Chapter 2: Thuth!
Greetings, and welcome to the second chapter! I haven't received any reviews, but I've noticed some readership! But I would like some constructive criticism, so comment below. Picking up where we left off…Twenty-two humans and their Pokémon remain…following Chili's and Simisear's deaths by axe from the unknown host of the mansion.
Let's see what occurs in the darkness of this manor!
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The blood continued to drop down from the long, narrow opening on Chili's face and head, his blood staining into his already red hair. Cheryl was still kneeling beside him, stunned and emotionally wrecked; Chansey stared down with pain at Simisear's lifeless corpse. The crowd surrounding them was no different. Many of the girls had hands pressed to their mouths, attempting to hold back the bile that threatened to shot up their throats. The men all had varying degrees of shock and disgust. Little Iris was hugging Lyra, sobbing hysterically. True, she wasn't close to Chili, no one was, but for the fifteen-year old, death was a terrifying experience. Lyra's comforting arms were on Iris's shoulders, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the horrifying scene before her.
"Dead?" stuttered Shauntal, her book lying on the ground before her, as she had dropped it in surprise.
"No…" Marshall muttered, staring at the body of his newest friend in shock. Yes, Chili might have been quick to curse and prank, but he was kind enough.
"I'm sorry," Cheryl said, still kneeling, gazing at horror at the wound. "There's…nothing anyone can do…"
"You've got medical supplies, right?" Blue snapped angrily, breaking free from his shock. "Do something!"
Cheryl snapped her head up sharply to scream, "He doesn't have a pulse! What good are medical supplies to the dead?!" She choked out a sob and Riley laid a hand on her shoulder before helping her up.
Cheren and N warily made their way up the steps, their Pokémon following. Cheren stared at the two axes, both dripping blood from the sharp edges, a small pool of blood already present and growing larger. He grimaced and began to study the mechanics with N, both meticulously searching for a clue or a sign.
Back at the stairs, White, the only other person with a slight knowledge on medicine, checked Chili's pulse again, searching for the slightest hint of life as Cheryl was hyperventilating in Riley's arms. She sighed sadly, raising her head to shake it. There was no living amongst the dead pair before them. Lyra was still comforting Iris, who was spilling her hot tears onto Lyra's clothes as Haxorous patted his Trainer's back.
"He's really gone?" Bianca asked, her once cheerful face filled with regret, pain, and seriousness.
White sighed again, brushing some hair from her face. "I'm no nurse, but I bet even a blind man could see Chili's gone. Even if the wound wasn't so deep, he stumbled down the steps and probably broke his neck. I'm only trained in CPR…There was no way either Cheryl or I could save him…" White looked down at him again, his brown eyes still reflecting shock and surprise.
"We should close them," Booker said aloud, the first words the old man had said in a while. He bent down slowly, grunting as his knees made it difficult. He gently closed Chili's eyes as White's Dewott did the same for Simisear, Pichu playing a sad tune similar to a requiem on his ukulele.
"Somebody booby trapped the doorway," Cheren as N began to carefully dismantle the ropes that held the axes aloft with Zoroark and Beheeyum assisting. "It was rigged to go off whenever somebody opened their door."
"No way that was an accident, then," Burgh muttered.
Blue snorted. "No…It's totally normal for axes to drop down from the ceiling and sink themselves into the heads of random by standers. What kind of person are you?" he questioned irritably.
"Stop it," Skyla snapped, Unfezant letting out a shriek. "This is serious."
"I don't think it was Chili's room either," Cheren added, glancing through the doorway, checking for more traps.
"Why say that?" Colress queried.
"Unless he was transvestite, I don't see why he'd bother to back a dress and a package of tampons," Cheren explained, spotting the dress hanging off a doorknob with the tiny plastic bag of feminine supplies rested on the dresser. He froze as he spotted a small, oak box, identical to the one currently sitting in the living room.
"Whose room is that?" Riley asked. "It's the one just to the right when you walk up the stairs."
For a moment, there was silence. Then Cheryl gave a strangled scream, burying her face in her hands. "That's my room," she choked out, sobbing.
