A/n: Wow... Was I gone for a while or what? I was re-reading all of my older chapters for this story and I have got to say that my writing has improved, everyone. The story is drawing close to an end! Which makes me happy because it's been about a good eleven months or so since I've last updated this story. All I want to say is, I hope you, people of Fanfiction, enjoy this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it.
Dib looked around the room at the others and glanced at Ivy. He began counting numbers inside of his head. "Wait, so the next poem leaves four right?" He asked Zag, the red-haired Swedish girl.
"That's what I said, stupid boy." Zag rolled her eyes at Dib's retarded remark. Or at least she thought it was retarded.
"And for there to be four left, there has to be five people here." Dib retorted, becoming more and more aware of the strange situation. He began pacing the room back and forth.
"Isn't there five people here? There's Styx-girl, Dib-boy, me, Luna-girl and... Yeah."
"Zag! That's FOUR. THERE'S ONLY FOUR STILL ALIVE!" Styx's eyes widened as she began to panic. If there were only four, then how would that poem work out correctly? If another person died, that would leave three. Then something came across her mind. "X. She didn't die with a poem. The poem started when Stonez died. Stonez was the second person to die."
"That's right!" Dib exclaimed. "But why didn't the poem start with X?"
"Because she was electrocuted. She didn't pass out like Stonez did." Zag explained to the others casually.
"That means that there has to be another person here in order for the poem to work-" BANG! Zag jumped, almost hugging Styx at the sudden gunshot. Dib fell to the floor as blood began to drip from a hole in the side of his head. Styx knelt down by Dib, examining the wound. She sighed.
"Shot in the head. You know, Zag? That poem doesn't make any sense?" Styx snorted, looking at the human. Zag tossed her a broken Indian statue.
"But Indian is broke. Maybe Indian Statues are just confused..." Zag shrugged, picking up the broken statue after Styx had looked at it. Styx scowled at the other, standing up and jabbing a finger onto Zag's shoulder, pushing the Swedish girl back slightly.
"You know what? I think YOU'RE the one who is confused. And you know what else, I think you're framing ME! You've been setting all of us up, pretending that these poems are actually real. All it is a bunch of parlor tricks played by you, not voodoo or magic! And us? We're just your little pawns in a chess game, missy! Aren't we!? And of course YOU haven't died yet! Because you're the one killing US! That's how you know exactly what's going to happen every time. That's why you act so nonchalant when we're all out here DYING. You're the one who keeps on breaking the Indians in your pocket because you want it to seem like it's magic! But it's NOT. You hear that? IT'S NOT!" Styx hissed, accusing Zag of all the murders that have happened. The Reaper took out a scythe from the air and pointed it at Zag. Zag screamed slightly and jumped out of the window, Styx followed her. The two of them ended up at the island's edge. The house was surrounded by water, and Styx ginned as Zag began walking backwards and closer to the water.
"Styx, how could I have killed Dib when he was SHOT from a whole other angle?" Zag asked, trying to reason with the now insanely smiling Styx.
"I don't know! And I don't care anymore! You know why? Because this is all going to end, Zag! All of it. All of these murders and the stupid little Indian Statues, and YOU!" Styx grabbed Zag by the hair and shoved her face first into the water. "How did it go? Oh yeah, that's right! I remember it now... Four little Indians set out to sea; A red herring swallowed one, and then there were ThReE!" Zag stopped moving and Styx just assumed that she had officially drowned. Seven broken Indian Statues floated up to the top of the water. Styx just smiled in achievement, ridding of her scythe. "Well guess what, missy. There's only TWO of us left." Styx told the dead Swedish girl with a smile. She began cackling madly. A voice called out to her, and her already pale skin turned white.
"Three little Indians walking in the zoo; A big bear hugged one, and then there were two... I believe you miscounted, Styx. Tell me, how many times does it take to kill a person who's already DEAD...? You would know..."
A/n: OHHHHHHHH! Cliff-hanger! I'm telling you guys, things are about to get GOOD. After writing the first chapter to Invader Zim Les Miserables, I forgot how nice it is to write simple stories like this. Once again, I'm picking at random. None of this is actually being planned out. I must tell you though, this is getting extremely intense for picking at random. I killed off two people today, just to cut things short. Please read and review, folks. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
