And time for the third to last main chapter of Unova Mansion. This should be an interesting chapter, because something that hasn't happened before happens this chapter…
000
Bisharp sat at the head of the table, glowering at the other four guests. "It's time we finally do something about this murderer."
"What happened to your so called plan to board up all of the windows and doors?" asked Mienshao, arms folded.
"There isn't enough boards or nails," Bisharp growled in response. "I have a plan, and it's a simple one. But first, we're going to get all of our stories out in the open."
"You're making us tell more about ourselves AGAIN?" asked Krookodile.
"This time, it's different," said Bisharp. "This time, we WILL get all of the answers to our questions. Or else."
"Or else WHAT?" asked Scrafty, smirking.
Bisharp gave him a mean look. Scrafty shrugged and looked away.
"But first, shall we take care of those two bodies? Krookodile, Scrafty, can you two take the next two victims to their rooms and lay them to rest?"
Krookodile nodded, while Scrafty followed more slowly, stretching.
"Dibs on taking Audino up," said Krookodile quickly.
Scrafty's eyes widened. "Oh dude, come on!"
The arguing pair exited the room. The remaining three guests sat at the table in silence, before Jellicent got up.
"I see no reason for this-"
"SIT DOWN," snarled Bisharp. Jellicent's eyes widened as she slowly took her seat again. When did Bisharp get so…scary?
A few minutes, Krookodile returned, yawning as he sat down. After that, they waited.
"Where the hell is Scrafty?" asked Bisharp. "Is he setting up a trap? I wonder…"
"Leave him alone!" said Mienshao. "It seems like you're out to get him! First the tying up, now this!"
"Why are you trying so hard to defend him?" accused Bisharp. "Are you an accomplice? A lover? Well?"
"It's nothing like that!" said Mienshao, although there was a bit of a blush on her face. Krookodile noticed, and then he snickered. So THAT'S why she liked playing pool with them so much. Heh…
A few more minutes passed, before Scrafty returned, panting.
"Where were you?" asked Bisharp, scowling. "Krookodile was back before you were-"
"Krookodile carried…Audino…I carried…a coffin made of solid gold," panted Scrafty, flopping back into his seat and lighting a cigarette.
"Alright…so it's time to discuss evidence…once and for all," said Bisharp. "And then, we make our vote."
"Another vote?" asked Krookodile. "Scolipede would like a word with you."
"I don't care- he's dead, we're moving on," snapped Bisharp. "Beheeyem didn't pressure you all enough. We're going over EVERY murder, we're learning EVERY story, and we WILL make a decision."
"Totally," said Scrafty, coughing on his cigarette smoke.
"We'll do the murders first," said Bisharp, narrowing his eyes. "Gigalith was killed by a bomb placed on our late Audino's door. That made me suspicious of her, but I suppose targeting the nurse was wise. Since she lived, the medical kit was stolen. Now, anyone of us had a clear opportunity to plant a bomb on Gigalith's door, so we'll leave that behind."
"Mandibuzz, however, is a different case," said Bisharp. "I saw her flying away, as I was a part of the guard that saw her off. This would give me the perfect chance to have struck with that arrow, or the rigged catapult on the roof. HOWEVER, I'm sure any of the others would've seen trigger said catapult, so that evidence isn't really that useful."
"Yeah…or it could be the fact that all of the other members of that guard are, y'know, dead," said Scrafty, looking bored.
"Fine," said Bisharp, rolling his eyes. "However, where were all of you at the time Mandibuzz was killed?"
"Watching out the window," said Mienshao.
"Same," said Krookodile.
"Walking down the hallway," said Jellicent.
"Smoking," said Scrafty.
"Well, then…someone's lying," drawled Bisharp. "So, we must move onto Conkeldurr. He was clearly baited by SOMEONE or SOMETHING. But he was killed by what seemed to be a medical needle…and we all know that there could only be two suspects who knew how to use a needle. And one of them is dead."
All eyes looked at Scrafty. He snorted.
"Are we going to attack Scrafty again?" he asked.
