Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Patch, Belle, Piper, Shot, Raven, Shakes, Irish, and Agua. Did I miss anyone?

A/N: Okay, I know I'm bad...I didn't post yesterday or the day before!*hangs head in shame* Anyways, I only got one vote for who is gonna be the killer. If I don't get any more then that certain person will be the killer. So, anyways here starts the investigating. *tilts her head to the side* I'm gonna skip some of the groups because even with the ones I'm gonna have now this is gonna be really long.

~*~*Spot's POV*~*~

After watching the movie, we all go our seperate ways but for most, it's going to the rooms. There are four rooms, two for the boys and two for the girls. Ally, Irish, Kitty, and Road share a room, while Dreamer, Musical, Penner, and Singer take the second one. We're all really lucky that Road and Singer don't share a room or else we wouldn't be able to sleep.

Blink, Cowboy, Race and I decide to go in the same room. That leaves Dutchy, Skittery, and Specs to sleep together inthe same room. Blink, Cowboy, Race, and I are sitting in our room, talking.

Cowboy looks at us with a smirk, "So...what do you guys think of the girls?"

Blink looks at Cowboy confused, "What do you mean?"

I roll my eyes and look to Dutchy, "Isn't it obvious? He's asking us which girl we like the best. Personally, I like Ally, because she's the one I've talked to the most. Plus, I think she's the prettiest."

Cowboy laughs, "I'd go with Kitty for those same reasons."

Race rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Honestly, you two. Don't you think there's more important things then looks?"

I turn and look at him with a glare, "Oh yeah, if that's so important then which girl do you like and why?"

I smirk as I notice a small blush appears on Race's cheeks. He goes back to taking the clothes out of one of his suitcases, "No one...I think they're all really nice girls and that's it."

Cowboy laughs, "So ya mean ya don't think Road is nice or funny or anything like that?"

Blink cuts in for Race, "I agree with Race, all of these girls are nice and all but none of them are my type."

Cowboy and I are both about to make more comments but we hear a loud scream from the direction of the living room. We rush out of the room, almost crashing into the other three boys.

All seven of us run towards the living room, to find all eight girls already there. Six of them are laughing and the seventh, Singer, is glaring at Road, who is trying to look as innocent as possible.

Singer points at Road, "You..you delinquent! How could you?!?!"

Road shrugs, "Like I told you, Singer, I didn't see you there. If I had, I would never have tossed the dead rat at you. I was just looking for a spot and I didn't notice there was anyone."

Singer's chest heaves as she glares at Road, "You're a liar! You purposely did that just because you hate me! You don't like the fact that I'm better than you in every way!"

All of the laughing has stopped, as everyone stares at Singer. Race walks over by Road and glares at Singer, "If you're better then her in every way, then maybe you would keep your trap shut! She already told you she did it accidentally, so leave her alone."

Singer looks at Race startled, "Why are you defending her? She's just a stupid jerk of a girl who has nothing going for her."

Race rolls his eyes, "Yeah, well that's your opinion. Not all of us in this house share it."

Race whispers something in Road's ear and they both walk out of the room, leaving us astonished. Soon afterwards, we all go back to our rooms and fall asleep.

The next day, each group is given the tasks they are to do for that week. Ally and I are suppose to question three of the suspects and one townsperson. Our first suspect is Johnathan. Our other three people to question are Alex Seitz, Whiskers, and Brian Denton.

Johnathan is looking at us, obviously nervous and scared. Ally gives him a charming smile, "So, how did you know Mayer and Esther Jacobs?"

Johnathan's eyes widen, "I didn't know them, I had never met them before they disappeared."

Okay, this guy is a little weird and not telling the truth. I decide to ask the second question, "Well...how long have you lived in this town?"

Johnathan shrugs, "Oh, I've lived here all my life. I was born and raised in the house I live at now."

Ally nods as she still smiles, "Do you live with anyone, sir?"

Johnathan shakes his head sadly, "No, I'm single and that's probably how I'll stay."

We ask a couple of other questions and then leave, not feeling any sense of accomplishment.

When we question the other three during the week, they are the same as Johnathan. All four are vague and not forthcoming. I'm getting really tired of having to deal with people like that.

Searching for clues would probably have been more fun, and I worry as I try to figure out who I'm gonna vote for to play the murderer's game on Sunday. I finally decide to vote for Musical, no offense to her. She's a Blockbuster worker and that's not gonna really help in this game.