"Why the hell were they going after you?" Trip asked, not drawing out his camera. He didn't want a memory of this event.
"It's simple," Fennel whispered suddenly. "Get rid of the nurse…"
"Who's the only one with medical knowledge," added Colress.
Something clinked in Roxie's mind. "Then we'd all be helpless!"
"No one else would be able to save us if we got attacked again," agreed Misty.
"It's going to happen again," Cheren said, walking down the steps with N, holding something in his hands.
"Stop being such a pessimist you jack…Oh crap, is that another…" Trip's words died off as everyone got a good look at what Cheren carried.
Pandora's Box #1, read the carved letter on the lid. It was the exact same box, yet it wasn't. The one in the living room was still sitting on the table they had left it on. Wordlessly, Cheren opened the top.
A tinkling melody began, its sickly cheerful tune disturbing several of the guests. Then the voice came on again.
"Hello, my friends. Well, I cannot say I did not give you ample warning. Anyone familiar with the mythology of the land should I have known the significance of Pandora. Ah well, I do not blame anyone if they did not notice it until too late. Death is always a sad thing, no? But, here at my mansion, it is inevitable as well as tradition.
So please, sleep well tonight, for I promise you all one safe night, none shall die. Whether or not you believe this recording is entirely up to you. But starting tomorrow, my mansion and this island shall become your cell and Hell will reign.
I have gathered you all here…And no one, shall leave here alive. So once again, I ask that you enjoy your remaining time here. I cannot promise who will depart your ranks next.
Your humble host."
The melody of the music clicked off as everyone stared at the box. Silence reigned for several moments until Riley decided to break it.
"So…Our host is a murder."
"A psychotic one at that," Roxie added.
Ursula shuddered violently. "What kind of monster does this?"
"A sick one," Looker said, finally since the scene occurred. He bent down to the body and began to check it over, checking for any clue or perhaps a note. Herdier sniffed the air and put his nose to the round, searching for something.
"But the real question is, who is our host," N said, fiddling with his cube again.
"I want to go home!" Iris cried, still sobbing as Lyra gently removed herself from the young girl.
"Any ideas for what we do?" Lyra asked.
CLANK!
Everyone turned around to spot Silver and Croconaw at the pool table again, starting another game with only each other. Silver blew a smoke ring into the air before turning to the others, his expression somewhat serious.
"You guys shouldn't be concentrating about how the killer got him or why. Instead, keep your eyes and ears open."
"What do you mean?" Lyra questioned, glaring at him. Silver snorted as Croconaw shot another colored ball into the side pocket.
"Chili's dead," he said simply. "Move on. I think we should all be concerned about surviving, rather than about the person still dripping on the floor." He then shot another ball into the pocket before calling out, "Cheryl…"
"Yes?" she asked timidly.
"Got any drugs I can have? Considering how we're stuck…"
"NO!" Cheryl shouted, glaring at him. "Now that we've got a killer after us, I can't spare anything! I wouldn't give any to you anyways!"
Silver shrugged, taking a drag on his cigarette before adding, "Then again…Anyone know Chili's past?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Fennel asked. Colress understood what the younger man was getting to.
"To see if there was anything that suggested premeditated murder specifically for him," he said aloud, getting up from the ground. "There might be something in his past to prove another reason for his demise. Some old grudge, a crime, anything really."
"We can rule out suicide though," Cheren said. "I can think of a dozen easier ways to kill myself other than an axe to the head."
"He wasn't suicidal," Marshal said with a grimace. Sawk nodded solemnly.
"Whatever," Silver said. "I've said my part, now I'm going to bed."
With that, he sunk the eight ball, putting the pool sticks up on the wall with his Partner. The pair walked past the others, Chili's, and Simisear's bodies, heading up the stairs, before Lyra grabbed his shoulder.
"Aren't you even worried about the killer coming after you?" Lyra questioned, glaring at him with suspicion.
Silver, turned his head to her, smiling slightly. "While the concern is appreciated, I can handle myself. Besides, I think we can trust the host on one thing, it's that we'll have a murder-free night." He then shook Lyra off before stomping off to his room.