"Don't tempt me," said Bisharp.
"I said to lay off of him," snapped Mienshao.
"Mienshao, as much as I know you like me, I can fight my own battles," said Scrafty, snickering.
Mienshao gaped, turn red in embarrassment and anger.
"However, I highly doubt that Conkeldurr could've been taken out by someone like Scrafty," said Bisharp. "The only one here who could probably match Conkeldurr in a fight would be Krookodile."
Krookodile smirked. "I'm tough, I won't deny it."
"Why not you?" asked Mienshao, eyeing Bisharp.
"A single punch from him would destroy me."
"Jellicent wouldn't be affected by any of his moves," pointed out the mink.
"Touché," admitted Bisharp. "Stoutland is next. Shot through the head. Since I was the first to discover the body after the gunshot, I think-"
"Don't try and rule yourself out of this one," said Krookodile. "You could've popped a cap in his head and then just acted like you found him."
"Fine," growled Bisharp. "And you could've been the one to kill Emboar. Slashes were found all over his body. Your knife, by any chance?"
"Audino said it was glass from the mirror," said Mienshao. "But it was YOUR plan that didn't let us help Emboar…so maybe you went to kill him because you KNEW no one would interrupt you!"
"You think I could take out Emboar?" asked Bisharp. "I'm no powerhouse, Mienshao. I'm a lawyer- I fight with words!"
"So, if I slugged you, you wouldn't do anything?" asked Mienshao dangerously.
"So, if we go by a fight with Emboar, I'm the only one, once again, strong enough?" asked Krookodile.
"The mirror was shattered," said Bisharp. "So, maybe the killer isn't as physically strong as Emboar."
"That contradicts your Conkeldurr theory," said Scrafty, smirking.
"Conkeldurr's death could've been speedy- Emboar's could've required power," said Bisharp as if it was obvious. "Now let us look at Zoroark. He was drowned. That could be anyone, as Chandelure is dead. Jellicent, however, apparently can't swim, so she'd stay as far away from water as possible."
"Well of course, I didn't kill him!" scoffed Jellicent.
"Or did you?" asked Bisharp. "I intend to test that little claim of being unable to swim."
"You're going to…make me swim?" asked Jellicent, horrified.
"Eventually, if we don't solve this case," admitted Bisharp.
"Bisharp, that's just not right," said Mienshao, giving him a look of disbelief.
"Neither is murder…but I want to get off this island. Even if by any means necessary. Now then…Simipour killed herself…nothing there-"
"Yes there is," said Mienshao. "You pushed her too far-"
"I cannot be held responsible for the overreactions of others," said Bisharp smoothly.
"Overreactions? Her lover just died and you accused her of being a killer- HIS killer!" said Mienshao, standing up.
"Calm down, babe," said Scrafty.
"I'm not your babe!" snapped Mienshao. "And I will not calm down! I'm not going to take this, Bisharp! You're not Beheeyem OR Haxorus, so don't try to act like them!"
"I know I'm not, I'm still alive," he drawled in response.
"You little-"
"So next comes Scolipede," said Bisharp. "Once again, Mienshao is the prime suspect, due to the kitchen knives killing him. However…I think we should all say who we voted for. I voted Scolipede."
"Audino," said Scrafty. "I never trusted nurses. The always think they know what's best for you."
"You voted Audino simply because you didn't like her?" asked Bisharp. "Were you trying to get her killed?"
"If I was, I didn't do a very good job," said Scrafty. "How did I mistake that little pink Pokémon for a giant centipede?"
Despite the atmosphere, both Krookodile and Mienshao smirked. Even Jellicent smiled, before she hastily coughed. Bisharp was not amused. He glanced at Jellicent.
"I also voted Scolipede…he was a ruffian," snorted Jellicent.
"Jellicent is actually telling us things?" asked Krookodile, smirking. "What next?"
"I had no reason to hide my vote," said Jellicent.
"I voted for Chandelure," said Krookodile, shrugging. "That book sounded suspicious."