~*~*Blink's POV*~*~

This is great, now I'm stuck with the most hyper person in the group. As we drive towards the Unicorn's horn to question the people there, Dreamer is talking my ear off about stuff like roadkill and pickles.

I'm very grateful when the taxi cab driver pulls up to the bar. As we walk into the bar, I gasp out loud. There is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life. She has shoulder length blonde hair and large blue eyes.

Dreamer drags me over there, telling me that that's the first person we have to question, Agua Wilkins. Agua looks at us with a polite smile, "You two looking for me?"

Dreamer nods her head up and down, "Yes, we wanted to ask you some questions. Can you spare a few minutes, hmmm?"

Agua nods and calls to another waiter that she's taking a break. We walk to a large table and sit down. Agua looks at both of us, "What do you want then?"

I finally open my mouth and talk, "We want to ask you a few questions about the disappearances of Esther and Mayer Jacobs. Did you know them that well?"

Agua rolls her eyes, "No, I didn't know them. I'm just a waitress here, and Mayer Jacobs is the boss. Why would he bother with someone as lowly as me?"

I could think of a few reasons, but I'll keep them to myself. Dreamer tilts her head to the side, "Did you take them, huh huh? Answer the question truthfully!"

Agua looks at Dreamer oddly and then turns to me with a look that asks if Dreamer's for real. I just shrug, as we continue with our interview. This game might be more fun then I thought, at first.

Looking back at this past week, I consider who I'm going to vote for. I obviously can't vote for Singer, since she is the lifeguard. I don't want to vote for Road, because I like watching her argue with Singer, usually winning. None of the guys are bad enough that I want to vote for them this week. I finally decide to vote for Dreamer, because she has been the most annoying one.

~*~*Racetrack's POV*~*~

Road and I are supposed to be checking for clues at the Jacobs house. Apparently the three children are staying at their friends'. Finally, as we look around we find a bloodied hat. Road looks to me questioningly, "Does that look like a clue?"

I look at it and nod, "Yeah, that looks like one. It looks like Mayer's to me..."

Road nods as she examines the hat, "I was thinking the same thing. He must have been wearing it when the killer attacked him. Wait a minute, why would he be wearing his hat if he is inside? I know I normally take off my hat when I get home. I..."

I blink as I turn to Road, wondering why she has stopped talking and notice that she's holding something in her hand. I raise an eyebrow, "Where'd you get that and what is it?"

Road looks at me, "It's a piece of paper and it was taped to the inside of the hat. It only has one word written on it. I don't think this is Mayer's hat..."

I take the paper and flinch as I notice the blood stains. The paper is a picture of Mayer but with one word written in what looks like blood. That word just so happens to be GREED. Road looks at me, "This feels just like Seven, doesn't it?"

I nod, looking around to make sure no one else is in the room. I notice that Road is starting to shiver slightly, probably half out of fear and half out of actual cold.

Without even thinking about it, I quickly take off my jacket and hand it to her, "Ya look cold."

She smiles to me and puts it on, "Thanks, I didn't know it was gonna be so cold in here or I'd have brought a jacket or sweater myself."

I have a sweater under my jacket, so it really doesn't affect me. Road suddenly turns to me, "Wait...why is it so cold in here? I mean, shouldn't the heaters come on or something?"

I haven't thought about that, but it is oddly cold in here. We both walk downstairs to the basement, only to find the heater smashed up beyond repair. Road walks over to the heater and pulls two things out. She looks at it and then looks at me, "It's a polaroid camera and there's a folder."

What in the world is a camera doing in the heater? And what's in the folder? We both decide to wait until we get back to the house to open the folder.

All fifteen of us are sitting in the room, looking at pictures of Mayer walking into a brothel and pictures of Mayer sleeping with various women in the town. Road looks skeptical, "So...Mayer got killed because he's a dirty old whore?"

Irish shakes her head, "Don't be silly, everyone knows that guys can't be whores. Only women can. When guys do it, they're 'players.'"

I look up, "Road's right, though. He doesn't seem likely that a man would be killed just because he sleeps around. I mean, I know tons of guys who do the same exact thing. Some of them are married or in a serious relationship, too."

