It's finally done! I'm not kidding, how long has it taken a few months? Here the end in all of its ending glory! Now that my mind is at rest with this I'll be focusing more of UTDISP and TDRR

uMurder By Death /u

A shadowy and dark (well that's obvious) figure sat in a large red leather chair, back facing a grand window, which showed that the weather was still stormy, and his front facing a huge mahogany desk. On it was a sheet of paper with various names on it, which the mysterious person was crossing out with red ink (or maybe it's something else that's red muh ha ha!)

"Let's see, Leshawna and Harold…" the person chuckled evilly, "check."

"Don't cross us out yet, instead cross out your plan!" The Person quickly turned to the door, seeing Leshawna and a coughing Harold entering the room.

"You two? But how did you escape?"

"Well, it turns out Harold has a scout badge in bomb dismantling, so he found a way to unscrew the bomb and threw it out the window."

"There's still bomb smoke in my throat though," Harold said, coughing slightly.

The would be killer slapped his forehead, "Honestly, what don't the scouts teach anymore?!"

"I'll tell you what they do teach, how to catch a criminal…Chef Hatchet!" With that Leshawna threw on the light switch, revealing that indeed the mysterious person was Chef Hatchet. He grinned…evilly.

"Excellent work, but how on earth did you figure it out?"

"The clue you gave us: it said "iclichés are all one and the same/i" so I went back to the age old stereotype: "The Butler Did It," and you Hatchet were the butler."

"Very good," Hatchet said while nodding.

"Stop right there! He's not really Chef Hatchet, he's the hook-handed psycho that Gwen kicked in the face that one time on the show! "Trent and Gwen came hurrying into the room, leaving Leshawna and Harold confused beyond belief.

"Ah, even better, Trent," the phony Hatchet said as his voice changed and he ripped off a mask revealing the hook-handed killer, "But how did you escape the quicksand?"

"We didn't, turns out you calculated wrong and we actually sank into the basement, though the landing did hurt…a lot. Now prepare to get kicked in the face, again!"



"Not quite!" yelled Owen triumphantly as he and Cody ran into the room, "the would be murderer really is…Angela Brennan-Maclean-Dodson, the estranged ex-wife of Chris Maclean!"

The voice of the mysterious person changes again, this time into something more lady-like, "excellent, but how did you know?"

"Well, the clue told us to "follow our noses" and that triggered something inside my head," explained Cody, "the first few times I walked near Maclean's "body" I kept smelling this perfume fragrance and after Owen created a hole in the wall by accidentally running into it to let the poison out, I realized it was the perfume Le Pantalon Fancie. I spent a lot of time smelling that while trying to pick up girls at the perfume department in my hometown mall." He paused, realizing what he said. Knowing that there was no way he could erase what he said he continued, "Owen, having had gone to dinner with Maclean after he won, knew about Maclean's ex-wife when he told Owen about it after having a bit too much wine. Turns out his ex-wife owned the largest perfume-manufacturing company, their main perfume? Le Pantalon Fancie."

"Well, well, well, seems like there are a few smarties in this group after all," Angela said. She was about to continue when Geoff and Bridgette came in, panting.

"Hold it one second!" Geoff yelled as the two reached the center of the room.

"Stop everything!" Bridgette added as she tried to catch her breath, "the murderer isn't Angela, the ex-wife, the hook-handed psycho, or even Chef Hatcher!" The crowd gasped.

"But who is it then and how did you find out?" asked Gwen confused.

"I always had a feeling that something wasn't right, that something was missing," Bridgette said, "but is was only after Geoff found our clue that everything clicked. It read i Elimination's a distraction see, it's what you don't have that it the key/i"

"So?" asked Owen.

"So? It means that everyone, including me, have been trying to solve it in the completely wrong way! We've been so focused on crossing people off the list of suspects therefore, elimination is a distraction. We should've have been looking at people who couldn't have been suspects, it's what we don't have that is the key!"

"I'm still not following you." started Owen.

"Owen, you were right when you said "expect the unexpected". The would be murderer is the last person we'll ever suspect, the would be murderer is the thing we didn't have, the would-be murderer is…Chris Maclean!" She quickly pointed at Angela Brennan-Maclean-Dodson who by now was taking off "her" mask, revealing, who else but a smiling Chris Maclean.



"Congratulations, Bridgette and Geoff, you two have successfully solved the mystery all the way through!"

"Well, there goes my theory," Owen said as he looked down at the piece of paper where he wrote his suspect's name own. It said "CODY" on it in bold.

"Well, we kinda figured that it was suspicious that you would never do just a basic reunion special without some kind of catch." Geoff commented.

"But wait, what about those screams and what happened to everyone else?" Trent asked.

"Probably what happened with the horror movie challenge. The producers and other interns kidnapped them and placed them in a hidden room, right?" Gwen guessed.

"Bingo! And here they are now!"

Indeed, with a wave of his arm a giant bookcase swung open (missing Trent by a few millimeters) revealing all the "kidnapped" guests, as well as, to most people's surprise Noah, looking quite alive and conscious.

"Noah? You're awake? I thought that maybe Hatchet or Chris knocked you out because you figured out that this was all a cheap stunt to bring in more viewers," Cody remarked.

"Actually, the producers paid me five grand to pretend to be knocked out to amp up the tension," he explained quite calmly, putting a lot of emphasis on the five grand.

"You mean you sold us out dude? Not cool."

"Hey, it was five thousand dollars, wouldn't you have done it?"

"I see you're point."

"Okay, now that that's settled, all of you head back to bed and get a good night's sleep. There'll be an all you can eat breakfast buffet tomorrow, and I'll be doing a few interviews with some of you for the next remaining days," Chris said, and then he started laughing hysterically, "You guys have been great with this whole murder thing, the producers were thinking that you guys wouldn't fall for it but we finally went there, we went there and man, we never looked back! It was hilarious and I'm glad we went there!" He was still laughing when he walked out of the room, leaving the guests to also start to walk out back to their rooms, fuming.

Ezekiel watched as everyone started walking out, very confused, he asked, "wait, so there was no murder?"

"Yes there was," started Duncan, "this thing completely killed a good weekend."

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And there you have it! Now, who saw that coming huh? Sorry if it's a bit confusing. Read and review!