"Mienshao?" asked Bisharp.
"I voted for you," she said. Bisharp's eyes flashed.
"Ah…were you trying to get rid of me?"
"No, because I thought, and still think, that it's you," said Mienshao calmly.
"Learn to live with disappointment," advised Bisharp. "I assure you, you're wrong."
"Get on with the next murder."
"Excadrill's death tells us nothing," said Bisharp. "Just cannon fodder to keep us on our toes."
"No conspiracy theory?" asked Scrafty, cracking a grin.
"What's going on there?" asked Krookodile. "I thought for SURE Bisharp would think of a way to accuse all of us."
He and Scrafty both roared with laughter.
"Moving on!" growled Bisharp. "Reuniclus was poisoned, although this was only because he touched Cofagrigus, giving him the ability 'Mummy'. Because of this, Reuniclus was able to be poisoned by his glass of water. Mienshao is the prime suspect, not only because she was there, but because she has access to the kitchen all of the time."
"Bisharp, if you don't trust me cooking, then don't eat my food," said Mienshao.
"I haven't been," said Bisharp. "For about three days now."
Krookodile looked impressed, Mienshao looked appalled.
"You think I'm going to poison you?" asked Mienshao. "The murderer doesn't use the same tactics twice!"
"How would you know?" asked Bisharp. "Because you ARE the murderer?"
"Bisharp, I don't think you should be throwing accusations at everyone," said Krookodile, frowning. "You're not going to make us more willing to help you figure this out, you know?"
"Seconded," said Jellicent coolly.
"Gothitelle was strangled, but her neck was also compressed by a hard object," said Bisharp. "Krookodile would have the strongest grip. My hands would've left a cut on her, so that clears me-"
"Unless you held a hard object," said Scrafty, rolling his eyes. "None of us are cleared, smart guy. Just go on."
"Fine," said Bisharp with a sneer. "Beheeyem…he was sliced and slashed open by a knife most likely. That would mark Krookodile, Mienshao, and myself at the top of the suspect list with our history of knives and my blade body."
"Oh, now he admits he's a suspect," muttered Jellicent.
"HOWEVER," said Bisharp. "Scrafty's cigarette was found in the kitchen next to the body-"
"Right, because I was framed," said Scrafty, nodding.
"We haven't proven that, yet," said Bisharp.
"Whatever- just don't use me as killer bait again, okay?"
"No promises," said Bisharp. "Chandelure…it was a trap, plain and simple. Once again, we've got nothing notable revealed from that. The only thing that was strange was the disappearances of Scrafty and Cofagrigus."
"Because, you know, this time I thought the knight was gonna kill me," muttered Scrafty in Mienshao's ear. She nodded gravely. Krookodile muttered in agreement.
"Scrafty, where DID you go?" asked Bisharp.
"To look for Cofagrigus in his room, the roof, and all that jazz," said Scrafty firmly. He blew a smoke ring.
"I somehow doubt that," said Bisharp, frowning.
"I somehow expected that."
"Whatever…I've got nothing on Cofagrigus…that death is a mystery to me…anyone have any ideas?" asked Bisharp.
"Spirit Solution," said Jellicent. "There were burns on his body…it could be from the solution."
"There were no burns on Chandelure," said Bisharp.
"He's a Fire-type," said Krookodile. "Are you DUMB?"
Bisharp glared. "Anyways, Haxorus. His throat was cut. Since he was smiling, I suppose he was asleep when it happened. Anyone who had skill with knives would be able to handle that job easily."
"Not me," said Scrafty, arching a brow. "These pants make noise. I CAN'T sneak up on anyone in them."
"So what if you took them off?" asked Bisharp. "Then you could easily sneak around."
"Yes, Bisharp," said Scrafty, shaking his head. "I streak when I get the urge to kill people. Are you serious? You think I'd strip nude, get into a cloak, and run around and kill people? I may do drugs that make me see and hear messed up things, but that's over the top…that's like…that one weirdo illness…"
"Scrafty, my urge to become a murderer by slicing your throat is increasing," growled Bisharp in agitation. "The last murder was Audino's. The only one not present in the kitchen was Jellicent. Where were you?"
