Death Mansion
Ch 3
Disclaimer:: I don't own InuYasha or any other copyrighted materials mentioned in this fic. I only own my original characters and the mansion!
Important author note:: This is sort of a "sister story" to At The Work Place. The character's are going to be killed, so obviously this story has no affect on the other one. It isn't essential that you read At The Work Place, though it might help. And, no, the flower shop crew is not in the other story.
Original Characters:: Age, hair color, eye color. Gender, species. Job. Attitude towards the deaths.
Spork--17, red orange hair, purple eyes. Female, squirrel demon. She's the building owner. Though usually hyper and happy, the situation brings out her rare serious side.
Squirrel--17, red and black hair, purple eyes. Female, squirrel demon. Co- owner of the building, she does a lot of the repairs. She stays cheery in spite of the murders that continue.
Pan--18, blonde hair, green eyes. Female, fox demon. Cook. She tries to keep the group as calm as possible, to little avail.
Trey--17, burgundy hair, red eyes (wears an eyepatch over her right eye). Female, ferret demon. She works odd jobs (i.e. filling the spa, planting, etc.). She isn't worried about the murderer returning, but enjoys torturing the guests.
Aurora--16, black hair, brown eyes. Female, half wolf demon. She works at the front desk and does some cleaning. She's very calm for the occasion, and she basically ignores everyone unless they speak to her.
Shikyo--18, silver hair, silver eyes. Female, panther demon. She repairs electrical equipment. She prefers being alone but that would make her the perfect suspect. (Her name means Death...)
Reithil--17, blue hair with a white stripe, blue eyes. Male, raccoon demon. He is in the process of becoming a more advanced doctor, but now he only knows the basics. He's more than laidback and carefree.
WARNING:: Violence, murder, mild language.
CLUE: Unbroken lock.
Prime suspect: Reithil
Friday 10:30 PM
"We should lock that monster up!" whimpered Sango, she cowered behind Miroku.
"Yeah," agreed Kohaku, "lock him in a closet or something."
"But you have no solid proof!" complained Reithil.
"We have your footprints," Miroku rolled his eyes and wondered how stupid the raccoon was.
"Spork has the same sized foot as me!" he pointed accusingly at the manager of the hotel.
Miroku blinked, "How do you know that?"
"Um," Reithil stared at the ground. "Fine, lock me up. But I hope you feel real safe with the REAL muderer still loose," he smirked.
Miroku stepped in the room and grabbed Reithil's wrists, "Let's go."
"Wait," Sango placed her hand on Miroku's shoulder, stopping him. "What if he's telling the truth?"
"She has a point," Naraku bit his bottom lip.
"But, what if he's lying?" Miroku looked seriously at the guests in the hall.
"I guess that's true, too," Sango glanced at Reithil.
"This is a load of crap," growled Reithil. "Oh well, you're all going to die, well I'll be safely locked away in a closet." He held his hands up, "Do what you want with me."
Friday 10:45 PM
Reithil was locked in the closet of his own room with a glass of water and a plate of food.
The guests who were awake went back to their rooms, deciding it was best not to wake the sleepers.
The awoken crew members went back to the dining room.
"I don't believe this," murmured Spork.
"Well, you better start believing," Pan remarked with a smile. "I'm really worried."
"I don't think he did it," Aurora said from behind her magazine.
"What?" Spork and Pan chorused, looking to Aurora for an explanation.
"Well, what you said upstairs, Spork," Aurora reminded. "Why would he pinpoint the time of death and make himself a suspect?"
Pan looked away, "What I don't get is why she didn't scream."
Spork looked slowly to Pan, "Hakkaku said he was getting sleeping pills from you."
The fox demon tilted her head sideways, "Point?"
"Yura couldn't scream if she was asleep," Spork looked accusingly at her friend.
Pan laughed, "You must be joking. Besides, I have a perfect alibi. I was down here the whole time, first Kagura saw me, then Hakkaku, then you came back... Hey, you were gone for a while."
Spork sighed, "Okay, let's stop making bogus accusations. Reithil is locked up, unless there's another murder... we know it's him."
"You're right," Pan nodded.
"Don't let your guard down," Aurora flipped a page in her magazine. "I have a bad feeling the murderer's still loose."
Friday 11:00 PM
Miroku came downstairs and into the dining room with a worried look on his face. "I... I don't feel safe in my room," he admitted.
