Death Mansion
Ch 6
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: Quote-- "... he can see our every move...".
Prime suspect(s) from last chapter: Reithil.
Saturday 1:30 AM
"Ko-..." Sango sobbed. Everyone stared at her. Her hands shook, her cheeks were wet from rain and tears. The knees of her pajamas were muddy. She fell to her knees.
"What happened?" InuYasha, being insensitive, had to ask.
"Along the side of the house... There was..." she used her shirt sleeve to wipe her face. "A hole... filled with... sharpened sticks," she held back a sob and continued. "He fell... he wasn't looking and he fell." She lowered her head into her hands, "If only I hadn't told him not to go, he wouldn't have fell. It's all my fault," her body shook as she sobbed into her palms.
"No, it wasn't your fault," Kagura walked over to comfort the distraught young girl.
"It was!" she slammed her hands on the tile floor.
"Don't blame yourself," Kagura patted her back.
"Who could have dug a hole that quickly?" Sango looked up.
"A demon," Kagura offered.
"Who's demon form is big enough?" Sango looked to the crew for answers.
"Almost all of my crew has large demon forms..." Spork bit her tongue in thought, "Shikyo has the largest, if I'm not mistaken."
"And where the Hell's the mud?" Shikyo held her arms open. She glared, daring anyone to accuse her without proper evidence again.
"Reithil has a fairly large one," Spork noted.
"A fairly large what?" Squirrel giggled immaturely.
"Now's not the time," Aurora flicked Squirrel's nose.
"Heh, heh," Squirrel cowered under the evil glares from everyone.
"We have to get out of here," InuYasha paced, trying to think up a plan.
"If we leave we'll all be killed," Sango growled, finally getting up from where she was kneeled on the tile floor.
"If we stay we'll be killed, too," Trey smirked, knowing she sent shivers down some spines.
"We're safer in a lit room, with weapons nearby," Spork nodded, deciding for everyone it was safest to stay here.
Saturday 2:00 AM
"This sure is a Hell of a vacation," Sango scoffed. "The best part was... Oh, yeah, when all my friends died," she sighed irritably. She was pacing back and forth, trying to think up the missing piece of the puzzle. She was determined to find the murderer.
"I thought it was mysteriously thrilling," Trey smiled.
"You're sick!" Sango hissed through clenched teeth.
Trey chuckled and started toward the exit.
"Where are you going?" InuYasha snapped suspiciously.
"To the bathroom," Trey scoffed.
"I'm going with you," InuYasha stood up.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Trey rolled her eyes.
"Someone has to keep an eye on you, for safety reasons," InuYasha said.
"Then Sesshoumaru can protect me," Trey giggled. Sesshoumaru stood up and followed her out of the room.
InuYasha sighed heavily and went and sat down.
"I need to go, too," Spork limped out the door.
"Dammit," InuYasha chased after her.
"Wait!" Sango called. "InuYasha, you can't leave all of us alone here," she reminded.
"Ah..." he stopped and turned back. "You're right," he walked back over and sat with the others.
Seconds later, a scream came from upstairs.
"Oh, shit," sighed Sango. Her and the others went out the door. They found Spork standing over a body.
"Sesshoumaru, get up! No, this can't be happening," she whimpered.
"What happened?" Sango peered over Spork's shoulder to the lifeless body of Sesshoumaru.
Spork sniffled and wiped her eyes, "I was coming down the hall and I saw Sesshoumaru on the ground he had a... a... a screwdriver embedded in his temple!" Spork wailed, burying her face in her hands and sobbing.
Trey was the one who screamed, she had walked out of the bathroom to find Sesshoumaru dead on the floor in a fresh pool of his own blood. She was staring wide-eyed at the body, unable to move.
Squirrel and Aurora stepped past Spork to take the body away.
Spork wiped her tears away and stood up, "We have to be extra careful now, it's as if he can see our every move."
Spork's words haunted the guests--"...he can see our every move..."--like a bad nightmare...
Saturday 2:15 AM
"No, we have no surveillance cameras," Squirrel assured everyone for the thousandth time.
"If I didn't have to go to the bathroom, he'd still be alive," Trey was a wreck.
"You can't blame yourself," Spork comforted the demon.
"But it's my fault," Trey whimpered.
"No, it isn't. It's Reithil's fault," Spork patted her back.
"If I ever see that no-good raccoon again, I'll kill him myself," Trey hissed.
"We all want to," Spork nodded.
Sango was pacing back and forth, "We HAVE to find a way to get out of here! We can't just stay here."
"Do you want to go running blindly into the night? It's miles until the next town," Spork looked at Sango as if she was nuts.
"But we're sitting ducks here," Sango yelled back.
"He can just turn off the power and kill another one of us," Squirrel joined in.
"I guess you're right," Spork looked up to the ceiling as she thought. "But there's no logical way to go about doing it," she tapped her foot.
"How many flashlights do we have?" Sango looked hopefully to Spork.
"Did you not hear me?!" Spork yelled. "We're not getting out of here alive!"
"What are you saying?" Sango glared at Spork.
"Even if we had enough flashlights and weapons, there's no way we could out run him... And not to mention he has one Hell of an aim. I've seen him pitch for a softball team," Spork smirked knowingly.
"So, we're just going to give up? Just like that?" Sango stared at Spork in disbelief.
"Just like that," Spork shrugged. "Haven't you noticed that he only attacks when some of us are alone? So, all we have to do is wait here--together--until sunrise. Then we have a better chance of survival."
"I guess you're right... " Sango nodded slowly.
"I have a bad feeling about all of this," Pan looked around with narrowed eyes. "It's as if..." she searched for a word.
"Something doesn't fit right in the puzzle?" Sango finished her sentence. Pan nodded absentmindedly.
Spork was off in her own conversation, "Cold blooded killer... That's what he is. I can't believe I dated him," she mumbled.
"First Kagome, then Kikyou," InuYasha whispered sadly.
"Poor Sesshoumaru," whimpered Trey.
"Miroku and my brother... He killed them," Sango murmured, joining in everyone's grief. "I can't believe they're gone..."
"Look," Spork's voice called over the murmurs, "we can't just sit here and be all sad about people who aren't coming back! We have to arm ourselves," she slammed her palm down on a table.
"She's right," Sango stood up beside her.
"We have to fight back, we can't let him kill anymore of us," Spork smiled and nodded. "Payback's a bitch."
A/n: Hehe, it's the 24 Hour Murder Marathon! n.n; Have you figured it out NOW?! The good little detectives get a cookie! ::pat pat:: Even if you figured out who it was, you have no idea what the motive is! Heh heh...