Chapter 14: Retard Nation

"I found a clue!" Gallows anxiously yelled. "People under nine years and three-hundred sixty-four days cannot use it. That clue excludes Alfred from being the writer."

"Freaking retard, Alfred is sixteen," snapped Jet waving a "certain finger" at Gallows.

"Oh no, my clues don't make sense…Again…" Gallows groaned.

"Why does everybody mistake me for a kid?" Alfred groaned, standing in a little silent corner in the room

"Simply amazing, this book tells how to use the Infinite Jewel." Clive Sparkled.

"Clive, are you okay? You have that insane archeology look in your eye." Gallows worried.

"I have a clue on how to catch the culprit." Clive intelligently said.

"What is it?" Virginia said.

"Remember the blood on the page that talked about truth." Clive said, starting to make the other people nervous.

"Yes," said Virginia.

"We can do a blood test on it," Clive maniacally said, drawing his back-up knife.

"Oh shit," said Janus, running off.

"Where are our guns!" Gallows yelled.

"Clive, just put the knife down," Virginia reasoned.

"No, the power of the Infinite Jewel will be mine!" Clive screeched, psychotically swinging the very sharp knife at his petrified leader.

"Clive, get your sanity back and think about what you are doing!" Virginia said, backing into a wall. Clive took a sharp lunge.

She let out a shriek of terror.

Then she woke up.