"Come sit with us," Pan offered, "we get night watch." Pan tried to sound enthusiastic, but it wasn't exactly fun.
"Thanks," Miroku walked over and sat down at the table with the three demons.
"Was it wrong locking him up?" Miroku looked to Spork for an answer.
"Not at all," Spork shrugged. "If he did it, then we're all safe. If not, then we owe him an apology. Not a big deal." She smiled, "Don't worry about it."
"Can I ask you a question?" Miroku seemed nervous.
"Shoot," Spork waited.
"How do you know Reithil?" Miroku bit his lower lip. "If it's not a problem, I'd like to know."
"It's not a problem at all," Spork laughed. "I met him at a party. We dated for a year and a half... But, uh, things just didn't work out," she hoped he wouldn't ask anymore.
"Oh, sorry to bring it up," Miroku glanced away.
"It's not a problem. Why'd you want to know?" she looked at him suspiciosly.
"I just thought it was odd that Reithil knew your shoe size, but that explains it," he smiled.
"Yeah, those two were so cute together," Pan interrupted the conversation.
"Shush you," Spork wadded a napkin and chucked it at the fox, missing her by a few inches. She stood up, "I need to pee." She left the dining room.
There was an awkward silence in the room as Aurora read her magazine, Pan sipped her drink, and Miroku stared at the ceiling. Suddenly thunder flashed and it started raining again.
"Great," mumbled Aurora, staring at a window.
"Uh," Miroku cleaed his throat, "in the morning, I think we should go check out the ground under Yura's window. Look for footrpints or any other clues that might help."
"If we're going to do that, we might want to do it now," Pan said.
"What?" Miroku blinked, confused as to why she said that.
"If there's any footprints that can help us, they're getting washed away in the rain right about now," Pan nodded, proud of herself.
"Oh!" Miroku jumped up, "Let's go then."
"There's no way I'm going out there," Pan scoffed.
Miroku looked to Aurora hopefully.
"Nope, ain't no way I'm going outside now," Aurora flipped a page in her magazine and started laughing at something.
"Fine, I'll go myself," Miroku left.
"He needs a flashlight," Pan raced after him.
"I'm all alone, now?" Aurora glanced around nervously. "Wait for me!" She threw her magazine on the table and hurried to catch up with Miroku and Pan.
Spork returned to the dining room to find it empty. "Huh," she noted that Aurora's magazine was still laying on the table. "Must have been important," she mumbled.
The swinging door flew open and Shikyo walked in. When Spork looked at her for an explanation she spoke quietly, "I'm not tired."
The door was pushed open again and Kouga walked in, "I heard something outside." He looked to the ground.
"Probably just a squirrel," Spork was proud of her fellow creatures for scaring Kouga.
"No, I thought I heard talking," Kouga had walked over and sat down. Shikyo chose to remain standing though.
"What were the voices saying?" Spork asked, curious.
"I couldn't hear, but it sounded like two girls and a guy," Kouga seemed stressed about the situation.
"It was probably Pan, Aurora, and Miroku doing a patrol outside," Spork shrugged.
"What if they're the killers? If they did night patrol before-" Kouga stopped when Spork held up her hand.
"I did night patrol the last round," she said, hoping that would comfort the wolf and he would return to his room.
"Then it could have been you," Kouga started shivering with fear.
"Yeah, okay. And why exactly would I want to kill my guests?" Spork scoffed.
"I guess you're right," Kouga was nervously ripping a napkin to pieces with his claws.
"Plus, whoever killed Yura, also killed Kagome," Spork reminded. "And I was showering."
"I'm going to find something to eat," Shikyo whispered and walked off to the kitchen.
"Oh, yeah," Kouga looked shocked when he saw the shredded napkin in his hands, he hadn't realized he was doing it. "What about that creepy bus driver?" Kouga looked up with fear in his eyes.
"What about her?" Spork blinked.
"Where'd she go?" Kouga seemed certain he had figured out the murderer.
"I don't know, probably went back to her bus and drove home," Spork shrugged. "I'm going to check on the outside patrollers, I'll be right back," Spork got up and left the wolf alone.
Kouga glanced around, checking the windows.
Suddenly the lights went out and stumbling in the kitchen was heard.
The dining room door swung open and four people ran in, plus Shikyo came in from the kitchen. A strange thump was heard and a gasp. Lightning struck and lit up the room, revealing Kouga slumped over.