"In the hallways, coming down to ask if lunch was ready," growled Jellicent.
"Right…and kill Audino on the way?" asked Bisharp.
"Of course," said Jellicent sarcastically.
"Other than that, however, I can't figure out what happened when the chandelier fell," said Bisharp.
"Well, maybe that didn't kill her…maybe it was a distraction," said Mienshao.
"Who knows?" drawled Bisharp. "Anyways, it's about time we hear more about each other."
"Really?" asked Scrafty. "How about you start us off?"
"Thank you for volunteering, Scrafty," said Bisharp, sneering at him. "Get talking."
"Or else-"
"Don't tempt me," threatened Bisharp. Scrafty put his hands up.
"I've told you EVERYTHING. I'm unemployed, a friend of mine died but passed on the invitation to me," said Scrafty. "Any questions?"
"You must've had education," said Bisharp. "College?"
"Nah, I only went up to high school," said Scrafty. "I played hooky most of the time. Dropped out in eleventh grade."
"You've HAD to have had a job, though," said Jellicent. "You can't have been surviving on the streets this long."
"My pals and I own a crappy apartment," said Scrafty. "We all do odd jobs. Only one of us has a fulltime job, as a garbage man. I only do random jobs now and again."
"Such as?" asked Bisharp.
"Landscaping," said Scrafty. "Cleaning up houses and stuff…dealing drugs…you name it."
"You DEAL drugs?" asked Mienshao.
"Eh…I used to…now I'm a consumer," said Scrafty, grinning.
Bisharp grumbled. There had to be something here…
"Have you ever been involved with murder before?" asked Bisharp.
"Involved as in killing someone?" asked Scrafty. "Nah."
"Well, have you ever encountered it?" asked Bisharp impatiently.
"Duh. We live on the streets. A few weeks ago, another pal of mine got croaked for stealing some money. I've been exposed to this crap all of the time."
"And yet, you're not able to help us solve this one?" asked Bisharp. "Why? You know the tactics of murder, if you've seen stuff like this before. The only reason why you wouldn't help us solve this-"
"Is if I was the murderer," said Scrafty. "But think of this, Bisharp. I'm a street smart druggie, not a genius. When I talk murder, I see shootings on the street, stabbings, suicides, all that jazz. Not crazy, planned shit like this. But you, my friend, are a lawyer. You should've seen some crazy shit like this before."
Bisharp's eyes widened. He had turned around his accusation. Everyone was glaring at him now.
"Your turn, buddy," said Scrafty.
"Fine," spat Bisharp. "As you know, I'm a criminal lawyer, and I was a therapist before that. I was NOT however, a psychiatrist, so I could not hand out drugs, despite Beheeyem's accusations. I have seen criminal activity, but I have only ever been a part of ONE murder trial. Most of my cases were injury and thefts."
"One question…were you defending the criminal or prosecuting him in that murder trial?" asked Mienshao.
"I was defending him," said Bisharp. "And I lost, because he was so obviously guilty. I was only in it for the pay."
"Interesting," said Krookodile, smirking.
"What?" asked Bisharp peevishly.
"Nothing," insisted the crocodile, waving a hand insolently.
"But I have another question," said Mienshao. "How long were you a therapist?"
"About six or seven years."
"And…it took you THAT long to discover that it didn't make you enough money?" asked Mienshao.
Bisharp clenched a fist.
"Give the real reason, Bisharp," said Mienshao coolly.
"…I was diagnosed with something," said Bisharp, trying to sound calm.
"Well? What?" asked Jellicent.
"Sadistic Personality Disorder," growled Bisharp.
"Ah…," said Mienshao. "Explain, please?"
"It's a common disorder among my kind," said Bisharp. "It was passed on from my father to me. I fought to control it, but I grew up in an unhappy household. My father would often beat me to get his way."
"Didn't your mom do anything?" asked Mienshao, cocking a brow.
