great talent and a promising future was found dead last night. He was found in his studio, lying on the ground with a knife jammed in his neck. Nobody knew what had happened to him, or who it was that had committed the murder. Malcolm was carried to the hospital and up until now, the horrific image of him being carried to the ambulance is the only thing you can find in the newspaper. In the pictures, he looked like a ghost, with a blanket covering him, shoulders down. His face had started to become purple, and his eyes were completely shut. Although he had only been dead for a few hours, it seemed as if he had been dead for months. Alongside Malcolm was his sculpture, the …show more content…
He taught me how to sculpt realistic animals. He taught me how to play mumblety-peg. He helped me get my first job. And you- you just kill him?” “Am not saying he wasn't a good guy. He just doesn't mean anything to me. If it weren't for me, I would still be in that shitty town. Don't you think I did him a favor? His death is what made him achieve success. Is the reason he will be anyone” “No! He could have been successful without you. Mills had great talent!” “Then why don't you do anything?” He said, staring at me with an angry look on my face. “Wha-what?” “You heard me. You were there when I jammed that knife into him. You were right along with me-” “No! I wasn't there, I wasn't there, I wasn't there!” I said as tears poured from my face. He didn't reply, but simply looked at me. I felt the sculpture moving, quickly cornering me. “You weren’t there,” he said. perhaps I mistaken you” “I wasn't there!” “You know, I think I did see you there. I think you were the one who told me to do it. For that you should pay” he said, leaning in. Before he could do anything, I punched him, making the sculpture collapse. My lifeless body was found later that night, with a knife on my wrist, and the sculpture completely