Chapter 6: One Overslept Himself and Then There Were Eight:

The living eight guests stared at the corpse.

"Oh, God, of course! Another dead body! This weekend is turning into a slasher film!" Exclaimed Eva. Abigail gave her a very angry look between her cries.

'How did this happen?" Rita asked.

"By the looks of it, smothered by this pillow." Said Dr. Cooper, bending down and looking into Benjamin's eye.

"Could it have been suicide?" Prof. Perry wondered. "There could be a possibility that Morse and Benjamin both felt guilty about their crimes, and killed themselves, couldn't there be?"

"I doubt it. Men don't usually commit suicide that way." Dr. Cooper remarked.

"HE DIDN"T COMMIT SUCICIDE!" Abigail shrieked shrilly.

"Yes, yes, we quite agree with you, Miss Edwards. Now can you stop screaming, I think you just burst my eardrums, and I might need those if I survive this island, thank you very much." Ryan Parker lowered his hands from his ears. In spite of this, Vanessa giggled. Abigail turned on her.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY NEWTON? I WISH YOU WERE DEAD INSTEAD OF BENNY!"

"Hey, hey, no need for that." Ryan interjected. Vanessa and Abigail continued giving each other furious looks.

"Owen is going to kill us all." Samantha said dreamily.

Everyone gave her unbelievable looks.

"What?" Rita said flatly.

"You know, Shelby-," Ryan started.

"Samantha."

"Right. I'm a bit suspicious of you. First, you point out that poisoned ice which probably killed that Morse guy, then Eva told me before you came down for breakfast that you and Edwards were talking last night, and now he's dead and you're saying we're going to all croak. Not odd at all, I reckon."

"That doesn't really prove anything, Mr. Parker." Said the Professor.

"You think I'm working with Owen?" Samantha asked casually.

"Um, yes." Ryan said less sure of himself.

"Okay."
"I think, if we don't leave right now, Owen will murder us all. We leave the bodies here, and let the police keep them." Said Eva, interrupting their conversation.

"What do you mean, murder us all? Maybe Owen just had something against those two men." Rita asked.

"Why do you think Owen, whatever their first name is, invited us here and then supposedly murdered two people? Why would he or she make us come along if they were just going to kill those two?"

"NO! Benny was not murdered!" Abigail shouted.

"Okay, so if he wasn't killed and didn't kill himself, then I suppose he dropped dead of a heart attack, didn't he? And Owen must have invited the eight of us for a pleasant holiday, right?" Eva smirked.

"EVERYONE QUIET!" Vanessa screamed. "Look, Abigail, I'm really sorry for your brother, but, let's just go, now! The police will figure it out. I just want to leave now! I hate it here! I believe now that two deaths in a row is too much of a coincidence for it not to be Ulissa Natalie Owen killi-."

"Ulissa Natalie Owen? Wait a minute, I just remembered. I got a phone call from somebody named Uylesses Nico Owen. He said we met at a mutual friend's house or something. Why did two different people invite us then?" Ryan questioned.

"Hey, what about that recording? Did anyone figure out what caused that?" Samantha asked. Eva looked at Vanessa.

"Oh! It was an I-pod Nano. You know, how they have those voice memos on them. Owen used that, I didn't recognize the voice." Vanessa mentally slapped herself for blurting that out loud. How was she going to explain that she stupidly smashed one of the only pieces of evidence against Owen? They were going to suspect her to be up with something. Then suddenly, she had an idea. The I-pod with the recording was white with a grey covering. Her own I-pod was black. She could put the grey covering on hers, and if Eva saw it, she wouldn't suspect anything. She couldn't possibly remember exactly what it looked like, right?"

"You found the source of the recording?" The Doctor exclaimed, surprised. "Where?"

"Under the dining table."

"Then, how did Owen press it?" Rita asked curiously.

"I think Owen might be working with someone." Said Ryan, staring at Samantha, who smiled and waved back at him.

"I think it's a practical joke gone wrong. Morse and Benjamin might have killed themselves, you know." Prof. Perry refused to believe that his life was in danger.

"WHO CARES? LET'S GO, NOW!" Abigail yelled again.

"We have to get dressed first. I'm not sure how seriously the police will take us if most of us are in our pyjamas." Samantha reminded them.

They agreed and expressed their grief for Abigail's loss, and by 10:00 were leaving the house.

The rain whipped down like bullets, as a freezing breeze swirled around the eight survivors. Dr. Cooper was talking rapidly;

"-Shouldn't have even touched the evidence, but no matter. It's raining harder than I thought it would, but we should be fine. Owen won't hurt us once we get off the island. We shouldn't have much of a problem, what time is it anyw-Ow!"

While looking at his watch, he had collided into Ryan Parker who was walking in front of him when he stopped abruptly.

"I say, what-?"

Then he saw what made Ryan stopped.

Their boat was completely wrecked. The GPS was smashed in with a large rock nearby. Their life jackets were slashed to bits. The bottom of the boat was ripped to shreds the way only a machine could do.

No one could speak for a moment. Then Ryan turned to the rest of the shocked visitors, and said;

"Now who thinks Owen is going to kill us all?"
They couldn't deny it anymore. The ones who had been confused before now had to face it.

They were trapped.

A/N: Hope you like this chapter to anyone who's reading! Thank you all for reviewing and reading!

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