──────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────────── Dr. Blakely scrambled around for a quill. This threat wasn't the usual kind such as robbing, ransom, kidnapping his now dead nephew. This was different. The person who was sending them was different. So everything in his response needed to be different. The ink, the quill, and most importantly of all; The handwriting. When he found his long scroll of parchment paper, he tore off a rather long piece. Dr. Blakely finally found the proper quill and already new which handwriting to use. All that was left was the ink. What ink-like substances did he have. 'My blood'. He remembered with a jolt. He would use his blood as the ink. He sat down, pulled open the third drawer on his desk to his right. There was a wooden box, with beautiful engravings upon it. He opened the box and took out one of it's contents, laid it on the desk, and used a nearby poker to smash the remainents of the box. It was a silver knife, perfectly shaped, moulded, and carved. He took it and slashed it across the left side of his chest. Though it was painful, he dipped his quill into the gash and started writing. 'Nice to hear from you again, Abbadon...' Dr. Blakely made sure to add some splatters, prayed to the gods that he would be allowed in heaven, and took his last breath. ──────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────────
──────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────────── Creds to: Dr. Taylor Alison Swift for the music : No body, no crime p1n for the pic And ME! for the writing! hope you enjoyed
