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OOC is to be expected. This is AU.

Told by Sebastian Michaelis

CLUE: The Murder at Michaelis Manor

"Life is a Bowl of Cherries"

Round one begins in the kitchen with shrieks of woe from a disgruntled worker, less friend than foe.

I turned around and saw as Mrs. White, Angela, was in the kitchen whacking a roast with the lead pipe.

She whacked it a few times, "'Make sure the roast is succulent and tender,' he said. 'Make sure the salad is gently tossed.' I have a good mind to burn his roast and rip his salad apart! I have a good mind to…"

"Mrs. White!" I stalked in and interrupting her, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm tenderizing the roast."

"With a lead pipe?" I inquired with confusion.

She looked at the lead pipe, as if examining it, and then turned back to me, "Uh huh."

I rolled my eyes, "Just make sure dinner preparations are completed according to my specifications."

Before I could walk out, she spoke back, "I think you and me need to have a talk, Mr. Michaelis, about my position."

"You are my chief domestic, Angela. There is nothing else to discuss." I said returning.

The white dressed woman put her hands on her hips, "My wages, and the raise that I haven't gotten in…"

"Are you forgetting that I paid the bail required by the court to free your brother, Ash?"

She bowed and replied sarcastically, "And I'm ever so grateful… sir."

I looked down at her, "Ash would still be behind bars awaiting his trial for grand larceny if it were not for my generous offering."

"More than generous, sir." She straightened back up and glared at me, "But working all these hours to pay you back is getting to be too much."

I returned the glare as we stood in silence for a few seconds, "Mrs. White, I want dinner ready in one hour. You are to notify all the guests when dinner is served. And after serving it, you are to report to your room until I summon you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." She spit back with malice.

I turned around and walked out of the kitchen, "I knew she'd see things my way."

Angela watched as her boss left, "He's the bloody knot in my knitting yarn, he is. What I need is a new position, with a respectful employer. Unfortunately right now, there just aren't many offers."

She set down the pipe she had in her hands, "Your life is a bowl of cherries, when all of the pieces fit. But when you're scrambling to survive, life is a bowl of pits. I'm everybody's doormat to wipe their feet upon. Mr. Michaelis rules my life and runs me from dusk until dawn."

"His beans and his carrots must be nouvelle cuisine." The disgruntled woman muttered and began fixing dinner, "Do I look like a some sort of gourmet? Destiny served me leftovers, instead of an elegant meal. But my brother was quite a trickster. He proved to be no good since birth. Then he got caught and got me involved. It's gonna cost me the best of my life!"

After putting the roast in the oven, she leaned up against the counter, "As Mr. Michaelis's servant, I'm very much maligned. Because he doesn't even notice when everything runs swell. He'll treat me like I'm someone when it freezes up in Hell. He's got no gratitude. He's got me all unglued. I fear I'll stab instead of slice!"

Mrs. White threw down a head of lettuce, and then got out a knife to chop it, "I'll hack instead of dice. I'll bludgeon the beef stew. A main course worth the wait—my master on a plate!"

I snuck up behind her and began mimicking her movements like a puppetmaster and their puppet. She begins to get carried away, "Chop this! Trim the fat! Carve this in nothing flat! Mince this! Toss that!"

"But life is a bowl of cherries when all of the pieces fit." she said, calming down, "I'm dreaming and I'm scheming that someday I'll arrive. I'm always scrambling to survive and what I say is true. Life on the whole is just... a bowl of pits."

The woman froze in place with her arms crossed, looking the other way. I stood beside her.

"Clue number one: In the kitchen with the knife was Mrs. White. She flailed a gleaming blade with might. She handled the lead pipe adroitly too. But neither of these weapons are a clue for you."

Now, in the billiard room, business goes awry, when wheeling and dealing can't conceal a lie.

Mr. Green comes in and sees the billiard table, which is dimly lit with a candlestick. He grabs a pool stick and begins aiming, "4 ball… corner pocket, 6 ball side."

I made my presence known, "Good evening Mr. Green."

"Hey, how's it going?" the Chinese man replied nonchalantly.

"It's a bit dark in here, even for you, wouldn't you say?" I said taking notice to the dimmed lighting.

"Six of one, half-pound the other…"

With a wave of my hand, the lights brightened.

