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Special thanks to Bloodsuckers37 for reading and helping me fix the numerous mistakes.
Edited 2/19/06
Clue
Chapter VII- Professor Plum
The dark figure advanced into Charlie's office and locked the door behind him.
"I thought that you would be able to help me with the problems you assigned the other day," the man said coldly.
"I'm sorry David, I'm…I'm busy at the moment," stammered Charlie.
"No doubt it's because you're helping your big brother to track down the 'Clue' Killer?"
"No…I have tests to grade," Charlie moved further back into his office.
Hurry up Don!
David Emory moved closer and closer to Charlie, making him stumble into his chair. He pulled rope out of his backpack and easily tied Charlie to the chair and his arms to the arm rests.
"Now that you have nothing else to do, we can talk."
Panicking, Charlie tried to get out of the rope and failed.
"You're gonna have to work harder to get out of those ropes," Emory said while pulling out a knife.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Grades."
"Grades?" Charlie asked.
"Yes, I want to know why you failed me," the man demanded.
"You were caught cheating on the mid-term, that's grounds for expulsion."
"I lost my scholarships because of you! I lost respect and honor!" Emory punched Charlie in the side of the face. "Now, it's your turn to pay."
"You didn't have any honor if you cheated."
Emory raised his knife and brought it down across Charlie's face. Blood began to trickle down the professor's cheek.
"I don't think that you're in a position to tell me anything," Emory spat.
7:01 pm Route 10
The navy Suburban was racing down the streets with its lights and sirens blaring. The rush hour traffic was hesitant to move out of the way, making Don angrier by the second.
"Get out of the damned way!" Don yelled at a car that was in his way.
Terry held on to the door handle as Don swerved to go around the car.
"How could I've been so stupid?"
"Don there was no way we could've known."
"This will be his last…" Don said pulling up to the Math Department at Cal Sci. "Stay here and call for back up," Don jumped out of the SUV.
Don was already running to the building when Terry realized what he was doing. She called for back up and followed Don into the building.
7:05 pm Cal Sci Math Department
Don and Terry came around the corner cautiously with their guns drawn. They arrived at the door to Charlie's office. Don signaled Terry that he was going in and to cover him. At the count of three Don kicked the door and went in with Terry following.
Emory spun around behind Charlie and put his knife up to the professor's throat and grabbed a gun from under his shirt, "Don't move or my hand might slip."
Don and Terry stopped dead in their tracks, not moving a muscle.
"Good, now, if you would drop your guns, taking the magazines out of them. I would suggest that you hurry up Agent Eppes, I doubt that you would want to cause your brother's death."
Don and Terry looked at each other and nodded; they removed the magazines and dropped their guns to the floor.
"Agent Eppes, I must admit I was expecting you a little sooner."
"Sorry to disappoint you; you know how traffic is."
"Yes, traffic these days is murder. Now you," Emory dropped his gun and fished in his backpack and tossed a pair of handcuffs to Terry, "I want you to go over to the file cabinet and cuff yourself to it."
Don and Terry gave Emory the 'are you stupid' look.
"If you don't I will have to cut the professor's throat," Emory pressed the knife harder causing blood to trickle down Charlie's neck.
Terry did as she was told and cuffed herself to the cabinets in the corner.
"Eppes," Emory tossed Don a pair of handcuffs, "I want you to cuff yourself to the radiator."
Don went over to the old radiator and cuffed himself to the pipe on the end.
"Good."
"Why are doing this?" Don asked.
"Well you see; your brother here failed me, causing me to lose my scholarships and everything else. My family was so disgusted they threw me out of their house."
"Why this elaborate plan?" Terry asked.
"I've always been fascinated with serial killers; it's been like a hobby. 'Clue' is my favorite board game; I thought it would be kinda interesting to incorporate the two."
"Why did you hurt Don?"
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Emory walked over to Don grabbing his free hand, "He was getting a little to close and he just happened to walk out with Charlie."
Emory punched Don in the back where his stitches were. Don doubled over in pain; Terry tried to get to him, but was soon reminded that she couldn't go far.
"I guess it's still a bit tender there," Emory walked back to Charlie.
"Don't touch my brother again!" Charlie spat.
"Oh yeah what are you going to do?" Emory went over to Don and punched him in the back again causing to fall to the ground.
"Stop that!" Charlie screamed. "It's me you want, not him."
"Would you like some of this too?" Emory took a few steps and punched Charlie in the jaw.
Don tried to get to Emory but was stopped by the cuffs.
"Now where should we start?" Emory put the knife in front of Charlie's face.
"If you touch him again I swear I will kill you!" Don spat.
"I'm really scared now," Emory said sarcastically.
Emory brought the knife down across Charlie's arm. Charlie screamed as the knife and his skin made contact. Blood began to pour out of the deep wound. Don filled with rage and tried again to break the pipe.
"Now this can be slow and painful, or quick and easy. You choose."
When Charlie didn't answer, Emory sent the knife across Charlie's chest, causing him to scream again. Don's heart fell to pieces as he had to watch his brother being tortured.
"Stop that now!" Don yelled.
Emory went over and Don punched him square in the nose, breaking it.
"You son of a bitch!" Emory grabbed another pair of cuffs from his bag and cuffed Don's free arm to his. "Do that again and I will kill everyone in here, saving you for last. This way you can have a hand in killing your brother."
Don gritted his teeth trying not to say anything. He could see Charlie losing his focus due to the blood loss. Emory forced the knife into Don's hand; Emory was holding Don's hand with a special grip so he could force Don's hand and not let Don stab him. Emory rolled Charlie over closer and with great effort guided the knife into Charlie's abdomen. Don tried to resist but the healing muscles in his back protested, and Emory was stronger than he was. Charlie groaned and slumped over. Laughing, Emory took the knife and punched Don again. Terry watched helplessly as Emory forced Don to stab his brother.
7:35 pm Math Department Parking Lot
Many police and FBI vehicles filed into the parking lot, with several officers training their weapons at the doors and windows of the math building. David jumped out of one of the cars and went to the guy in charge of the police.
"I want a couple of ambulances waiting just in case," David ordered. He put on his Kevlar vest and got ready to go in.
"Where do you think you're going?" the police sergeant asked.
"Inside, he's going to do things slowly, he's not going to do anything rash."
"How do you know?"
"That's the 'Clue' Killer in there. He takes his time, making sure everything is perfect."
"I don't think I'm going to be able to stop you from going in there so let me get a couple of SWAT to go in there with you."
"All right," David said and the sergeant called for the SWAT officers.
David and the SWAT officers cautiously entered the building.
7:37 pm Cal Sci Math Department
Emory noticed the red and blue lights coming from the parking lot, "Sorry to cut things short, but I must be on my way," Emory noticed that he was still cuffed to Don, "Looks like you got to kill your brother after all. Now this is probably going to hurt, but you'll pass out after this." Emory brought Don's hand onto the radiator and raised his knife. "Above or below the wrist?"
Don held onto the radiator pipe that his other hand was cuffed to, knowing this was going to hurt.
Charlie watched with blurry eyes as Emory raised his knife and brought it down. He saw his brother's face twist in agony before succumbing to the darkness.
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