A/N I am really getting irritated. I have all of these new ideas for plots and characters, but sadly, they don't fit into anything that I know. But before I go to the new ideas I feel it my civic duty to at least continue my apparent magnum opus (or at least for right now), so let's go back into Morder mansion.

Leanne

Leanne was arguing with Kevin about the murders and after a little while she pushed him onto the table. He got up and hit her across the face. She then kicked him in the man parts. somehow being able to stay up, though stumbling and gasping a little, Kevin was able to hit her again.

Leanne grabbed a plate and smashed it over his head. He grabbed a fork and stabbed her arm. This fight lasted until that one snotty girl came to break it up. She kept going on about how it was important to stick together. But f*ck that the bastard deserves a few more good hits. But apparently Douche Big-a-hoe was thinking the same about Leanne because he responded by punching her in the face. Rich girl once again tried to resolve the fight, but to no effect.

After about a minute or so and several more injuries, (more on his side Leanne was happy to think) Gaston pulled the two apart and hoisted them in the air. "Put me down you whiny excuse for a villain!" Kevin stopped struggling. "AND YET YOU LIKE SCAR!" "SHUT UP, SCAR'S AWESOME!" Leanne would have kept struggling but she felt a sharp pain from the back of her head and she fainted. (Small joke if you ever read that 'Be careful what you wish for' story she wrote).

When she woke up, she saw she was in a room with a passed out Kevin. Ugh, she thought, why do I have all of the bad luck?

She tried getting out but the doors were locked. "Son of a" "Bitch." She turned around to see Kevin had woken up. She glowered at him. Then the voice came up.

How naughty you little puppets can be,
giving these two sacrifices to me.
Accidents don't happen, no matter what mood,
just look at the last one, with a lust for food.
So I can now say that one of these two will die,
who it is will be decided by I.
But let us here their pitiful plea,
let them beg, drop down on their knees.
Just remember it is not my fault this time,
all that I did was sit here and rhyme.

Leanne looked at Kevin. She was half happy at the thought of this prick dying, but half frightened realising it could be her. Either way, she was anxious. But then Kevin walked over to her. She expected him to give her one last punch or insult, but instead he extended his hand. Leanne just looked at for about a minute before she shook it slowly. Then from one wall a slot came open and revealed a little compartment with a gas mask. Kevin walked over and picked it up.

Leanne looked worried. She was about to try to grab the thing from him when she watched him walk over to her and give it to her. She looked into his eyes and saw something she didn't think she'd ever see coming from the bastard. Happiness. She, almost reluctantly, put on the gas mask, and watched as from the walls there came a green mist. She actually felt some sorrow as she watched Kevin breathe in the air, and soon cough, followed by wheezing. He looked at her with a face that could say a thousand words, but the only word she heard was "Sorry."

Ferret

It was safe to say Ferret wasn't the only one who felt guilty for having those two locked up. It had been unanimous that they leave those two in there, so they could settle their differences or at least so they didn't have to hear them.

But then they heard that blasted new little poem, from probably the demented love child of Dr. Suess and Edgar Allen Poe. Then they realised they had kinda just had a hand in murder. Ferret watched as they unsuccesfully tried to pry open the door. Ferret had thought that the two inside would be making more noise, but maybe the door just cancelled the noise.

Then after a few minutes went by, they heard a click noise. then the door slowly opened. The first thing Ferret saw was somebody in a gas mask. This got a jump from more than one person. Then Leanne took off the mask. Ferret then looked past her to see the body of Kevin. But, actually, he saw the body stir! "Guys, I don't think he's dead."

So the smoke failed to do its job. Who would have guessed? Death continued to muse this over. These pathetic little mice have done nothing. In fact it wasn't even funny anymore. The most they have done is complain and fight, there have been no real accusations, just short bursts of paranoia. Maybe a goal would get their fragile little minds set a little better. After all, by the way they have been going, it's not like they were never really there to begin with. Maybe that little psycho Kevin might be useful for something.

A/N: By popular demand, the next chapter of Morder Mansion. A little late huh? Sorry, but me and my friend Kegs have been working on another story and believe it or not... THERE ARE CAMEO'S! So at least I'm looking forward to it, but first I gotta hear back from people but for right now, here's some more mansion.