1Chapter 9
The Bloody Knife is Found
POV Miss Scarlet
TheWhitePrincess:
Miss Scarlet slowly swam the murky depths of her mind for consciousness. She moved her hand around her on the hard ground.
'Where am I?' She thought confused.
The floor was freezing and the thin material on her dress didn't do much to comfort her chilled body. Finally her hand came in contact with something metal and wet. Wondering what it could be she moved her fingers along it until a sharp pain ripped through her finger. Her eyes flew open painfully as she pushed herself up and her other hand came to her head as it throbbed.
"I was drugged, I remember now, but where am I and what is..." Miss. Scarlet looked over and discovered that the blood-covered knife from the kitchen had been placed beside her body as she lay on the cold tile of the ballroom.
Her temples were coursing with pain, an after effect of the drug, and she fought against her body's urging to lay back down to scan the room instead. After looking both left and right and observing nothing out of the ordinary, besides a knife beside herself, she turned and looked behind her. What she saw wrenched a scream from her other wise unused voice.
"QUICKLY! I HEARD A SCREAM!" Shouted Colonel Mustard as the group marched back through the hallway.
At his command they all burst into a sprint and dashed for the double doors at the end of the hallway, they were locked. Colonel Mustard began to pound on the doors, recognizing Miss Scarlet's high pitched and obviously distressed voice from within.
"She is going into hysterics." Professor Plum said dryly. "Do you happen to have the key Mr. Boddy?" He asked in all calmness, for he didn't really care as to what Miss Scarlet's ailment was.
"She's a woman and prone to hysterics Mustard, so stop with the worrying and with that incessant pounding." He emphasized his annoyance by putting his pinky finger in his ear and wiggling it up and down. "I swear you're going to make me deaf."
Meanwhile inside the locked ballroom, Miss Scarlet was indeed going through hysterics but her situation was well deserving of them.
Behind her lay the bleeding body of Mrs. White. Scarlet, not being able to see that the wound was not entirely life threatening, went into a panic and had almost fainted dead away when she heard Colonel Mustard's pounding fists. She got up and scurried to the wide double doors as his muffled voice fought to break through the physical barrier between them.
"Miss. Scarlet! Miss. Scarlet are you all right? Please answer me!" Colonel Mustard cried.
Miss. Scarlet warmed at the sound of his voice and was about to shout back when she heard a subdued moaning from Mrs. White.
Overcoming her aversion to the harlot, she hurried over to the once thought lifeless body, her heels clicking on the tile like flooring, and kneeled down to assist Mrs. White.
"IT WAS YOU!" Mrs. White screamed at Miss. Scarlet just as soon as her eyes focused on the woman's face.
She tried to force Miss Scarlet away but only succeeded in pushing her off balance enough to raise her head. Looking up, Miss Scarlet sighted a dim figure on the balcony as a flash of lightening lit up the outside world like a forest fire in dry season. She leaped and crashed on to the French doors but just as she was opening the balcony doors the double doors to the ball room burst open and in ran mostly all of the guests and Mr. Boddy.
They all stared at her, then Mrs. White, and back again making silent, accusing assumptions.
"No..no..NO! It wasn't me!" She screamed her eyes wide with fear and even anger at the injustice of the group.
She knew just what Mrs. White would say having already expressed her opinion on the matter of the guilty person. 'It was you!' blundered through her mind over and over again. She shook her head to dispel the unheard scream and fell to her knees tears falling over her cheeks. 'So,' she thought of the dark murderer, 'you have accomplished your goal.'