"What's wrong with him," someone asked.
"Someone needs to get the lights back on," Miroku yelled.
"The fuse box is outside," Spork said.
Two bodies ran out and in minutes the lights whirred and flashed back on, several of the members in the dining room shielding their eyes from the sudden change in light.
Miroku gasped. Shikyo and Spork realized immediately why he gasped.
Kouga had a butcher knife embedded deep into his chest, blood dripping from the fresh wound.
Pan and Aurora ran back inside, shaking their hair free of the rain. The both froze when they saw what everyone else was staring at.
"The murderer's still loose," Shikyo hissed.
"It's one of us," Pan glanced around at Shikyo, Spork, Miroku, and Aurora.
"Pan or Shikyo," Miroku said, taking a step away from Pan.
"What?" the accused looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Look at the kind of knife," Miroku instructed. When everyone got a good look, Miroku stated the obvious, "A butcher knife. Only Pan and Shikyo have been in the kitchen in the last--what?--hour."
"Doesn't mean someone couldn't stash one in their room," Pan pointed out in her defense.
"And Pan was outside, she could have made the lights go out," Spork looked to her friend.
"Whoa, wait a second," she took a step back, holding her hands up in a defensive pose. "It's isn't me," she whimpered, as four pairs of eyes glared at her.
"We owe a certain raccoon an apology, I do believe," Miroku started walking to the door.
Spork grabbed Pan by her shoulders and led her out of the dining room and to Reithil's room.
Shikyo and Aurora got rubber gloves and carried Kouga's body up the stairs to his room, so no one had to see the gory body.
Friday 11:30 PM
"Oh, no," Miroku murmured as the others filed in the room, Aurora and Shikyo came in minutes later.
"He's gone!" Spork wailed.
"He must have broken the latch," Pan shrugged.
"No, look," Miroku pointed to the latch, "someone let him out."
"So, he probably killed Kouga," Pan pointed out.
"But... why would anyone let him out?" Spork bit her bottom lip nervously.
"And where is he now?" Aurora's question haunted the others.
"We need to split up and collect everyone from their rooms and search for Reithil," Miroku suggested. "No one's safe alone."
A/n: Figure it out yet?
Ch 3
Disclaimer:: I don't own InuYasha or any other copyrighted materials mentioned in this fic. I only own my original characters and the mansion!
Important author note:: This is sort of a "sister story" to At The Work Place. The character's are going to be killed, so obviously this story has no affect on the other one. It isn't essential that you read At The Work Place, though it might help. And, no, the flower shop crew is not in the other story.
Original Characters:: Age, hair color, eye color. Gender, species. Job. Attitude towards the deaths.
Spork--17, red orange hair, purple eyes. Female, squirrel demon. She's the building owner. Though usually hyper and happy, the situation brings out her rare serious side.
Squirrel--17, red and black hair, purple eyes. Female, squirrel demon. Co- owner of the building, she does a lot of the repairs. She stays cheery in spite of the murders that continue.
Pan--18, blonde hair, green eyes. Female, fox demon. Cook. She tries to keep the group as calm as possible, to little avail.
Trey--17, burgundy hair, red eyes (wears an eyepatch over her right eye). Female, ferret demon. She works odd jobs (i.e. filling the spa, planting, etc.). She isn't worried about the murderer returning, but enjoys torturing the guests.
Aurora--16, black hair, brown eyes. Female, half wolf demon. She works at the front desk and does some cleaning. She's very calm for the occasion, and she basically ignores everyone unless they speak to her.
Shikyo--18, silver hair, silver eyes. Female, panther demon. She repairs electrical equipment. She prefers being alone but that would make her the perfect suspect. (Her name means Death...)
Reithil--17, blue hair with a white stripe, blue eyes. Male, raccoon demon. He is in the process of becoming a more advanced doctor, but now he only knows the basics. He's more than laidback and carefree.
WARNING:: Violence, murder, mild language.
CLUE: Unbroken lock.
Prime suspect: Reithil
Friday 10:30 PM
"We should lock that monster up!" whimpered Sango, she cowered behind Miroku.
"Yeah," agreed Kohaku, "lock him in a closet or something."
"But you have no solid proof!" complained Reithil.
"We have your footprints," Miroku rolled his eyes and wondered how stupid the raccoon was.
"Spork has the same sized foot as me!" he pointed accusingly at the manager of the hotel.