"He's right though," Blue said at that moment.
Ursula rounded on him, glaring at him. "And why's that?"
Blue gave a cold chuckle as he said, "The murderer has all the time in the world to kill us. I think they can spare us a single night in peace."
Those ominous words flittered through the air, making several shoot worried glances at one another as Blue and Nidoking walked up the stair. He paused at the top.
"Oh…And someone should move the bodies. They'll start to stink up the place soon enough. Smell ya later."
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After taking Chili and Simisear out the garden and digging each of them a grave with the only shovel they could find, the others retired to their rooms as well. No one got much sleep however. Most of them were plagued by nightmares and others spent the night praying to Arceus for guidance and help. Iris had dragged her blanket into Lyra's room and slept on the floor with Haxorous guarding the door, too terrified to sleep in her own room. Lyra drifted in and out of sleep, getting up several times to make sure Iris was okay. Once, Lyra woke up after hearing someone walking down the hall, opening her door with Quilava at the standby, only to spy Silver and Croconaw leaving the bathroom, the man muttering about purple flying Mankeys. He was beyond wasted and drugged as Croconaw began to let out a slurred, Pokémon-talk version of O Mary Don't You Weep. Lyra rolled her eyes before shutting her door. Burgh saw his life flash before his eyes every time he blinked before he gave up sleep and started sketching, only to abandon it after drawing Chili's corpse. Bianca managed to sleep two minutes before hysterically screaming, making many of the others bolt to her room, only to find her sobbing in the arms of a stunned looking Cheren as Beheeyum attempted to work his way out of Cinccino's hug. Marshall kept seeing Chili's body and Sawk pounded the bedframe over and over again, working out his anger and desperation.
But, despite the tense situation that night had brought, the host had kept their word as everyone emerged from their rooms the next morning, exhausted from the near-sleepless night. Lyra, Bianca, and White made breakfast before passing it out to everyone. Soon though, everyone was gathered around the dining table, their plates clean as they remained, sitting in silence with their Pokémon until Riley stood up from the head of the table.
"Okay, everyone. I think we need to decide what we're going to do about this," he said, determination in his voice. "We've got to figure a way off this island as soon as possible. Any ideas?"
"Can anyone swim to the port?" Cheren asked, turning to Misty and White, the only ones with Water-types.
White shook her head. "Dewott's used to swimming in streams and lakes, but an ocean? That's a little different."
Misty nodded, solemnly. "And while Staryu's home is the sea, he can't keep swimming all day and night. There's no place to rest."
"There go our Water-types," Blue muttered darkly. "And there isn't a single freakin' phone here to call for a boat."
"Talk about deep shit," Silver mentioned, lighting up his after-breakfast smoke.
"We should search the island," Looker said aloud, drawing his attention. "We find the host before they kill again. Then we force them to help us escape."
"If we find them…" Bianca said, realizing what was coming to.
"We'd all live," Colress affirmed.
"Except for Chili," Marshal said sadly, thinking about the body of the man who had been buried yesterday.
"Best idea so far," Riley agreed. "We should split up into pairs, that way someone can watch your back as you search. Pick whoever you want and let's try to find our host."
Bianca grabbed onto Cheren's arm, earning a grown from the man. Cheryl went with Marshal for her protection, (as she was meant to be the first victim). Booker ended up with Iris, as Haxorous would be able to protect the old man and young girl while Pichu would sound an alarm with his ukulele. Roxie and Riley stuck together while Looker went with Skyla, as Fennel left the room with Colress. Burgh and Trip paired up, as did Shauntal and Blue while Ursula grabbed onto Misty. White and N became another group while Lyra was highly annoyed to be stuck with Silver, but no one wanted the druggie and she could barely tolerate him at best.
After pairing up, everyone set out with their Partner Pokémon, determined to find the killer.
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"So…they aren't in Chili's room," Cheryl said, looking at the dresser where a framed photo of the man sat, along with his two brothers, Simisear grinning with a Simipour and Simisage. Family left to mourn for the dead man and Pokémon. Chansey shifted through the closet while Sawk checked the small balcony.
