The Lady in Red stood near a bookshelf, always watching. She watched as Belmont was lifted off the ground, and as the killer stabbed him. Some of the blood hit her cheek. She smudged it before walking over to the door and opening it for the killer to leave. Mr. Belmont was still screaming like a banshee, trying to stop the blood, but his gasps were drowning out like a fish out of water. Someone would hear him, and they'd be there soon. She stepped out, following the shadow through a secret door.
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[HEADING=1]Mr. Monte Belmont is the killer's second victim! Time to dispense another round of mob justice![/HEADING]
Sheamus sets down his glass and chases Piotr, chasing after the screams. They run through a maze of hallways, Connolly struggling to keep up with the Cossack's speed. The whiskey burns. His sprint becomes a jog, then slows to a defeated walk. Chomski has outpaced him easily.
Connolly loses his bearings as the man's voice fades. He keels, resting on his knees as he catches his breath. His pounding heart and hoarse breath drown the drumming of the rain.
He turns a corner and spots the Russian stepping into a room. He walks by the door and peers inside.
There lies that quiet fellow, still clutching the wounds on his chest.
As Alex left the room, he heard a scream, followed by the sound of footsteps. At first he thought someone was running away, but he noticed the footsteps where going towards the scream. He considered following to see what had happened, but it seemed obvious what had occurred. Most likely another person dead. Three corpses in an incredibly short space of time, and it was starting to look like someone really was out to kill them all.
Alex wondered what the other people in the mansion had done to deserve their place in this wretched hell hole. He lingered on this thought, all kinds of heinous potential crimes flickering through his mind.
"Nein" Alex muttered to himself. "I can't be drawn into this sick game".
He wondered off in the opposite direction to the scream. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, he just had to keep himself busy.
My apologies Schiz. Totally missed your post. I'm going to slot it in where RaNDM put it.
Also going to edit in running now.
"T'e famous Calvin Stafford. I swear t'at bleeding Cossack wouldn't shut up about you."
Calvin couldn't even get out a what before he was immediately bear-hugged from behind by a large man.
"I do not believe it. It be Calvin Stafford! You famous! What you doing here?!"
The actor tried to cough out something along the lines of "I'd tell you if you put me down", however the lack of air in his lungs was complicating that. Fortunately his drinking buddy came to his aid.
"Ah, thank you. Well, to answer your question my good man, I was summoned here by invitation, and curiosity got the best of me. Admittedly, I did not think there would be anything as sinister as murder going on. It is a worrying development."
This guy sounds too much like my compatriots back home. This is not good. He could blow everything.
Just then, screaming. Lots of it. The two gentlemen with him took off and Calvin decided to follow suit. Once they had stopped, it became clear that another guest had been cut down by whoever wanted to start silencing people.
Another one! In such a short time! This is becoming a very deadly party. Definitely not good. I can't be here with all this.
Sorry about falling behind. Holidays and family stuff going on. Going to edit in a bit here where Ray explored the store room, found something, heard the scream through the ventilation or something and came up stairs. Can't tonight, staying up too late as it is even just to write this. z.z
Ray ignored Henry, pressing on with his exploring. The kid killed a guy in cold blood.
Don't care how well you play pal, I don't like how willing you were to jump in and do the deed.
He came upon a store room. Dusty and misused.
"Great, totally lost..."
He leaned against a wooden panel and it moved. Curious, he shoved at it and it revealed a passageway. He was about to climb through when he heard a scream through the vents.
"Oh god..."
Ray spun around, leaving the hidden door open. He made his way up until he stumbled upon another party guest. His eyes recieved the unspoken answer to his unspoken question.
Another murder.
They looked at each other carefully.
He could be the killer.
Ray walked slowly away, leaving him standing there. He made his way back into the bar room. The grisly scene of the first murder was still there. He leaned against the counter and picked picked out a bottle of moonshine. It was bootleg stuff, not like the good old per-prohibition drinks he had been guzzling earlier.
"A terrible drink for a terrible night."
He sat there, waiting. Someone would call for justice. Someone would die.
Christmas. But today, the halls are decked with blood. Near Mr. Belmont's fresh corpse was a small, brown, glass bottle of liquid, marked Truth. A quick whiff identified it as chloroform. Another message was written on one of the books the man had been reading.
Find the truth
Kill the lie
The survivors were trapped like rats, and haphazardly pointed fingers all around. They were all balled up about what was happening, of course. No one could decide who was gonna get it this time around. No one, that is, until now.
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[HEADING=1]The next victim has finally been chosen![/HEADING]
Henry simply laughed at Ray's pretend-ignorance and continued following him until the screaming started. Another victim huh. He made his own way towards the screaming and watched from a distance. The liquid bottle caught his interest, although not as much as the bloody writing.
You wouldn't think it, but underneath her silk gloves, Ms. Von Himmelsblaut's hands were red too.