"It's hard to do something from a grave," said Bisharp with a grim smile. Mienshao shivered.
"Your father killed her?"
"It was never proven, but yes," said Bisharp, shrugging. "He had a good lawyer in court."
"So…you're a sadist?" asked Jellicent, eyes horrified.
"No, I have a sadistic personality," corrected Bisharp. "My patients started complaining that they felt worse after they left. Eventually, I was forced to give up my career. After some thinking, I decided that being a lawyer would be better for me."
"Why is that?" asked Scrafty, smoking another cigarette.
"Because I could work for the good of one purpose while working for the bad of another," said Bisharp. "By helping one person, I would harm another. It was a perfect balance. But now…"
"Without your career, you're starting to needle and pick on us," said Mienshao. "Why didn't you tell us?"
Bisharp threw her a look of disbelief. "Do you think it's something I'm proud of?"
"No, but hiding it makes you look more suspicious."
"I may be a bit cruel and aggressive, but I'm no killer," hissed Bisharp.
"We'll see about that," said Mienshao. "I'll go next, but there's not much. I dabbled in cooking and literature in college, before I decided that I wanted to be a librarian."
"Why not a cook?" asked Krookodile. "You make some good eats, dearie."
"There was an accident in the cooking labs," said Mienshao. "And…well…someone was horribly burnt. A close friend of mine named Beartic suffered really bad burns from the experience. It made me afraid to cook…"
"And yet, you're cooking now?" asked Jellicent.
"My fear of death overshadowed my fear of cooking," said Mienshao, shrugging. "I feel that I want to survive as long as possible, even if it forces me to cook."
Krookodile nodded in approval.
"Jellicent," said Bisharp.
"I have nothing to say," said Jellicent stiffly.
"There has to be SOMETHING," said Scrafty.
"I'm fabulously wealthy," said Jellicent. "And money makes the world go round. I'm guessing that's what the murderer is after."
"Money?" asked Bisharp, eyes wide.
"What other reason would they invite us here for?" asked Jellicent. "That's probably why I was invited!"
"You think you're just a victim for your MONEY?" asked Bisharp in disbelief.
"Yes," said Jellicent, nodding.
"No back story? No nothing?" asked Scrafty.
"No. Raised by my family, taught in private schools, taught the family business," said Jellicent. "I'm actually NORMAL, unlike all of you."
"Why can't you swim?" asked Scrafty.
"I saw…a friend of mine drown," said Jellicent quietly. "Durant was made of steel…she should've never been out in the deep ocean water…"
"Didn't you know that you were a water type?" asked Scrafty.
"I had no idea what type I was," said Jellicent. "I just thought that I'd sink, too!"
Scrafty just shrugged.
"That's it?" asked Bisharp.
"That's it," confirmed Jellicent.
"Why weren't you so eager to reveal the information before?" asked Mienshao.
"Because when you're wealthy, everyone is after your money," said Jellicent, preening herself. "Trust no one."
"So…Krookodile," said Bisharp. "You are the last."
"Yeah, yeah," growled Krookodile.
"How about you tell us the details behind your crime?" asked Bisharp. "As well as explaining…this picture?"
Bisharp held up the familiar photograph. Krookodile's eyes blazed. He stood up and reached over, but Bisharp held it out of his reach.
"Gimme that before I tear you apart!" snarled Krookodile. Bisharp smirked.
"Bisharp!" said Mienshao. "Give it back."
Bisharp shook himself off, coughed, and gave the picture back.
"Now explain," he said calmly.
"Yeah, I will," muttered Krookodile, sitting back down and looking at the photo.
"So…this photograph…that's me and my girlfriend, Krokorok," said Krookodile quietly. "We were both involved in the same gang…that's how we met…it was crazy…I fell for her as soon as I saw her. There was a bit of a problem, though."
"Which was?" asked Mienshao.
