Okay, so all I can say is Hi everyone! :) I've been really idle between school and what not but one night a random story came to my head. SOme of this may not be 100% correct for all you CLUE obsessioners. And I wrote this in a matter of 1 day. I'm really confident you will all like it :) Thank you for reading.

The Boddy Mansion is considered the most beautiful home in all of Virginia. Its three stories towered over every tree and car that surrounded the house. It was enclosed in stone with dark wood windows and doors, carrying between floor to ceiling or small ones with shutters. The shutters were dark crimson red and the roof was gloomy brown. The lawn was a rich and healthy green as it stretched for miles. A long stone driveway led all the way to the back of the lot past the house and the hedge maze. The garage, identical to the house, held up to 10 cars and the drive way could hold anywhere from 20 to 30. It was a dark night with a full harvest moon lighting the back of the house. The stars glistened over the yard, speckling the deep night sky. The lights in the house were all on, creating yellow illuminations. Someone could see many guests in the main room and running around the rest of the house was the ever so busy staff.

Pulling into the driveway was a long black limousine. The driver left the front seat and moved to open the door leading to the lengthy black back seat. Exiting the car was a tall and lean woman in a very compact turquoise dress. The piece was so tight it showed every curve she owned. The back was flowing with peacock feathers that trailed behind her making her look like the real thing. Her hands were clad with long white gloves that held a slick black handle. On the end of the handle was a mask, it was gold and turquoise with peacock feathers identical to her dress. Her jewelry was gold and obviously expensive as it had hung on her neck and covered her ear lobe. Her skin was a rich tan like she spent all of the day in the sun. Her eyes were a bright green; they darted around as she looked over the lot. She had auburn hair that ended at her mid neck; it parted on the left and curled down in a very flapper style. She appeared to be anywhere around 20 to 30. She walked with an essence of nobility almost like she took her knight in shining armor and through him out the window. This woman could obviously save herself.

As she entered the party scene she looked around with the mask covering her face trying to see if she could figure out anyone but there were too many people and well created masks. The room was tall with dark wooden walls. With wooden floor to ceiling windows that looked over the lot. At the front was a band that played jazzy music. The lead singer was running around the stage like the microphone was trying to eat him. Many people moved in and out of the rooms of the house. She noticed at the front of the room was a man who stood against a wall in a deep black suit watching the room with a nonchalant manner. The young woman felt herself walking towards him. He looked over at her as she reached his side.

He was around 25 years of age, or so it appeared from behind his mask. His suit was black and his tie was a forest green that matched his hanker chief. Her side glanced eyed him up stopping to look at his intricate and expensive watch. He had hazel eyes darker than hers as they made eye contact. She continued to look up, breaking the long stare. His hair was shaggy and brown like he worked hard to make it look effortless. His personality said –leave me alone- but yet she couldn't help but want to touch him.

"Ma'am, as much as I love being eyed up but could I help you?"

She swallowed down her nervousness, which was saying something because she never had gotten like this before. She was strong and noble, but he was doing things to her that one could say was inexplicable.

"I was attempting to figure out who you are. But I don't seem to know."

"Ahh I see, well I'm not exactly on the guest list. So you might want to stop while you can."

"Oh, party crasher?"

"No, party thrower." He says looking at her face to face instead of occasional side glances now.

She didn't let the shock show on her face. Mr. Verde was right there and yet she couldn't even tell.

"Oh, Mr. Verde, I apologize" She said her face flushing a tad. He let a smile slide over his face revealing his bright white teeth. "So then, do you know who I am?"

"Of course, an elite party thrower must know his guest. Your name is Marie Gold, gossip columnist and heir to the Royal Peacock Magazine. You enjoy reading blabbermouth gossip articles and stories about three headed alien babies. "

"It was four, and was proven false."

"It's all false Miss Gold."

"Not all of it."

"Most of it."

She lowered her mask to reveal her beautiful flawless face and all the anger that was shown on it.

