4- you asked for number 4 to live through this fic. I'm sorry…but hang in there –wink-

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Kids Next Door

Operation: M.U.R.D.E.R.

CHAPTER 6: Six Little Indians, Playing With A Hive

Meanwhile, everybody else was drifting, one by one, into the living room. Now there was only seven people left-3, 4, 5, Violet, Dr. Fowl, and Mary. Number 4 called for attention.

"Ok guys, here's the situation- we're a bunch of kids, drawn here by a mysterious host, who is one of us. The red shower curtain and some of Violet's knitting wool is gone, and we need to find out who is the killer. Any ideas?"

"I think it might be Mary… she's been rather quiet lately…" said number 5.

"Yes. I never told you guys…" started Violet. "When she was six, she ran away from her mom, and joined the KCIA, to fight against grownups. She might be a double agent."

"Double agent?" asked a clueless 3.

Violet rolled her eyes, and answered, "Working for 2 organizations. I mean, she might be for grown-ups- shge might be killing us, because we ARE the 10 best!"

"Yeah! Let's go ask her…" said 3. They all agreed, and went inside the dining room.

"Hey, Mary?" asked Violet. Then she turned the chair around. There was Mary, dead, turning blue, with a horrified expression.

3 screamed.

"Hey look! A bee!" shouted 4. They looked out side the window, and saw the bee fly away.

"A bumblebee stung one and then there were five." Said 5 softly.

Dr. Fowl looked her over, shaking, and stated that she was stung by a hypodermic syringe.

"I have one in my bag…" Everybody went upstairs to look for his syringe, but it was gone. They found it thrown out side the dining room window, along with the 6th Indian figurine.

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4 called for attention.

"We must gather all potential weapons, and lock them in a box, and lock the box in a chest. We'll give one key to Fowl and one key to 5 - the two strongest people. They'll have to fight each other for the key, and it will make a lot of racket to break open either."

"I agree!" said 5, and everyone else nodded. They locked away the doctor's medicines and needles, and looked for any other weapons. None were found, but Violet's gun was missing. Nobody found it.

That night, everyone huddled together in the living room. They had decided that only one person would leave the room at one time, while the other four stayed together.

Then, 5 went to her bathroom to take a shower. When she got to her room, she could smell the sea. She thought of that horrible day, the day her sister died. (AN: in this story, her sister drowned. Yes, she has a sister. Her little sister drowned.) Her sister's cries for help… but she couldn't reach her in time… but if her little sister hadn't got mad about 5's ideas concerning parents then maybe…suddenly, she felt a cold hand on her neck, and she screamed. Immediately, everybody rushed upstairs.

"What is it?" asked Violet.

Then the light came on. (5 hadn't bothered to turn on the light.) The cold hand had been a piece of seaweed on a hook. It explained the sea smell too.

"Probably to frighten you to death." Said 3. Then, they noticed that four wasn't with them.

They rushed downstairs. There was for, dressed in the missing red curtain, and the missing wool was a judge's wig. There was blood on his head.

"He's been shot!" declared Fowl. "It must've happened during her scream, so we wouldn't hear it. We were in the other room.

"Five little Indians, going in for law, one got in chancery and then there were four." Shrieked 5.

"Sicko!" said 3.

They put him in his bed, as they did for Mary. They went to bed, locking their doors.

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