"She was involved with the leader, and I was the vice president," said Krookodile quietly. "I couldn't really get involved with her, or else I'd get a gunshot to the brain, if you catch my drift. Anyways, there came a day where my leader got shot by a member of a rival gang. I had to become the leader then…well, temporarily anyways. I'm not much of a leader, so I wanted to step down after the fiasco…"
"Fiasco?" asked Jellicent.
"Before the boss got croaked, the other gang leader, a guy by the name of Furious Ferrothorn, took Krokorok hostage. He demanded to meet with my boss, to discuss the terms of releasing her. When my boss actually went, the terms were settled. My boss was killed as soon as he walked in the door, with Ferrothorn deciding to keep Krokorok. She hated him, but she liked her spunk…plus, she was a useful bargaining chip."
"…so what happened?" asked Scrafty. Everyone looked really curious, minus Bisharp who looked impatient.
"I made a deal to pay Ferrothorn a large sum of money," said Krookodile. "Unfortunately, I didn't really have it. I used my counterfeiting skills to create a bunch of fake bills to give him. But Ferrothorn had me dogged, and he already knew. During the trade off, he tried to shoot me, but I managed to only get scraped on the arm. Krokorok, who had been there, hit the gun out of his hand and shot him. Ferrothorn died instantly."
"But then we had to deal with the court cases…I was convicted for counterfeiting, but Krokorok got arrested for murder…even though she did it to save me. Stoutland tried to get me on for murder, too-"
"So THAT'S that crime he thought you committed!" said Mienshao.
"Yeah…but the old dog could never prove it. That's why I annoyed him so much. But I was innocent of murder, so there was no evidence for him to hit me with. Not so much for my girl. She's still in jail."
"You're leaving something out," drawled Bisharp.
"I came to this mansion giveaway…and I planned to sell the mansion to pay her bail…I already tried using counterfeit cash to pay for her, but Stoutland foiled that attempt, too…old bastard…"
"So, you're trying to get the money for your girlfriend," concluded Bisharp.
"Yes."
"So, would you care to return my wallet now?"
"I didn't take it!" snapped Krookodile. "I'm a crook, not a liar!"
"They usually go hand in hand," said Bisharp with a sneer.
"Bisharp, can you just finish this meeting?" asked Mienshao. "It's starting to get a bit late, and I want to make dinner."
"Well, I'm not going to eat it, so I don't care," snapped Bisharp. "Point is…we'll have another vote."
"ANOTHER vote?" asked Krookodile. "Is this the same thing as Scolipede?"
"Yes," said Bisharp shortly. "We all place votes for whoever you think is the killer. That person must spend the night outside, away from everyone else, and if someone dies during the night, then that proves whoever stayed outside innocent."
"No it doesn't," said Scrafty. "The murderer could just wait one night, and-"
"Shut up," growled Bisharp. "Don't argue. We will all place our votes now. Put them in this box."
Bisharp reached under his chair and tossed a box onto the table, before he scribbled a name down and threw his paper in. Mienshao glared at him, before she wrote a name down as well. Scrafty took a long drag on his cigarette before he tossed in his vote. Jellicent scoffed as she wrote a name down, while Krookodile growled under his breath as he threw his name in. Bisharp took the box and began to read off the votes.
"Mienshao gets one vote," he said coolly.
"Bisharp…"
"Bisharp…again?" he asked, confused.
"Bisharp…and…Bisharp?" questioned Bisharp, confused. He looked at all of the papers. All but his own had his name on it. He glanced around at everyone.
"You all…voted for ME?" asked Bisharp, stunned.
"That's right," said Krookodile. "Now get your ass out of the house."
"But…I don't understand-"
"Even if you're not the murderer, Bisharp, you've tied me up and used me as bait, and your methods of deduction just aren't cool, bro."
"So, we've decided that we'd feel safer if you were outside," concluded Jellicent.
000
Creak…
Bisharp stared outside. It was raining heavily. He stumbled as Krookodile pushed him out the door.
"This has to be a mistake!" shouted Bisharp.
"Nope!" said Krookodile, slamming the door. Bisharp just stared in disbelief as lightning flashed across the sky.