Miroku blinked, "How do you know that?"
"Um," Reithil stared at the ground. "Fine, lock me up. But I hope you feel real safe with the REAL muderer still loose," he smirked.
Miroku stepped in the room and grabbed Reithil's wrists, "Let's go."
"Wait," Sango placed her hand on Miroku's shoulder, stopping him. "What if he's telling the truth?"
"She has a point," Naraku bit his bottom lip.
"But, what if he's lying?" Miroku looked seriously at the guests in the hall.
"I guess that's true, too," Sango glanced at Reithil.
"This is a load of crap," growled Reithil. "Oh well, you're all going to die, well I'll be safely locked away in a closet." He held his hands up, "Do what you want with me."
Friday 10:45 PM
Reithil was locked in the closet of his own room with a glass of water and a plate of food.
The guests who were awake went back to their rooms, deciding it was best not to wake the sleepers.
The awoken crew members went back to the dining room.
"I don't believe this," murmured Spork.
"Well, you better start believing," Pan remarked with a smile. "I'm really worried."
"I don't think he did it," Aurora said from behind her magazine.
"What?" Spork and Pan chorused, looking to Aurora for an explanation.
"Well, what you said upstairs, Spork," Aurora reminded. "Why would he pinpoint the time of death and make himself a suspect?"
Pan looked away, "What I don't get is why she didn't scream."
Spork looked slowly to Pan, "Hakkaku said he was getting sleeping pills from you."
The fox demon tilted her head sideways, "Point?"
"Yura couldn't scream if she was asleep," Spork looked accusingly at her friend.
Pan laughed, "You must be joking. Besides, I have a perfect alibi. I was down here the whole time, first Kagura saw me, then Hakkaku, then you came back... Hey, you were gone for a while."
Spork sighed, "Okay, let's stop making bogus accusations. Reithil is locked up, unless there's another murder... we know it's him."
"You're right," Pan nodded.
"Don't let your guard down," Aurora flipped a page in her magazine. "I have a bad feeling the murderer's still loose."
Friday 11:00 PM
Miroku came downstairs and into the dining room with a worried look on his face. "I... I don't feel safe in my room," he admitted.
"Come sit with us," Pan offered, "we get night watch." Pan tried to sound enthusiastic, but it wasn't exactly fun.
"Thanks," Miroku walked over and sat down at the table with the three demons.
"Was it wrong locking him up?" Miroku looked to Spork for an answer.
"Not at all," Spork shrugged. "If he did it, then we're all safe. If not, then we owe him an apology. Not a big deal." She smiled, "Don't worry about it."
"Can I ask you a question?" Miroku seemed nervous.
"Shoot," Spork waited.
"How do you know Reithil?" Miroku bit his lower lip. "If it's not a problem, I'd like to know."
"It's not a problem at all," Spork laughed. "I met him at a party. We dated for a year and a half... But, uh, things just didn't work out," she hoped he wouldn't ask anymore.
"Oh, sorry to bring it up," Miroku glanced away.
"It's not a problem. Why'd you want to know?" she looked at him suspiciosly.
"I just thought it was odd that Reithil knew your shoe size, but that explains it," he smiled.
"Yeah, those two were so cute together," Pan interrupted the conversation.
"Shush you," Spork wadded a napkin and chucked it at the fox, missing her by a few inches. She stood up, "I need to pee." She left the dining room.
There was an awkward silence in the room as Aurora read her magazine, Pan sipped her drink, and Miroku stared at the ceiling. Suddenly thunder flashed and it started raining again.
"Great," mumbled Aurora, staring at a window.
"Uh," Miroku cleaed his throat, "in the morning, I think we should go check out the ground under Yura's window. Look for footrpints or any other clues that might help."
"If we're going to do that, we might want to do it now," Pan said.
"What?" Miroku blinked, confused as to why she said that.
"If there's any footprints that can help us, they're getting washed away in the rain right about now," Pan nodded, proud of herself.
"Oh!" Miroku jumped up, "Let's go then."
"There's no way I'm going out there," Pan scoffed.
Miroku looked to Aurora hopefully.
"Nope, ain't no way I'm going outside now," Aurora flipped a page in her magazine and started laughing at something.
"Fine, I'll go myself," Miroku left.
"He needs a flashlight," Pan raced after him.
