Bun-buns the Murderer

Snatch nearly fainted with disbelief. "Sc-scott is Bun-buns?!" He was  practically frozen with disbelief. He started trembling, his fists  shaking. Raza knew why it was so tough on him, Scott was his hero. To  lose your hero.. it just was too painful.

She then remembered how  torn she was when she first learned Scott's secret. She had looked up  to Scott, heck she liked him. Maybe he was her hero, until she found all  of that out.

Scott finally started to talk, with his hat  covering his eyes. "Yes, I am Bun-buns the murderer." Buzz still said  nothing, Scott was still in complete shock, but Raza..... she was in  thought. She decided it was time to get answers.

"So why'd you do it?!" she screamed at Scott without fear.

"Do what?!" Scott replied back.

"Why did you kill all of those innocent people?!" Raza demanded, a tear dripped down her face.

"What, you think I wanted to kill them?!" Scott screamed. He also appeared to be crying.

"....Then why did you?" Raza asked through clenched teeth,

By that time, Snatch and Buzz were becoming scared of both Scott and Raza. They seemed to have a long history.

Scott sighed, "Fine, I'll tell you why..." another tear left his face.

"I  was the youngest sibling out of 84 rabbit children. I was the forgotten  one, the ignored one. No one can give all of their 84 children  attention and love.

But I never got any.

All I ever got was hate.

I never did anything wrong.

They made fun of me for my name. My full real name was Bun-buns Simitious, Jerold and Scott were nicknames.

They always laughed at my petty name. Always insulting me, leaving me hating all of them.

One day, I couldn't take it anymore.

I  was 10 years old. I had dealed with 10 years of that hell they gave me  on a daily basis. My oldest brother, Samuel had been laughing at my name  once again in the kitchen. He flung insult after insult at me, only for  his pure amusement. That's when a thought occurred to me. Why not kill  him? He had treated me this way for years along with everyone else. He  meant nothing to me.

I soon found the sharpest knife in the kitchen  drawer. I looked into it's blade and saw my eyes. I then proceeded  towards Samuel who's back was turned to me. He was still laughing, but  what he never knew, was that I was the one who ended his laughter.

I  stabbed him in the back with the sharp knife. He shrieked in pain as  blood rushed out of his back. He fell to the floor coughing blood. It  took the knife out of his back, and then stabbed his head. His snow  white fur had been dyed red with his blood as he collapsed to the  ground.

Once this was done, I smiled. I felt no pain, no sadness, no  guilt, or no regret. His death was what brought happiness to me. I then  realized the rest of them would find out and try to get rid of me.

But I got rid of them.

They  all suffered a similar fate. One by one I killed them all. Sally was  decapitated by my knife. Jerry was chopped limb by limb until he was  just a pile of flesh. William suffered several injuries.

Only one of  them grew suspicious of me. That was my sister Antjia who was the second  youngest in the family. By the time she did anything, she was too late.

She was the last one to die. Antjia tried to reason with me, she escaped my many attempts to kill her.

But,  I finally got her one day. She was locked in the windowless basement  with me and I said this was her end. She pleaded for mercy, despite my  efforts to tell her that I don't do mercy.

However I didn't kill her.

I left her down there, locked in that room.

When I came back, I saw something I didn't except.

Antjia had hung herself.

Soon after all of this, the police came in looking for answers. My alibi was flawless, I had gotten away with it."

"So when do I come into all of this?" Raza interrupted. "Why can't I remember anything?"

"I'm getting to that." Scott replied.

"Years  later, I found myself with the need to kill again. However this time I  was older, it wouldn't be as easier. That's when I got an idea.

I  went to the police who clearly remembered me from before. I told them  about the murderer who killed them all, making myself sound like a  witness to it all. I dubbed him 'Bun-buns' and claimed to of seen him.  They left me to investigate, giving me the job and everything. It was  perfect, I could get away with murder and be the only witness.

But then you came in.

You  were 3 years younger than me. You had come for a job as a detective,  and you claimed it was your dream to be one. They made me your mentor,  and at first I felt happy. It seemed so perfect.

But it wasn't.

With  you being around me all the time, you would soon find out my secret.  You could then tell your father, and he could tell the police. I could  of been caught.

But I wasn't, I had devised a plan.

You see, they  had created a new type of pill that makes you forget things. The more  pills you take, the more you forgot. They were supposed to help people  forget nightmares.

I used them to make you forget your father.  Instead I tricked you into thinking I adopted you as an orphan. Then, I  always did the killing at night so we could 'investigate' in the day. I  thought you'd never find out.

I was wrong.

That father of yours, Taro Watt attacked me several times for me to give you back. I never let him win.

Years later I killed Peggy Win after she came in to tell me about the killer.

And then we got here."

Scott was finished, after all of that he became quiet for a great amount of time.

Raza was filled with mixed emotions, "This is all true...." she thought. She remembered everything now.

Scott  started to speak again, "But with all of this said Raza, it doesn't  have to end. We can leave this place and go back to our job."

Raza smirked, "And let you kill them? And let you kill more people?"

"They can't know Raza dear." Scott replied, "Just we can."

"Hmp."  Raza had to act. He was trying to be sweet now, but he would most  likely kill her later too. "No one will know if I killed you." she said  in a loud whisper. She then raised a gun at Scott.