"What about the bed? Need me to lift it?" Marshal inquired.
"No, I already checked. So we know they weren't in Burgh's room, nor in White's, Cheren's, or yours, either. Where to next?"
"How about your old room? Marshal asked, leading her and Chansey down the hallway.
"My room?" she inquired, surprised. "Would they hide there?"
"Why not? The scene of the crime, true, but I want to check everyone's room. I kind of have a life to get back to after we find the psycho host."
"Good point."
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White and N were finished checking the downstairs hallways and closets before rounding the corner, bumping into Shauntal and Blue followed by Nidoking and Froslass.
"Any sign of the bastard?" Blue questioned as Nidoking glanced around.
"Nothing," N reported. "We were going to check the library. What about you?"
"Absolutely shitting nothing," Blue answered.
Shauntal sighed, muttering, "We're sitting Pidgey now…Anywhere we should check?"
"Try the pool and the garden," White advised.
Blue and Shauntal nodded, heading off with their partners while White, N, Dewott, and Zoroark entered the library. It was empty, but they continued searching before White paused and glanced over to N.
"Why did you team up with me?" she asked him.
N shrugged and said, "Honestly, it was either you, Lyra, or Silver. I didn't want to pair with him and…"
"Why not Lyra then?" White asked, Dewott crossing her arms. "She's nice enough."
"True, but…She doesn't…Interest me," N admitted turning around to face her.
She raised an eyebrow, leaning in to whisper, "I interest you?"
N smiled, turning back to his task of searching behind the curtains as Zoroark chuckled. "More or less," came the honest reply. White smiled, shaking her head as she too went back to work, Dewott grinning.
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Lyra and Silver were upstairs, checking the bedrooms again, just in case. Lyra gave a hacking cough as Silver's smoke filled the air, Croconaw already had stubbed his out. Lyra, glared at the red head.
"Can you possibly go without smoking for one stupid minute?" she questioned irritably.
Silver paused, shooting her a confused look, before removing his cigarette and tossing it to the floor. He stomped on it, before raising his head to look at her.
"It may seem easy to you, Lils," Silver said, making Lyra's glare harden even more. "Issue is, without access to my drugs, all I have are these cigarettes to keep my mind at ease. Same thing with Croconaw. Helps us keep calm and mellow, before we lose it."
"You shouldn't lose it," Lyra told him while Quilava had was having an argument with Croconaw.
Silver shot her a glare. "Really? Someone's been murdered, and more are no doubt following. My guess is at least…One, maybe two more by tonight."
"How the hell can you even guess that?' Lyra asked warily, Quilava growling as Silver opened the closet.
"I DID listen to the recording," was his reply. "So trust me, cigarettes help me think in stress. And I'm brilliant when I get my hands on weed."
"You're disgusting," Lyra said. "But if you're so smart then where is…"
"I gave you TWO minutes," Silver said, pulling out a pack of Smokin' Sandile Cigarettes and a lighter, passing one to Croconaw. Lyra groaned as he lit up, Silver letting out a relieved sigh as smoke issued from his mouth.
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"So who do you think the host is?" Skyla asked Looker as they walked up a smaller flight of stairs leading to the attic.
Looker thought for a moment before saying, "We're either dealing with a psychotic maniac or a meticulous killer. But we're going to have trouble finding them."
"Why's that?" Skyla asked, interested as Unfezant cocked her head to one side, all paused at a landing.
Looker glanced around before saying, "Think about it. If I was a murderer, I would expect everyone to come after me. Therefore, I'd have already created a hiding place I was positive no one would find." He frowned and said, "We better keep looking, all the same."
Looker continued forward with Herdier bounding next to him, leaving Skyla and Unfezant at the top of the steps. She wasn't sure why Looker knew so much about how the mind of a murderer worked, but it did give her a twisted feeling.
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"Like I said before, absolutely shittin' nothing!" Blue snarled.