How often the choice bit of calico had closed her hands around the neck of some dumb Dora who hadn't had the brains to get away. She was a killer. She was the daughter of a hotel mogul. A dirty, rotten, hotel that used slave/prostitutes to keep their business. And who was in charge of keeping the disposables in line? Amanda.
The three men knew who she was, and they thought she was the killer. How couldn't she be? She wasn't at any of the killings. She disappeared the minute they set foot in the mansion.
It was easy, they just used the small bottle to knock her out. Then the realization: there were no more bullets. Of course none of them would just beat her to death. She was a looker, and none of them had the stones to kill her right out, even if she was unconscious. So they came to a conclusion.
They would throw her off the roof.
No witnesses to what they would do, and no one would hear her hit the ground. Even if they did, it was dark, and they wouldn't be able to get outside and look at her body. Or so they thought. Unfortunately, in the dark, they didn't notice the small moonroof in one of the roofs below.
*CRASH*
Amanda's body crashed down through the glass, the shatter echoing through the whole mansion.
Whoever found her would note her twisted limbs, half open eyes, her slashed face and dress, and her skull, cracked open like an egg.
sky14kemea was not able to write her death, so this time I've written it. If anyone wants to volunteer to write a death in case someone else doesn't have the time, go ahead and PM me.
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[HEADING=1]The undiscriminating mob has executed Amanda Von Himmelsblaut! Who's next up to the guillotine? Time for the Killer and Physician to go at it again![/HEADING]
Emile jumped as he heard the sound akin to a bomb going off in the distance. He heard it in the direction he came from. Emile calculated that it was probably the best case scenario for him to get as far away from the sound as possible as it probably was bad news to be there. There were three doors leading out of the dining room, one to the left and right of him with the one he just came from, behind him. After a bit of thinking he chose the door leading to the left.
The hallway was this time a different design than the last. There were more paintings adorned on the walls and several marble busts of people he didn't know of. At least these paintings weren't that of the Lady in Red who was burned into his head. She's probably the woman who owns the mansion and the one keeping him and everybody else inside. If he ever caught her then he would give her something more than words.
After a bit of walking he saw a flickering light from a fire. Emile followed it to a Billiard room. On the walls were heads of various animals ranging from Elks to Rhinos. In the middle of the room there was predictably the Billiard table surrounded by seats and on the wall near it was the sticks. On the other side of the room was a fire place with seats near the flickering flames. Emile crept closer to the dying fire to warm up but at the bottom of the fire was smoldering papers, likely documents needing to be disposed of. Emile crouched and grabbed a few that were only partially burned. On the papers were nothing but numbers and lists of furniture or clothing, no names as he hoped for. The papers were receipts and nothing more much to Emile's disappointment.
"Tonight, death rides quickly, and there is no one to stay his hand..." The Lady in Red watched them quietly from a small hole in the ceiling. Of course, they had no idea who was going to die next, but she did. What interested her more, tonight, was the silence. There was almost no one hindering the slow slaughter. They would all pay for what they did.
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As Emile poked through the dying embers he noticed a piece of metal buried underneath all the papers. It was an old and heavy key, to hot to handle.
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Calvin, Piotr, and Sheamus were now close by two dead bodies, that of the late Monte and Amanda. While they might have been sure that Monte had been killed, Amanda might have been the killer. The room she had fallen into was a bedroom, and she had fallen at the foot of the bed. The moonlight was complimented by a few candles here and there. It was hard to see the blood, everything in the room was dark colored. This room did not have any coverings to protect it from the dust, and cobwebs had settled everywhere. Underneath it all, however, were a few pieces of gold jewelry and a few pictures and documents.
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[HEADING=1]The Killer has struck! Is there no end to the madness?[/HEADING]
Richard watched the watch tick slowly by. Every second counted a second less that he had to live.
He knew what this meant, yet for some reason this did not worry him.
Purpose was his motivator. the ideea of a better future his aim. For Richard, the idea that this "Better Future" would be British led and such was of little concern.
Richard remained confident in his country. A confidence that failed him.
Like the others, Richard Westleigh had no idea who the killer was, or if he had been found by some vigilante. But when faced by the single figure in front of him, he fought back. They traded blows for a minute, but the killer was stronger. He smashed a fist into Richard's face, breaking his nose with a crunch, sending him sprawling to the floor. Quickly, he grabbed a nearby candlestick and bashed the young man over the head with it. Once. Twice. Blood hit the walls and ceilings. Finally he jammed it into Richard's eye, and he stopped moving.
The killer stood up, wiping his hands and face.
"He was a human trafficker, you know. Sold hundreds of children into prostitution and slavery."
Silence.
"There are worse people than you here. Don't chicken out."
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Unfortunately Sanguine is having some family issues right now and asked me to go ahead and post his death. I edited it a little because he wrote a lynch and not a murder.
[HEADING=1]Mr. Richard Westleigh was the killer's third victim! It's time to vote again![/HEADING]
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