"I just like to know what's going on; I'm not trying to hurt anyone, unlike you. I just like to keep updated, so I don't know why you are acting like it is so bad."

"I'm sorry Miss Gold, but I refuse to have this discussion, I have had it with your sister and that didn't work out well."

He pushed himself off of the wall and made his way through the crowd until he was gone all together. She raised her mask back to her face feeling back to incognito. She moved through the crowd slowly trying not to get stepped on or have wine spilled on her. A man steps backwards and bumps her into a couple talking. He turns around and looks at her with apologetic eyes.

"I'm so sorry ma'am" He says helping her get rebalanced on her gold shoes.

His hair was shaggy blond and he had a thick black mask, the rim was silver and on the front was silver and purple stitching, like patterns that swirled around. His gray suit had a purple handkerchief and a purple sweater vest to match. His skin was slightly pale and had dark chocolate brown eyes.

"It's fine" she says with a smile straightening herself out.

"It's hard to see without my glasses."

He smiles once more and continues to talk with the men he was standing with. She turned away and continued to move through the crowd of unknown figures until she reached a door. It almost was shielded because its mahogany surface matched the wall. She opens it to see there are about a measly five steps down into a room that appeared like a pub. In the front was a mini stage and the walls were wooden also. The lights were dimly lit except for the pole on the stage. The room was filled with tables that many men sat drinking or smoking while eying up the girl at the front.

Miss Gold makes her way down the steps and sits at the bar in the back, parallel to the stage. She watched the woman in the front. The girls long body swerved and moved around the pole fluidly. She somehow made herself look a tad more humane as she didn't except men touching her or flaunting too much. Her shoes were tall and black; her nail polish was scarlet red. Long legs went to heaven and were darker than her skin tone from her tights. She wore a blood red corset full piece. It looked like a bathing suit almost. Her wrists looked like she had cuff links on them. Her neck was similar to a collar with a black bow tie. She had long black hair that moved loosely as she danced around. Her tall black top hat was used in her act. Her skin was a deep tan and her red lips shone from all the gloss that she wore. Her eyes were dark brown against her all dark features.

Her movements got cheering and applauded from men as she removed clothes and got dollar bills as she flips the top hat. Miss Gold looked around until she saw a poster on the far wall near the door.

Naomi Thorn

Classiest and sexiest dancer of our time.

She wanted to gag, not only from the smoke but from the disgust of just being here. She leaves the room a different way than she came in and entered in an empty hall way. She walked down to the end where there was an open door and she walked in. It was a library that was two stories high with shelves and shelves of books, indexes, and dictionaries. In the middle were couches and chairs. The coffee tables were adorned with candles in candle sticks and potted plants. She continued to walk through until she came across noises in one of the Math and Science Sections. She turned the corner and noticed a teenage boy. What was a teenage boy doing here?

"Can I help you?"

The boy turned around scared and surprised.

"Um I was just looking around."

"Aren't you a little young to be at this party?"

"No, I just appear young."

She looked at his black shone shoes and his dark suit. He had a yellow bow tie on and a gold chain from his belt loop to his pocket. His mask was plain gold with a black rim. His hair was a shadowy match to his suit. It was cut very long and shaggy, almost covering his eyes. They were bright caramel almost like they blended into his gold tinted mask.

"So then, who are you?"

"Marcus Yellowstone."

"I'm afraid I don't know who that is."

"I run a series of banks around the east coast. Not many people do know who I am, they put their money in my banks and don't question any further. But I know who you are, Miss Gold."

"Oh, really?" She said flattered.

"Yes, I had slept with your sister. Cute girl, very stupid and unskilled though. What a shame."

She knit her eyebrows together not even able to think of a reply to that. She looked around the aisle and saw that on the floor were many books with equations and numbers. She leans down setting her feather covered mask onto the floor. She reads the cover of the many texts and noticed they were all for banking and accounting. Why would a bank owner have banking texts? He didn't need to know these, only his employees.