Riley grimaced; leaning back into the armchair he sat it. Everyone had searched the entire mansion and the grounds surrounding it, every nook and cranny noted and accounted for. The island was devoid of any other life, not even Pokémon lived on it. No one had found the host, or even a clue or lead that could lead them to him or her. Whoever the murderer was, he or she had covered their tracts well enough to avoid detection.
"We need to start working on a plan to get us off this island, now," Misty said, sitting cross legs on the living room rug. "We can't find the killer so we need to get away before they can kill us."
"We can't swim for it," Cheren reminded. "Nor are there any phones to call for a boat."
"Are you sure? Maybe we overlooked one," Roxie suggested.
N shook his head. "If anyone had found one, I'm sure we'd all be calling the police and Coast Guard already."
"How long before we all croak?" Trip asked suddenly. Everyone turned to him and Serperior in shock, his camera getting their stunned expressions with a flash, making a few people glare at him. "What? Even if the killer doesn't get to us all, we only have so much food. Better start rationing it."
While all the others were shocked at how morbid he was, they had to admit it would be a good idea to conserve the food. There was no telling how long they'd be there.
That's when Iris looked out the window and into the clear blue sky, an idea bursting into her mind.
"Guys!" She shouted, drawing their attention, her expression excited. "I've got an idea! We can't swim, but we do have a Flying-type!"
Skyla's face turned into delight as many guests mentally slapped themselves for not thinking of it sooner. "Unfezant and I have fly over the ocean and get help!"
Everyone's spirits lifted, a solution in their darkest hours. Many people exchanged relieved sighs and smiles, tears of relief leaking from Cheryl's eyes while Lyra squeezed Iris's hand with a grin, the younger girl giggling up at the older woman.
"Brilliant," Fennel said, cheerfully.
"Best idea yet," agreed Marshal.
Ursula turned her nose into the air. "Why the heck didn't you suggest this last night?"
"Because many of us were traumatized by Chili's death," Riley answered, before turning to Skyla. "You think you can do it?"
She looked determined and nodded. "I've got to be. It's the only chance we've got."
"All in favor?" Colress asked.
Imminently, everyone but Silver and Croconaw flung their hands or paws into the air. Surprised, everyone turned to see that Silver was more occupied with trying to light another cigarette while Croconaw held his over Quilava's enthusiastically crackling fire before she gave him a glare.
"Wha?" Silver asked after Iris tapped his shoulder.
"Taking a vote," Burgh explained. "We might have a way to get off this island."
"Uh…Yeah, I vote for the flying trip," the red-haired agreed.
"It's decided then," Riley said, nodding his head. "Skyla and Unfezant can get help for us soon enough. I won't say when though."
"Why not?" Bianca asked, tilting her head to the side.
"So the murderer, if they're listening, can't hear," Blue said with a smirk.
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Just before sundown, Skyla was going over last minute preparations for her flight while a few people waited for her, protecting her from the killer. It was decided that the best time for the pair to leave was at night. It might hinder their ability to see, but it should hopelfully work the same way for the killer. Skyla had a small bag attached to her waist with some food and water for the, hopefully, quick journey.
"All set," she announced, stroking Unfezant happily.
"We're actually going to do it!" Roxie exclaimed, slapping her hand at Toxicroak's paw.
"Be quite!" Blue said sharply. "Do we want the killer to hear?"
"Oops," Roxie muttered.
Riley glanced up to the window, catching sight of the bright sunset where the sun seemed to be drowning in the deep blue ocean. "Come on, we're heading to the patio."
From there, Skyla would take off with Unfezant, protected from view up the back of the house until they got far enough away.
"So I don't get attacked, I know," Skyla said. "We'll be heading out first."
"Okay," Riley said. "Blue, Fennel, Looker, Colress, and I are seeing you off," Riley explained. "We don't want to risk you getting ambushed before you can set out."
Skyla nodded, quickly saying goodbye to everyone in the living room before heading out with her guards. Outside on the patio, she quickly climbed onto Unfezant who stretched her wings, the wind gently ruffling her feathers.
"Good luck," Fennel told Skyla, who grinned.