000
"That takes care of that," said Mienshao with a sigh. "All of the doors and windows are locked, right?"
Everyone nodded.
"Well, dinner's on the table," said Mienshao, shrugging. They were having a cold meal this evening…the supplies of food were starting to get low…Mienshao wanted to try and conserve as much as possible. However, with less people to feed every day…they probably had a good chance at survival.
Dinner was quiet. No one seemed to be talking much.
"Do you think we did the right thing?" asked Krookodile, frowning.
"Throwing Bisharp out there?" asked Mienshao. She sighed. "Not really…but it was his idea. I think he should learn not to mess with us."
"What if he dies?" asked Krookodile.
"Don't you think he's the killer?" asked Jellicent. "Isn't that why you voted him out?"
"Well, not for me," said Scrafty. "I just thought he'd go psycho and start killing us all to find out who the killer was."
"You don't think it's him?" asked Mienshao, surprised.
"Eh….he's too much of a white-collar," said Scrafty, shrugging. "I think he's all talk."
"Better hope he doesn't hear you," said Mienshao, glancing outside.
"What's he gonna do- come in my room in the middle of the night and get me?" asked Scrafty, laughing. "I'm off to bed…I want to turn in a bit early tonight."
He got up and sauntered out of the room. Mienshao frowned, and quickly followed him. Scrafty was trudging up the stairs when she grabbed his arm.
"Be careful, okay?" asked Mienshao. "If Bisharp isn't the killer, don't pick a fight with him…he might do something bad…"
"Aw, you're worried?" asked Scrafty, smiling. "But Mienshao…what if I'm the killer?"
"…I don't think it's you," mumbled Mienshao.
"Well, that's refreshing…go on and finish your dinner…I'm gonna take a snooze," said Scrafty. He continued up the stairs and around the corner.
Mienshao watched him go.
"I hope it's not you…"
000
Bisharp walked around outside, looking around carefully. No traps or any other Pokémon were seen yet. He looked up at the sky. The moon was covered by the thick, black thunderclouds in the sky. The only light seen was when the lightning flashed.
Bisharp muttered to himself as he continued circling the mansion.
"They betrayed me…," he whispered. His eyes narrowed, as he clenched a fist.
"They'll see…they should've never crossed me…"
000
Later that night, the four Pokémon inside the mansion were all in their rooms. Jellicent had gone up after finishing dinner, while Mienshao cleaned up the kitchen. When Mienshao went up to her room, Krookodile went with her, heading to his room down the hall. Krookodile placed the picture back on his nightstand.
"I can't fail…," he whispered. "I won't fail!"
Jellicent listened carefully before she went to sleep. No moaning this time…that was strange…
Without giving it a second thought, she turned off her light.
000
Mienshao was sleeping quietly in her room. It had taken a long time for her to fall asleep, with her fears of Bisharp breaking into the house to kill them all. But exhaustion had overcome fright.
Creak…
Mienshao's door quietly opened. A figure stepped in, shuffling noises mark their entrance. The smell of cigarette smoke filled the air…
000
TO BE CONTINUED…
Wait…wait a minute…what? I know what you're all thinking- no one died! Yeah, for the first time in this story, no one has died during one of the chapters. The reason why is because…well, you'll figure it out next chapter…or maybe the chapter after that.
So, Bisharp is a sadist, Krookodile has a girlfriend in jail, Mienshao, Scrafty, and Jellicent have no secrets. OR DO THEY? No, they really don't.
But Bisharp's aggressive methods have gotten him thrown outside for the night. But he's still alive, unlike Scolipede…so…what's gonna happen? All I can say is Bisharp, you are no Beheeyem. The main reason why Beheeyem was such a good leader was that he could get info WITHOUT pissing everyone off.
And the cliffhanger…if you can't figure out who's going in Mienshao's room, you're an idiot.
CLIFFHANGERS ARE FUN!
Bisharp: Since I've got nothing to do outside right now…review, fools. –THUNDERFLASH-
Scolipede's Ghost: Have fun, pal! Karma, bitch!