"I don't understand." She says plainly reading about certain growths and rises in banking.

"I like to know what my employees do. It helps me understand how hard they work. Unnecessary, yes. But it pays off."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, of course. If I don't understand what they go through how am I supposed to treat them fairly and pay them well if I don't even understand what they are going through."

"I haven't heard it that way before."

"What? Caring?"

"Eh, yes…"

He nods his head and returns to reaching for the text on the wall. He jumps to get it but his man in a teenage body physique wouldn't let him. He jumps for it once more. Marie finally finds herself smiling as she reaches to bring the book down from the shelf. She picks up, turns around, and leaves before he could even say goodbye.

She finds herself enter the long corridor again feeling like she was in a maze alone, rather than in a party with hundreds of people loitering rooms spread across the house. Some in the kitchen, the dining room, and some in the conservatory. She finds herself walking to the end of the hall way where it turns to the right, back to the party and the left, which is a mystery. She continues to walk forward and a figure knocks her over from the rights side sending a platter to the ground. She thinks to herself as she gets up about how the knocking over needed to stop tonight. She might receive a concussion instead of the one night stand she was hoping to have.

The figure stood up with long blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was rather short and pale. Freckles spotted her face and her light pink lips pouted out as she rubbed her head. She was in a beautiful and fully covering maid uniform as she stares up at Miss Gold from the floor.

"Sorry, Miss." The girl says full-heartedly. Her voice was in a full on southern accent. She was very young, guessing around 18 to 20 years of age.

"Oh, no, its fine." She says helping the young maid up.

The girls green eyes light up like light bulbs. No guest all that night was so kind to her.

"Thank you." She says with a wide white smile.

The girl picked up the platter and scurried down the hall in her maid uniform clad with bright white accessories. Miss Gold made her way down from the way the girl came and she ended up at the back of the ball room by the stage. She made her way to the middle of the dance floor noting to her who was dancing with who and whom was talking about whom. She just has to keep up on the gossip on and off of work. Too bad she couldn't keep track of people in disguises.

"AHHH!"

Her eyes darted to a door across the ballroom from her where a woman dressed in pink stood with tears and a look of terror on her face. She was pale and the blood was rushing from the entire vicinity of her face and neck. She breathed deeply and tried to catch her breath. A couple of people had come to her side asking the typical "What's wrong" or 'Are you okay?" questions you often hear.

The woman began to share some type of story but Miss Gold couldn't tell what they were saying all the way across the room but the word was spreading like wild fire across the ballroom. Soon she heard the people in front of her talking and she began to ease drop on the conversation. Many words came in and out but a few were clear to be heard. MURDER. DINING ROOM. LEAD PIPE.

Shock exploded throughout the party and many called to have their limos arrive or some would leave the party to their cars as fast as possible. Miss Gold was in shock and leaned against the wall next to the stage where the band has halted. Only a few people stayed after a couple minutes. The woman in the pink dress was in the same place crying. Directly forward surrounded by a few people was the man in green acting very calm for someone whose house held murder. To her very right across the room was the man in the purple suit sitting in a chair nervous.

The maid was tending to a couple standing by the woman in pink. Entering from the pub room was Naomi and a very attractive man. They were very, undone, for being simply in a room. His suit was on incorrectly and one of her cuff links was missing. She turned to see that behind her on the stage, reading was Mr. Yellowstone. It appeared that everyone was here.

Many people who were still here were either crying because they knew the departed or they wanted to know what was going on.

"Apparently, I have been notified by the police that you all must stay here for the night. Because amongst us could possibly be the killer. Or so they think. So all I can say is enjoy your time at the Boddy mansion, oh, and try not to be killed." Says the man in the green over the few people in the room. All everyone could think to themselves was trying to avoid being killed. This will make for a great party, or at least a gossip column.