"I'm all alone, now?" Aurora glanced around nervously. "Wait for me!" She threw her magazine on the table and hurried to catch up with Miroku and Pan.
Spork returned to the dining room to find it empty. "Huh," she noted that Aurora's magazine was still laying on the table. "Must have been important," she mumbled.
The swinging door flew open and Shikyo walked in. When Spork looked at her for an explanation she spoke quietly, "I'm not tired."
The door was pushed open again and Kouga walked in, "I heard something outside." He looked to the ground.
"Probably just a squirrel," Spork was proud of her fellow creatures for scaring Kouga.
"No, I thought I heard talking," Kouga had walked over and sat down. Shikyo chose to remain standing though.
"What were the voices saying?" Spork asked, curious.
"I couldn't hear, but it sounded like two girls and a guy," Kouga seemed stressed about the situation.
"It was probably Pan, Aurora, and Miroku doing a patrol outside," Spork shrugged.
"What if they're the killers? If they did night patrol before-" Kouga stopped when Spork held up her hand.
"I did night patrol the last round," she said, hoping that would comfort the wolf and he would return to his room.
"Then it could have been you," Kouga started shivering with fear.
"Yeah, okay. And why exactly would I want to kill my guests?" Spork scoffed.
"I guess you're right," Kouga was nervously ripping a napkin to pieces with his claws.
"Plus, whoever killed Yura, also killed Kagome," Spork reminded. "And I was showering."
"I'm going to find something to eat," Shikyo whispered and walked off to the kitchen.
"Oh, yeah," Kouga looked shocked when he saw the shredded napkin in his hands, he hadn't realized he was doing it. "What about that creepy bus driver?" Kouga looked up with fear in his eyes.
"What about her?" Spork blinked.
"Where'd she go?" Kouga seemed certain he had figured out the murderer.
"I don't know, probably went back to her bus and drove home," Spork shrugged. "I'm going to check on the outside patrollers, I'll be right back," Spork got up and left the wolf alone.
Kouga glanced around, checking the windows.
Suddenly the lights went out and stumbling in the kitchen was heard.
The dining room door swung open and four people ran in, plus Shikyo came in from the kitchen. A strange thump was heard and a gasp. Lightning struck and lit up the room, revealing Kouga slumped over.
"What's wrong with him," someone asked.
"Someone needs to get the lights back on," Miroku yelled.
"The fuse box is outside," Spork said.
Two bodies ran out and in minutes the lights whirred and flashed back on, several of the members in the dining room shielding their eyes from the sudden change in light.
Miroku gasped. Shikyo and Spork realized immediately why he gasped.
Kouga had a butcher knife embedded deep into his chest, blood dripping from the fresh wound.
Pan and Aurora ran back inside, shaking their hair free of the rain. The both froze when they saw what everyone else was staring at.
"The murderer's still loose," Shikyo hissed.
"It's one of us," Pan glanced around at Shikyo, Spork, Miroku, and Aurora.
"Pan or Shikyo," Miroku said, taking a step away from Pan.
"What?" the accused looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Look at the kind of knife," Miroku instructed. When everyone got a good look, Miroku stated the obvious, "A butcher knife. Only Pan and Shikyo have been in the kitchen in the last--what?--hour."
"Doesn't mean someone couldn't stash one in their room," Pan pointed out in her defense.
"And Pan was outside, she could have made the lights go out," Spork looked to her friend.
"Whoa, wait a second," she took a step back, holding her hands up in a defensive pose. "It's isn't me," she whimpered, as four pairs of eyes glared at her.
"We owe a certain raccoon an apology, I do believe," Miroku started walking to the door.
Spork grabbed Pan by her shoulders and led her out of the dining room and to Reithil's room.
Shikyo and Aurora got rubber gloves and carried Kouga's body up the stairs to his room, so no one had to see the gory body.
Friday 11:30 PM
"Oh, no," Miroku murmured as the others filed in the room, Aurora and Shikyo came in minutes later.
"He's gone!" Spork wailed.
"He must have broken the latch," Pan shrugged.
"No, look," Miroku pointed to the latch, "someone let him out."
"So, he probably killed Kouga," Pan pointed out.
"But... why would anyone let him out?" Spork bit her bottom lip nervously.
"And where is he now?" Aurora's question haunted the others.
"We need to split up and collect everyone from their rooms and search for Reithil," Miroku suggested. "No one's safe alone."
A/n: Figure it out yet?