A/N: thanks to everyone who reviewed! It was much appreciated! I think I might keep this one up here and see how it goes. I'm not sure if it'll flow as much as I want it to, but I'll give it a shot.
To Whom This May Concern
Why are we Here?
"So, should we head inside?" Cowboy asked Racetrack. Both were looking up at the shadow-covered mansion while holding their jackets over their heads to shield themselves from the rain. A bolt of lightning flashed and casted a light over the mansion. Thunder boomed after it. The boys both unconsciously took a step back with their eyes widened.
"You see dat?" Race asked over the rain.
"The lightning? How could I miss it?"
"No. The house. It looked like it was… staring at us. But angry, ya know?"
"An angry house?" Cowboys said. "Look, I think we've been standing out here for too long. Let's go inside."
Racetrack nodded and the two made a mad dash for the front door. Cowboy got there first and he rang the bell.
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The doorbell echoed throughout the interior the large mansion. A rather large, older looking man stood in the hall with his arms crossed over his chest, as if he were waiting for it. There was a slight grin visible on his face. He walked towards the front door, his polished black dress shoes causing his footsteps to echo, dispersing throughout every room on the first floor.
He opened the door and there stood two men before him.
"Ah, Cowboy and Racetrack, I believe?" he asked them. The two at the door exchanged confused glances. "Come on in. We were expecting you."
"How you know who we were?" Cowboy asked as he stepped foot into the mansion. He took his jacket down from over his head.
"Yeah, an who's 'we'?" Asked Race as he followed Cowboy inside.
"Because I was given information on who was coming, and descriptions of everyone," the man said quickly. Neither one of the two bought it. "And by 'we', I mean us working here at this house."
"Oh yeah? An who are you?" Race asked as he eyed the man. He then rang the water out of his coat. The man watched the water hit the floor and an look of annoyance appeared on his face.
"They call me Weasel. I'm the butler here," he said, still watching the drops of water. He then held his hand out for the coat. He took it, along with Cowboy's, and put them in the coat closet.
"Weasel?" Cowboy piped in.
"Yes. Now, won't you follow me into the lounge for some drinks?" he asked. He didn't seem like he was up for interrogation right now . Racetrack shrugged.
"I can always use a drink," he said. He then followed Weasel into the lounge.
Cowboy, on the other hand, was a little more hesitant. he was still wondering what in the world he was doing at the mansion. And this 'Weasel' character didn't seem like he was going to be giving out much information. He decided that he was going to need to be extra careful this evening. He had a bad feeling that things were not going to be going smoothly here.
He finally joined the other two in the lounge, where he saw yet another person. Judging by her skimpy black outfit, he believed that she was the maid or something. She looked so familiar to him, yet he couldn't put a name to the face. He noted that Racetrack was trying to engage in conversation with her. She didn't seem interested in anything he had to say.
"Oh, Mr. Cowboy, I'd like to introduce you to Sarah. She's the hired help around here," Weasel said as he noticed him in the room and handed him a tall, thin glass of champagne. Sarah gave Cowboy a little nod. It was then when it clicked in his mind who she was. Why was she here…
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Nicholas stopped his car behind the two in front of him in the driveway of the address he was to go to. His eyes were fixed on the mansion.
"Holy cow…"
The rain became heavier, and he was pondering whether or not to get out or to stay in the car and wait till the rain let up. Seeing as he didn't want to make himself later than he already was, he decided to head inside. He opened the drivers side door of his car and got out.
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As the four were chatting lightly in the lounge, the bell rang again.
"If you'll excuse me?" Weasel asked, leaving the room. Race and Cowboy nodded and watched the strange man leave the room.
Weasel walked down the hall again and opened the front door. There stood a curly haired young man in a dripping wet dress suit. Despite the fact that here was yet another one who was to track water into the house, Weasel also noticed that he seemed to be a bit antsy. A crash of thunder sounded and the boy jumped slightly. That only proved his guess correct.
"Ah, Mr. Mush, come inside. The rain's no place for anyone to stand in all night."
"Y-You know me?" Mush asked as he walked in. He took off his large coat and Weasel held out his hand for it. He hesitantly handed it over to let the butler put it in the coat closet.
"Well, not technically. I was just given information as to who was coming. That's all," Weasel said, coming back out of the closet.
"Oh," Mush said.
"Come, join the others in the lounge and have a drink," Weasel said, holding out his hand towards the lounge. Mush raised an eyebrow.
"Others? There are more here?"
"Well, yeah. Two others at the moment. More are coming later I'm guessing. Now, let's go into the lounge," Weasel said, insisting that Mush move to the lounge. Slightly frightened of the man, he walked into the room. He wanted to ask what he was doing here at the house, but he decided that he would wait a while. He didn't want to seem like the paranoid one.
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One car followed by another filed into the end of the long windy driveway. The man in the first car rolled down his window and called to the other who also had his window down.
"This the place?" he yelled over the rain.
"It says 427 Oak Street. I'm guessing this is it."
Skittery and Kid Blink walked out of their cars and into the rain. They made it to the front steps in record time.
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"This is Mr. Mush," Weasel said to the other three who were in the lounge as he put a hand on his shoulder. Mush tensed up. He didn't like this Weasel character. There was something phony about him that he didn't like. At all.
Racetrack, who had just taken a sip of his champagne, stifled a laugh at the name 'Mush' and ended up spitting some of his drink back into the glass. Sarah looked at him with disgust.
"Now we're only waiting for two oth-" Weasel was interrupted again by the bell. He smiled his creepy smile. "Ah, that must be them now."
He left the room to go let the last two in.
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All five were brought together in the lounge to meet one another. There were three couches, and each one took a seat. Sarah made sure they all had champagne, and then left. They began looking idly around the room, neither one knowing what to say to each other. Racetrack decided to break the ice.
"Lovely weather we're having," he said sarcastically. The others laughed slightly. They now felt safe to speak to one another.
After a few minutes of light conversation, Skittery turned to Weasel who was leaning against a desk in the corner, drinking his own champagne.
"Hey, uh, Weasel."
"Yes?"
"Would you mind telling us why we're all here?" Skittery asked. The others turned their heads to the man in the corner, eager to hear what he had to say.
"You wanna know why you're here?"
"Yes," they all replied in unison.
"Well… you'll have to wait. Until the final guest arrives."
"But you said there were only five of us!" Mush piped up.
"Well, yes. But the sixth person is the one who invited you all here," Weasel said. He had a smirk on his face. He watched from his corner as everyone began to look more and more confused. He laughed silently to himself and took a sip of his drink.
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A/N: well I hope you all liked it! R&R please! Tell me what you think.
