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Day 3- Wildheart

I walked to and fro in the room. This was getting serious. I came to this resort with the motive of finding the person out to kill me, but two guests died instead. In the end, I still did not have a clue as to who would be out to poison me in the first place. Piku was out, "clearing his thoughts", he said. Weak fellow. I could imagine him fainting when he had witnessed his trainer dying many years ago.

I decided to make some notes on the situation. Perhaps it would give me a clear idea as to who was the murderer, in preventing myself from being the next victim. So I gathered a notebook and pen and began making notes. I wrote:

Day 1

Victim: Crazy Charmander- apparently named Daemon.

Clues: none at present

Motive: Anybody could have nipped into his room to do the dirty work, but why? It was probably something to do with his identity and history. Unlikely to be Kiki, she is too classy to know a ruffian like that.

Day 2

Victim: Quiet Raichu- name of Niryu

Clues: nada either

Motive: Most likely something to do with Daemon's death.

Day 3 (today)

Victim: who knows?

I broke off. This was getting nowhere. I left the piece of paper on the desk and was just about to go out for lunch when Piku came in. "Hey, Wildheart, do you know, the technician said the telephone cables would be ready tonight. When that happens, we can phone for the police and they'll be right here to sort things out. Before then, I suggest we order our meals in the room. It's too dangerous to eat out," he reasoned.

"Look here, people are going to poison our food no matter where we eat, so why can't we eat at a place where people will be alerted if somebody tries to bump us off while we're tucking in? That Charmander, Daemon something-or-other, died in his room!" I was aware of being rather snappy as I said this, but I could not possibly envisage staying put in my room from day to night and night to day. I glared at Piku for good measure.

Piku seemed taken aback by my sudden and unexpected outburst, and I guessed he was just trying to be friendly and safe, so I gave him a joke to cheer him up. "What do sea monsters eat?" Piku shrugged, still appearing jolly forlorn. I smiled, "Fish and ships!" With a giggle, I left the room, leaving Piku still inside.

As I neared the dining room, I saw Emma buzzing around a whimpering Kiki. I went over. "What's the matter?" With a sniffle, Kiki handed me a message. It was scribbled:

First it was Daemon, and then it was Niryu. You are next, kitty!

"What a very bad prank," I remarked. Emma murmured, "It mayn't be a prank. Maybe the killer's so full of himself now that he has resorted to sending threatening notes to his next victims. We can't do a thing about it!" Kiki began howling. Emma added, "We suspect it's one of the resort people. The employees, you know. They have nothing to do when they're not working, and the ferry only comes once a week. So they get rid of all their guests to satisfy their boredom, or maybe they want less work!" I could see where this brainwave came from. Emma sure had a fertile imagination.

After lunch, I returned to the room. There was not any light at the crack of the door, which signified that Piku was out, perhaps trying to soothe Kiki. I was just about to fling the door open, as was my habit, when something, an instinct or other, stopped me. I opened the door by a crack and peeped in. The sight of the room's interior reeled me in my tracks.

There was an elaborate mechanism in the room, made up of ropes and cogs and other simple materials, and in the middle of it all was a gun, pointed straight at the door. If I had just stepped in normally, I would activate the mechanism and have myself shot through the head without knowing who hit me, or even what.

I closed the door again. Now what was I to do? I could never go into my room again without activating that complex system, and neither could Piku. Who would want me dead? Or Piku? I felt a clammy feeling down my spine. This was the assault I was waiting for, but when it finally arrived, I realised that I was not prepared for it. The only thing to do now was to wait until the phone lines were ready, telephone for the police and have them dismantle the stuff.

Not knowing what to do now, I decided to go search for the rest. It was getting very dangerous being alone, and I preferred being with other people, the more the better. As I was heading for Kiki's room, I noticed Piku and Kiki walking together at the beach. I supposed that Emma was in her room, and made my way there.

As I got to the door, the same feeling got over me, the feeling that had saved my life just now. The door was slightly ajar, and as I pushed open the door, I saw Emma lying flat on the floor. Her face was pale and her lips greenish-white. I tested her breathing. Negative. She had been poisoned to death.

Author's note: Ha, many hints of death today. You can nominate Kiki to be the narrator again, or Piku. Just give Wildheart a break.