Lau noticed the change of lighting and blew out the candle, "Hey, you in for a game?" he took the candlestick in his hand, inspecting it.

"No thank you. I'm already involved in a game." I said, walking a few paces, "Do you have the Egyptian deposit for Colossal Nips and Tucks?"

Panic spread on Lau's face, but he covered it well, "Not yet, but the government loved our proposal… and has given solid verbal commitment that the check will be cut soon, real soon."

"That is not true."

"Sure it is. They said we'd get the deposit as soon as…" He paused trying to think, waving the candlestick as if beating an imaginary object.

"You're lying." I confronted him, "I spoke to Yusef abdul Rakbek just yesterday. He told me that the check had already been delivered to you! And then some research showed that your bank account is now half a million dollars fatter than it was just two days ago."

The other man thought for but a second and contrived an answer, "My great aunt Lihua died. A little thank you for being a model nephew."

I glowered at him, not believing a word, "Mr. Green…"

"No, really. The poor thing was confined to a wheel chair, was crazy, and had a removable glass eye. I used to push her around the living room so she could play marbles with it." He said, trying to convince me.

I didn't buy it, "I want the correct amount deposited in the Colossal Nips and Tucks account immediately."

The man opened his eyes a little and gave me a glare to match my own, "Hey pal, you're walking on thin ice."

"Failure to do so will result in legal action brought against you!" I made sure to retain my power.

Mr. Green was not fazed however, "Go ahead, sue me. You've got nothing. You're looking for a needle in a haystack."

He then froze in place. He was inches away, ready to strike me with the candlestick.

"Clue number two: Exhibited in this telling scene—Billiard room, candlestick, and Mr. Green. One of these is worth remembering when you begin your conjecturing."

Now in the ballroom a reunion takes place. Here there's a dubious past to embrace.

Mrs. Peacock wanders onto the balcony, past where velvet drapes were fluttering slightly from the wind.

Colonel Mustard snuck up behind her and covered her eyes, "Strange place to find you… in the ballroom alone."

"Colonel Mustard!" She spoke in surprise as she turned to face him.

He smiled, "How did you know?"

She put a hand to his chest, "That unquestionable tone of adolescence. Are you a guest for the weekend?"

Agni shook his head, "No, just for the evening—a stop-over on my way to a very important affair."

"I bet it is." She said, a little disappointment present in her voice.

The military man chuckled, "My dear, you haven't changed a bit. You're still that feisty woman I once adored."

Hannah closed her eyes, reminiscing, "You and me. Oh that was husbands ago."

He kissed her gloved hand, "Remember when we were passionate friends?"

"True allies."

Not wanting to watch the scene anymore, I walked in unseen and put a revolver on the railing. Then I slipped into the shadows to see what would transpire.

Mrs. Peacock noticed the weapon, "Colonel, what's that?"

"A revolver." He said taking it.

"I know that. But why is it on your person?"

Colonel Mustard examined the gun and put it in his pocket, "Old military habit. Got to be prepared. Gotta have your pistol loaded and ready to fire. The enemy is everywhere."

She got close to him and purred, "Colonel, I am no enemy."

The couple gets into a dipped embrace. I decided that now would be the best time to enter, "Colonel Mustard! I want you off the premises immediately!"

Hannah turned to me, "You don't understand."

I remained consistent, "I want you out!" I love my job.

Agni spoke in stern tone, "Need I remind you that when my wife—your mother—died, that I became the owner of this manor, and that my generosity allows you to take up residence."

"My mother may have left you Michaelis Manor, but she didn't leave you my wife!" I spat in return.

"I'll finish with you later." Colonel Mustard said as he turns to leave, "Good night."

Mrs. Peacock glared at me, "Well I'm going to the Lounge for a cocktail and then to the Conservatory for a moment alone… with the plants."

The two freeze before they can make it out of the room. I stood in between them.

"Clue number three: Revolver, ballroom, Mustard, Peacock—are any of these the key to the mystery lock? Spouse and parent—both savvy and wise. Choose neither of them I strongly advise. Revolver, ballroom—weapon and space. Neither will help strengthen your case."

Hopefully you can follow these clues and understand them. The rhyming should make it a bit easier. I hope you enjoyed it!

Pepsi: In the next chapter: Miss Scarlet and Mr. Green reunite and engage in a dance. Professor Plum and Mrs. White have an uneven battle of wits.

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