Suddenly, Carl walks in and we all turn our attention to him. He clears his throat, "We got both the black and red envelopes. We're gonna open the black one right now and then we're gonna vote on the two people to go out."

Carl opens the envelope and then looks at it. He looks up and smiles, "This question will be for everyone but Road and Race."

Road and I are sitting by each other and she gives me a look. It must be a question about something we did. Sure enough, Carl says, "This is a question about the investigation that Road and Race had. It's actually a two-part question. Who found the hat in the living room and who found the pictures and camera in the heater?"

I whisper to Road, "That one's easy...you found both of them. Let's hope that the others are smart enough to figure that out."

It seems to be split half and half with one group saying that Road found both clues and the other saying that Road and I both found one clue each. Singer keeps stating that she thinks I found both of them by myself and that Road had done nothing at the house. It's obvious who she is gonna pick when the time comes.

Finally, the group does rock, paper, scissors and luckily it ends up that the Road group wins. They put in their answers and a picture of Road with her hand in the heater and a picture with Road holding the hat and the picture from the hat appear on the screen.

I feel Road shivering beside me, even though she's still wearing my jacket still. I can understand her feelings, though. Somebody has been watching the group the whole time we've been here and this just proves it.

I wrap my arm around her, trying to comfort her. I whisper in her ear, "Don't worry, as long as I am here, I'll make sure to stick around you as much as possible and make sure you aren't alone."

She gives me a smile and curls up next to me, snuggling into e so that she can keep warm. We don't notice that everyone is watching us until Irish clears her throat loudly. We jump and look up, blushing brightly as Irish smirks.

Carl clears his throat, "Anyways...let's see who has been cleared from the suspects."

We turn to look at the screen and soon the huge picture of Whiskers come up. Then a large black X goes through the picture to show that she has been cleared. Now comes the hard part.

~*~*Road's POV*~*~

After everyone votes for the person, we all come back into the Investigation Room. i end up sitting on Race's lap, whispering to him. He looks at all of the other guys in the room, "20 bucks says Singer puts Road in and 30 bucks says she comes back."

All of the boys get in on the bets, making various other ones. Nice to know he has such faith in me. I hope I don't lose him 50 dollars. Carl comes in quickly, "Well, I know you guys want to know who is going out tonight and the votes go this way...Musical is gonna be the first one to go on the Murderer's Game. Now, Singer...who are you gonna put as the second?"

Singer pretends to think about it for a couple of minutes and then answers, "Road, because she hasn't been doing much for the group."

I glare at Singer, what a rotten liar. I did more then she did in the whole week because she is the lifeguard. Now we have to choose a map from the red envelope and then make our last will & testament. I walk up to Carl and pull out a map.

I sigh, "Great...I got the Cliffs of Insanity. I know I'm gonna have fun there."

Musical shrugs, "I got the old factory."

Carl nods to both of us, "Both of you make your will and testaments and then there's two taxis waiting to take you to your place."

I end up in a taxi with a good-looking guy with black hair. He says his name is Diablo Hunter, brother to Shot Hunter. Diablo smiles to me, "You can call me Bumlets. My parents had a sick sense of humor when they named me Diablo. Diablo means devil in Spanish so my full name means Devil Hunter. So, you're going to the Cliffs?"

I nod, "Yeah, either there's a killer there or a clue. I'm hoping for a clue, so I guess that makes me an optimist."

He smiles and turns to me when we get to the cliffs, "Good luck...I'll wait here for an hour and if you don't come back then I'm gonna guess you were taken by the killer."

I nod and get out of the car, walking quietly up the cliff. I shiver and pull Race's jacket tighter around me. I blink, finally realizing I have Race's jacket. I mutter, "Great...I hope I can stay in the game just so I can give this back..."

I blink as I hear loud crunching noises behind me, but I ignore them as I continue climbing. I suddenly come upon a large horseshoe shaped thing with black roses filling it. I blink as I turn around quickly, hearing more loud noises in the forest. I let out a loud scream, falling backwards.

~*~*Musical's POV*~*~

It figures that they would pick me, since I'm quiet. I almost hope I do end up leaving, not liking some of the people in the group at all. Of course, it also wouldn't be as much fun without Road to bug the heck out of Singer.

I walk up the steps, hearing the crunch of the leaves I walk on. I wonder if all of the girls are gonna go and then all of the guys. I really hope a girl stays to the very end. These games aren't really to show smarts, they're just luck.