"Don't worry, the wind's right and we've flown in the dark plenty of times. We'll be back soon as possible."
"Okay, better get going," Riley told her as Blue glanced around, searching for any disturbances.
Skyla whistled, gently nudging Unfezant's belly with her knee and the Flying-type leaped off the ground, beating her wings. She rose quickly and together the pair started to head off to the ocean.
"She's going to make it," Looker said with relief. Blue gave a whoop and Riley nodded. Fennel smiled softly before her face fell into a frown upon hearing a low rumbling noise. Was it going to rain again?
"Was that thunder?" Blue questioned, studying the sky.
THUTH!
Fennel, twisted her head, curious at the new sound. Her eyes widened as she spotted a small pointed shape shooting through the air. It was an arrow and Fennel let out a scream.
"SKYLA! LOOK OUT!" She shouted hysterically.
Sklya, however, stopped Unfezant and turned her head back to look at the group on the ground in confusion…Before it hit her, both literally and figuratively. The arrow sunk into Unfezant's wing, making the Flying-type screech in pain as the sharp descent began. Skyla's scream lasted only for a short time, before she hit the tiled ground hard. Neither she nor Unfezant moved following impact.
"No…" Riley said.
Then everyone ran forward as a few other guests arrived, drawn by Fennel's scream of hysteria.
"What's wrong?" White asked as she bolted out of the door with N, Lyra, and Burgh, before catching sight of the unmoving pair of bodies. Cheryl arrived quickly after, with everyone else pouring out too.
Cheryl got on the ground, snapping open her medical kit and started checking over Skyla. She was relieved to find the girl still breathing, but it was short and shallow. "You're alive," she said relieved.
Skyla let out a cough, her head bleeding profusely. "I'm…I'm…sorry," she whispered. "Unfezant…"
Chansey lifted her head, solemnly shaking it. The Flying-type's neck had been broken upon impact. Skyla gave a moan and tears dripped out of her eyes as Cheryl unbound some bandages. "No…I…I…." Then Skyla's breathe left her forever, leaving the group to stare down at her and Unfezant.
"No way," Blue said. "They were our last chance…"
Iris clasped her hands over her mouth, her tears already coming. "Is she really gone, Lyra?" she asked, looking up into the brunette's stunned face. She looked down, nodding sadly to Iris, who's tears thickened at that movement.
Colress looked up at the roof. He headed inside with Magnezone.
"Where are you going?" Roxie asked.
"The roof, the arrow had to come from there," was his reply, not stopping.
"I'm coming too," Fennel said, running to catch up with him with Musharna floating after her, stunning Colress. "The murderer could still be up there."
"I'll join you both," Looker added, quickly walking after them.
Riley turned back to the body, looking at the now closed eyes of Skyla. His hand shook while Lucario growled.
"Damn it all."
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Both bodies buried now, the remaining twenty one people and their Pokémon were gathered in the living room again, many wearing depressed expressions. The stragglers, Colress, Fennel, and Looker, entered the room and walked over to Riley.
"What did you find?" the blue-clad man asked.
"You're not going to like it," Colress said, grimacing slightly. "We found the spot on the room, an outdoor penthouse area. There, we discovered a crossbow and a catapult."
"Where can you get a catapult?" Blue questioned, crossing his arms.
"May I continue?" Colress asked him. Blue shrugged. "The catapult was launched by a time released trigger and it hurled several arrows into the air."
"But there was only one," Riley said.
"Most of them were thrown off course and we found them, but one of them had to have hit their mark," Colress explained. "It wasn't just luck, our killer was calculated and prepared. And I'm afraid…We can't rule anyone out…"
"What do you mean?" Lyra asked, Iris sitting on her lap protectively. She didn't like the sound of Colress's voice.
"He means that either the crossbow or the catapult was used to fire the arrow that hit Unfezant," Fennel said.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Ursula questioned, Gabite growling at the purplette.
"I…Think I know what they're getting at," Shauntal said softly, drawing attention to herself from where she sat, her knees drawn up to her chest as she hugged them close. "We don't know which weapon fired the arrow that hit Unfezant. If it was the crossbow, we could eliminate four people, but if they had the trigger to the catapult, it would have been discreet."
