It's Just Another Cheesy Night Until Someone Gets Killed.

Hi y'all! (I try to be southern) sorry I've pretty much dropped off the face of the earth, but I'm back! This story is based off the game and or movie Clue, which summed up, short and sweet is, six people are put in a mansion, one ends up dead, one is the murderer and the rest have to figure it out. So without further ado... I present, It's Just Another Cheesy Night Until Someone Gets Killed.

Andre woke up in an unfamiliar room; his head throbbed, particularly in his frontal lobe. He slowly reached his stiff arm up to feel his sensitive head; he winced once his fingers made contact with a large bump under his dreadlocks. She slowly sat up, his body protesting the movement; he ached all over, as if he had been curled up in the same position for days. He looked around the unfamiliar expensive room, everything was burgundy, and a deep gold color, it reminded him of fall. He pushed himself off of the red chaise lounge sofa he had been on for god knows how long; he walked over to the mahogany door, his muscles protesting on every step. He giggled the gilded door knob, locked, he kept his cool, before walking over to the next door, it too was locked. There were two more options for his escape, a large window, covering a good three fourths of a wall, and one other set of double doors, which he supposed led to the main corridor. He tried to wrench the heavy door open, it didn't budge. He hit his head against the door, which he found to be a huge mistake, it felt as if a thousand needles had penetrated his skin, forcing their way into his scalp. He would need an ibuprofen. He paced the room for a good hour or so, before lying on a soft gold couch, and taking a restless nap.

When he woke he felt worse, if that was even possible, he laid on the couch with his eyes closed for a few minutes, before he heard a static coming from the left corner of the room. He didn't register it for a few moments, until he heard,

"Ahem, may I have your attention please," his eyes flew open, and he shot up into a sitting position, which made his head spin, and bright spots appeared before his eyes. He steadied himself, then the voice spoke again, "A letter is being deposited into each of your rooms, please read them promptly." the voice had an eerily calm tone, it was almost monotone sound to it, like a recording during one of those tests that never seem to end. The voice was replaced by static for a few seconds, before the loud speakers were cut off. Andre looked over at the door, and sure enough a pearly white envelope sat on the perfectly polished floors, he slowly, and awkwardly walked over, bending over painfully, to reach the mysterious letter on the dark wooden floors. He pulled out the paper; it was thick card stock paper, with fancy black writing. He unfolded the paper and read it-

Hello Andre,

You're wondering why you're here, and the short response is, there is someone within these walls, whom you cannot trust, you must figure out whom you can trust, and whom will... stab you in the back, so to speak. Although, in this crazy world, who can you trust?

Your Host.

Andre sat, reading the short note over and over again, it made no sense, all he had gotten from it was to not trust people, which wasn't helpful. He heard a small click, then the large doors swung open, revealing a long, wide marble hall, he walked out to find several large pictures of really rather random, and quite odd paintings, one depicted a sad clown, another a small girl with blonde pigtails, and a bunch of colorful balloons.

He wander about, for a while, thinking he would never find another human being, he was pretty sure he had traveled in the same circle seven times by now, and his head pounded with every step, and his muscles whined in every movement. He was about ready to give up, when he heard a sound of a small sob coming from around the corner. He wobbled around it as quickly as he could, and he found a pile of red hair sitting in the ground, with her knees pulled up to her chest, her long locks cascading all around her.

"Cat?" Andre asked tentatively, not wanting to frighten her,

"Andre!" Cat looked up, her big brown eyes full of tears, Andre had never seen Cat sad, when she was sad, she looked like an abandoned kitten, he wanted her to become her bright, bubbly self again, who was obsessed with giraffes, and sugar. She tackled him with a hug, "I was so, so, so, so, so, so, so worried no one would ever find me! I screamed for forever, but no one found me!" she sobbed at the end of her sentence.

"It's okay, Lil' Red, it's okay, I found you," he said in a somewhat soothing voice, he gave her an awkward, reassuring pat on the back, as she sobbed into his shoulder, not quite knowing how to comfort, he tried to ask her a question.

"Do you know where we are?"

"No!" she sobbed harder, her mouth in a sad frown.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay," he sort of believed it himself, eventually their parents would find them missing, then they would find them, then they would be rescued from this mad house. They'd be fine.

Then the lights went out.

Dun. Dun. Dun. Who could ever be 'The Host'? Could it be sweet innocent Cat? Or chill Andre? How about awkward Robbie, maybe peppy Tori, or gothic Jade. Perhaps it's open as a book Beck, you'll have to read more to find out! You can debate that if you'd like, anyways, this was kind of a boring intro chapter, but don't fret, more is to come! Thanks for reading lovelies!

Xoxo- Ari!