I continue my way into the house, and look around. Where am I suppose to go in here? I shrug and just continue walking, trying not to pay attention to the loud footsteps I make and the aloneness of the factory.

I suddenly find myself in the kitchen, where a large horse shoe is filled with black flowers. Race would love this, since it's like those things they put on the horses that win at the races. I scream, looking behind the horse shoe.

A/N: And so this chapter ends, who ends up finding a clue and who is gonna be swimming with the fishes, so to speak? Well, that's to be decided and you guys can tell me who you think it should be that makes it back. My e-mail is still oko_the_penguin_girl@hotmail.com. Just put the subject as Murder Victim and then you can just write either Musical or Roadtrip down on it. Anyways, I saw two great movies yesterday. Phone Booth, which has Collin Farrell in it and Just Married. When I watched it, I found out that David Moscow is in it. Newsies reach everywhere, don't they? Marty Belafsky looks different in America's Sweethearts then when he plays Crutchy in Newsies. Anyways, shout-outs! This time Blink will be helping me with them.

Cerridwen4: It's okay, I understand how it is to have your computer go down. I'm real glad that you like the story and I can't wait to read more of The Crimson Rose.

(Blink licks a lolly that Road gave him)You can still be in the story if ya want as a townsperson...the information she needs is in the first chapter if ya want.

Raven: I'm glad you liked the birthing story. I know my friend sure as heck didn't. I think she was just cranky that day...

(Blink)Gee...wonder why. Maybe because you were bugging her.

Me? Bug a friend...never! Have another lollypop.*shoves a lolly pop in Blink's mouth* Well, anyway...here's the next chapter for you so that you don't have to go in therapy or anything. Am I imagining it or are my chapters getting bigger?

Klover: You liked it so much that you gave me three reviews? I'm flattered....Esther really isn't dumb. It's really supposed to be a game show, and therefore no one is supposed to get killed. They're supposed to just keep out of the way so that no one ever sees them. Obviously it's not a game anymore...

(Blink finally pulls the lollypop out of his mouth)I don't think I have much to add to what Road said...except don't trust the pickles!

Aguachica: Me? Trying to kill my reader/reviewer/friend? *looks around for a couple of minutes*Of course not! Anyways, glad I gave you an idea for school...Make the people go nuts...like my sub for English. He goes off on random stuff and we're just like, "Yeah, whatever." Cookie the Kitty loves to be pet and needs lots of attention. I agree...Johnathan is scary.

(Race suddenly pops in)Of course I wouldn't let her kill you! Unless she tied me up and kept me in her closet, then I couldn't do anything...*gets his superhero costume on*I'll protect you!

(Blink smacks Race)Only I get to protect her, dummy!

Guys...she has a boyfriend, he can protect her...

(Blink and Race look at each other)Oh...

Shot Hunter: Just remember that when it comes to my birthday, which is October 28th. Just kidding! Wait...I started this on your birthday...so this is my birthday present to you!*nods a lot*

(Race eyes Road)You're just trying to do that so you don't have to give her a real birthday present...*gives Shot more tips on horses*Glad you liked the stuff I gave you.

(Blinks takes patch off of head and hands it to Shot)My birthday present to you!*puts new patch on*

Umm...yeah, well I say we beat up Fox for not taking Murder in Small Town X again!*gets a lynch mob ready*

Lindsay1: Thanks, I try. Well, here's the next chapter for you.

(Blink mutters)Yeah...it only took three days to write from this lazy bum.

*eyes Blink*What was that?

(Race)He said it only took three days to write from you and he called you a lazy bum.

(Blink glares at Race and then runs after Road chases him)TATTLETALE!!!

Shakes1: Here you go...I don't need any of my readers going to the hospital, cuz then I'll have to go to jail...jail is bad. Fox sucks at Reality TV shows, because not everyone wants a bunch of half-nude people running around, trying to get in each other's pants. That's just my opinion though*waits for the lawyers to come to her door*

(Blink comes back sporting a black eye and a split lip)That was cruel, Road...I say one lousy little thing and you go postal.

(Race plays with his toy train)Well...as long as people know then I guess it's all right. If Road laughed while on the computer, people would run for cover, thinking she's crazy. Looks like you get to be the last shout-out...feel special!