Colress nodded grimly. "We can't rule anyone out."
"Which weapon should we care about?" Misty asked, confused. "Either way, it killed Skyla and Unfezant. What does it matter?"
"The host's the one killing everyone," Trip agreed.
Riley stiffened, understanding what was going on as well. But it was Silver who voiced his reasons first.
"I'm hammered and stoned, and even I can get it," he muttered, taking another drag at his cigarette while Croconaw growled, his large teeth showing. "Only we knew when Skyla was lifting off."
"And?" Booker asked, rather confused.
"Our host couldn't have known, especially since we whispered the time," White said suddenly.
Lyra froze, pulling Iris closer as it dawned on her too. "That could only mean…"
Colress nodded grimly. "Indeed, we're the only ones who knew exactly when Skyla was going to take off."
Everyone stared at one another, suspicion starting everywhere. A few were nervious as well.
"But the guys who saw her off are clean, right?" Roxie asked.
"That's right," Bianca said before Colress shook his head.
"The catapult had a device rigged on it, something that was triggered by a remote control. A single button push was all it would take," Colress said. He sighed before continuing. "We're even more likely to be suspected as we knew exactly when Skyla took off. Everyone is under suspicion."
"I wonder which one of our fellow companions as finally dropped the guise as a host and revealed themselves to be the murderer."
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And so another chapter draws to a close, with Skyla and Unfezant plunging to their deaths. THUTH, the, hopefully correct, onomatopoeia for an arrow hurtling through the air. You may be wondering, why Skyla? She's the only one with a Flying-type, just another hope shattered along with Unfezant's neck.
So…the weapons. I'm sure you're interested by that. No one knows exactly which weapon was used. Thus, everyone could have had the opprutunity to press a button or flip a switch, resulting with the catapult firing. Of course, someone could have usued the crossbow…
Anyways, while we're on the matter of the killer, any guesses? Only 21 guests left to shift through, unless you want to try and make Chili and Skyla come back, that'd make me laugh.
Who shall die next? Only the next chapter shall reveal that answer.
Skyla: So make sure to review folks!
Unfezant: Shriek! Fez unt! (Yeah! See you soon!)
I'll be including the list of the remaining, and deceased, characters for reference, along with the type of death that did them in.
Bianca- The Clumsy Optimist; Partner Pokémon: Cinccino
Blue- The Complete Asshole; Partner Pokémon: Nidoking
Booker- The Aged Builder; Partner Pokémon: Pichu
Burgh- The Buggy Artist; Partner Pokémon: Leavanny
Cheren- The Knowledgeable Pessimist; Partner Pokémon: Beheeyum
Cheryl- The Timid Healer; Partner Pokémon: Chansey
Chili-The Hasty Hothead; Partner Pokémon: Simisear (BOTH KILLED) axe to the head
Colress- The Calm Techie; Partner Pokémon: Magnezone
Fennel- The Shy Scientist; Partner Pokémon: Musharna
Iris- The Dragon-loving Joker; Partner Pokémon: Haxorous
Lyra- The Bookish Beauty; Partner Pokémon: Quilava
Looker- The Silent Stranger; Partner Pokémon: Herdier
Marshal-The Determined Fighter; Partner Pokémon: Sawk
Misty-The Surfer Gal; Partner Pokémon: Staryu
N- The Anti-Social Genius; Partner Pokémon: Zoroark
Riley- The Peaceful Aurist; Partner Pokémon: Lucario
Roxie-The Punk Rocker; Partner Pokémon: Toxicroak
Shauntal- The Mysterious Writer; Partner Pokémon: Froslass
Skyla-The Flyaway Gal; Partner Pokémon: Unfezant (BOTH DECEASED) Unfezant died to broken neck; Skyla by head trauma and blood loss.
Trip-The Obsessive Photographer; Partner Pokémon: Serperior
Ursula-The Bitch Queen; Partner Pokémon: Gabite
White: The Friendly Girl; Partner Pokémon: Dewott