iClue
Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah, I don't own iCarly or clue. Blah Blah.
Author's Notes: Yeah, so no real hints as to who the murderer is yet... unless you're psychic. But then you probably wouldn't waste your time with this story, now, would you? Anyway, subtle hints as to who the murderer is, though knowing myself, I'll probably accidentally give it away. Boohoo.
Chapter 10: iDiscover a Secret
So, let's recap:
Suspects: Green. Things against him: He secretly brought a weapon to the household. Things for him: He's simple minded and forgets things easily. Plus he's completely childish. I don't think he could handle a mission like this. Mustard. Things against him: He's got training in killing, and is a pretty bitter man all around. Just like the real Howard. Things for him: He hasn't caused any real problems for us yet. Peacock. Against her: According to Scar, the dented trophy was found in her room. For her: She's related to him, she's mourning him more than the rest of us, and she's too nice to do something this cruel. Still, can't rule her out just yet. White. Against her: She's the maid. In the movies, it's always the maid. Plus, she must know the house and host pretty well. She does work here. For her: She doesn't seem to be paying much mind to all that goes on around the manor. She's an excellent maid, but a terrible gossip. She must not know us too well, but if Spencer's had her around for that long, you'd think she'd be trustworthy. On a side note, she looks like my mom. That's not going to get her acquitted, though.
Weapons: A knife, rusted with age, not water. An ax, though it seems to be rusted with some sort of thin liquid. Possibly water. A candlestick, with dried blood on the end where the candle goes. A bat. Metal, hard enough to break someone's skull... or ribs, as the case may be. A trophy. Dented. Found in the room of Carlotta Peacock. A rope. The only one I would toss right away; but it was the only thing that could be a weapon in the Hall, where Spencer was killed. Dumbbell. Ten pounds. There are heavier ones, but Scar brought this one hear to represent them all. Also, this one has a small piece missing, though that could be coincidence. Pistol. Not loaded. Belongs to Reverend Green. Fully loaded. Not a real possibility, because the corpse had no gun wounds. Only thing incriminating Green. I think we should return it, actually. He's too nice to actually ever fire it, anyways. Poison. Meant for rats, but can work on people. Half-empty (Or half-full). Found in the kitchen, nearly on the other side of the manor from the hall.
Conclusion: My mind is a messed up place full of murder, lame 20's themes, and intricate architecture designs.
I sigh as I put the notebook I had been writing in down. It's a good idea to record the evidence, though that last bit was just to accept the fact that I'm probably crazy. But, from my mom's over-protectiveness, Sam's torture of me throughout my teenagedom (Don't laugh; It's a real term!), my crush on Carly Shay, and what's been going on recently, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if I was insane.
Huh, weird.
Scar's gone down to the Living Room to get some info outta Mustard. Yuck, I pity the poor girl. He's about as pleasant as his counterpart. His counterpart was so cruel he made Gibby puke. Enough said. I meanwhile, have the job of interrogating- err, I mean questioning- White. Good, I sound like Sam more and more. Shiver. Well, a job's a job. So, better get moving.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. White," I begin politely, with a tone of underlying terror that Sam uses to make me feel uncomfortable. It doesn't just work on me, though; All kinds of people are freaked out by that scary tone of voice. Good way to start an interrogation.
Unfortunately for me, she only sees it as the voice of a mischief-maker, "Whataya want, boy, I've got chores to do. Even if Mr. Boddy is dead, a job's a job! Gotta keep working," You see where I get my determination from. When Mom sets her mind to something, she doesn't give up. Ever. That's why she's so protective of me.
Nonetheless, I continue on my questioning, "Where were you yesterday during the time of the body's discovery" A deep scowl sets into her face.
"Oh, you want an alibi, eh? Fine," She sighs, like she doesn't want to do this. And I can imagine why. Poor woman's being accused of her master's murder, "When the body was found, I was cleaning up after you pigs' breakfast like a good little maid. Happy?" Her voice drips with sarcasm during that last word. I, not used to being spoken to in that tone by her, of all people, momentarily lose focus. Then I remember this isn't real. She isn't my mom. She's a maid who knows me as well as I know Howard.
"Look, er, Mrs. White, it's nothing personal, my partner and I just-" She cuts me off.
"Partner?" Echos the voice of the maid, "Who could you trust enough to help you?" She's caught off guard! Now I have to trick her into saying something...
"Not important, just tell me where you were before breakfast. None of us went into the hall noticeably until I found the corpse," She bites her lip, as if refusing to let them respond, but she eventually relents.
"I was placing rat poison in the manor. Did I forget to mention we have a slight rat problem?" I blink. That... isn't significant unless I find out another piece of information.
"And where are the rats? I hate the vermin," I scowl, as though I'm horribly irked, but truth be told I don't mind rodents. Actually, some are kinda cute. Don't tell my mom.
"Usually in the southern halls, but sometimes they end up in the dining room," I thank her for the info and leave. Man, is Scar gonna love this!
"So, I was right to take the rat poison," Oh, honestly, is that the only thing she can think about? Ugh, of course. When unfocused, Scar becomes immensely Sam-like. More than when she's serious. But for some reason, this just makes me like her more. Sam is one of my best friends, and I wouldn't have her traded for all the money in the world.
If you repeat that to anyone, I'll smack you six ways to Sunday.
Scar's investigation with Mustard had gone sour. Like I had tried to warn her, he was cold and refused to give her anything. They got into an argument, but realizing I was probably done with my own interview, she simply punched him out and left. She was probably getting bored, anyways.
"Well, I'm gonna go back to my own room, see if I can figure anything out," Scar says, turning around. Feeling I'd forgotten something, I call out to her. When she turns around, I realize I have nothing to say. Embarrassed, I suddenly remember something from my notes.
"Take Green's gun back to his room, please. It's not our murder weapon," Something tells me she's not gonna give it back...
And so ends another chapter of iClue. Few hints in this chapter, though they're pretty subtle, I think. Also, tomorrow is Thursday (Well, when I wrote this it was), so I'm preparing my Friday attitude. It's better than my normal one.
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