Nicolette munched on the orange chicken, as Scarlet was finishing eating her teriyaki chicken. "Thank you again for saving my life, Nicolette. I can never thank you." Scarlet said as she smiled showing the cutest dimples Nicolette had ever seen. "It's okay. Being your friend is enough." Scarlet took another bite of her chicken. "I thought I was suppose to die by a wood rat. I didn't see any rats there." Nicolette stopped sipping her drink. "You've got a point." she reached for her phone in her pocket and remembered she left it in her car. "Maybe this whole zodiac thing doesn't work after all." Nicolette said. Nicolette heard people chattering behind her. It was about the incident that happened just a while ago.
"That was a close one." One woman said.
"Yeah, and that piano was suppose to be for Mrs. Honore in apartment 18."
"Mrs. Honore? The one owning those pet mice?"
"Yeah."
Nicolette's eyes widened as she she stopped listening to the conversation. "What happened?" Nicolette looked at Scarlet. "The piano was suppose to be for a lady who owns many mice."
Scarlet's house...
"Another news notification?" Gervais said as he groaned and clicked the link. The title of the news article says "180 Roosters Kill Child". Gervais clicked and read on. "Heh. Antonello's dead, huh?" He closed his laptop and went to get food from the refrigerator. He slowly shooked the fridge that it made a box of books fell on the ground. He picked it up and took a look. The books were for Scarlet's woodshop class. The books were talking about woods and the dangers of it. Gervais felt a shudder.
At the restaurant...
Scarlet finished her drink. "Well, I have to go buy woods for my woodshop project. Wanna come with?" Nicolette wiped her hands with napkin and took out her wallet and left a tip. Scarlet didn't let her, and told her that it was her treat. Nicolette insisted, but Scarlet still didn't let her. They both went out of the restaurant, keeping watch of the clues. "The hardware store is next to us." Scarlet said and headed towards it. When, Scarlet entered the shop, she heard someone laughing, and someone scolding. It was a teenager being scolded by one of the workers. Nicolette asked where the restroom was and headed towards it. She felt that her stomach would burst anytime. She enters the restroom and saw a rat. She disgustedly kicked it away.
Scarlet looked around and saw the teen taking a very huge screw shank and rink shank with barb all over it. She followed him. Then, the boy took the bench and hammered the nails upside down, making the pointy part visible. One of the workers caught him on sight and kicked him out. Scarlet giggled a little. "That was so entertaining." she said. She saw the perfect wood and went towards it. She stood in-front of the bench the teen was playing with. Nicolette went out of the restroom and began looking for Scarlet. She overheard the workers talking about the boy painting the walls and opening the oils and spilling them, and that she had to mop everything and chase him. Nicolette went on the back of the store, and began looking for Scarlet. Row per row.
Meanwhile, Scarlet was trying to reach for the wood, and slightly slipped on the oil. She held on the shelves which shook violently. "These are unstable shelves." Scarlet whispered. She got a hold on the wood of her liking and got it. She turned around to go to the counter when she heards a squeek on the side of her ear. She ignored it. Then, she felt a ball of itchy hair on her neck and looked at it. She saw the rat. One of the biggest rat she had ever seen. She tried to make it go away. She slapped it, but it won't get out. She went around in circles, and suddenly slipped on the oil and her chin landed on the nails, that the teenage boy hammered, piercing her chin and tongue together. Painfully, she tried to lift her head up, but can't. Blood were gushing out of her jaw. The two nails were really stuck on her jawbone, and almost impossible for it to be separated from her. Then, with full force, she lift her head up, pushing the bench down. The bench suddenly snapped in half and the nail dragged her jawbone down with the snapped bench. Painfully, she let out a scream that no one seemed to hear. She swam on the lake of her blood. She crawled and asked for help. Then, she grabbed on of the shelves to help her stand up, and the shelves shook. Scarlet fell down because of the pain she is feeling. Then, the boxes on top of the shelves started to rumble and one big box fell. It fell towards the agonizing Scarlet. Poor Scarlet has no one helping her. Then, the box landed on her neck, snapping it. Blood flew everywhere. The box was covered in blood, but one spot. The price tag was spotless. No blood stain is seen. The price tag was as white as ever. The box of tools that killed her costed $180.