iClue
Disclaimer: Clue, iCarly, what difference does it make? What matters is that they're not mine.
Author's Notes: Okay... well, if you were trapped in a mansion with a murderer on the loose, what would you do? Well, besides run, hide, and scream. Investigate every inch of said mansion, of course! Sam/Scar and Freddie/Plum are using common sense (For once).
Chapter 7: iInvestigate the Manor
"Hey, you feeling okay?" Scar asks for the millionth time. I refused to tell her what happened, what I said. Sam... she needs to know. But the now is more important then the yesterday, and now I'm in a coma, working with a Sam look-alike to find a murderer in a mansion in some part of my psyche, while trying to wake myself up.
Yeah... that's not insane.
Anyway, back to the now. Scar is trying to get me to help her investigate the mansion, while I ponder on what happened in that strange dream featuring the demonic blonde. Well, the OTHER demonic blonde. I can't get it out of my head, her wishing I was back. Does that mean anything? Na, just the concern of a friend. I gotta stop wasting time wondering.
"You SURE your okay to investigate with me?" Scar asks. I glance at her, and she looks serious. She's genuinely worried. That's a rare thing to see from any Puckett, even the ever-evasive Melanie. I shutter when I think of her. I gotta find a way back to Sam, but not now. Now, Scar needs me.
"I'm fine. C'mon, this manor isn't gonna investigate itself, now is it?" And we're off.
AGH! We've been through the theater, the living room, the dining room, and the patio, and not a trace of anything that would be helpful. Our next destination was the lounge. I suggested we search the front hall, but Scar had said she'd already done that. I still think we should check it again, but I can't risk hurting Scar's pride. She'd kill me before I could say 'I'. Yeah, she's that dangerous. Ugh, this guy (Or girl) is clever, I'll give them that.
So, anyways, in the lounge.
Scar and I are looking over this place with as much care as possible. She takes one-half of the room, I take the other. If we find anything of interest, we call the other over. That's the way we've been operating this investigation. One step at a time.
"Find anything?" Scar calls over to me.
"Nope," I answer, slightly morbid, "You?"
"Nada,"
I sigh, and sit down on the floor. Or at least, that's my intention. Instead, I end up hitting my knee off something on the floor. With a rather loud yelp, I pull back, and examine my knee. Scar comes over, and scowls at what she sees me doing.
"Seriously, Fredward?" She asks, looking rather annoyed at me for having stopped the investigation for bumping my knee, "Your such a baby, the worst it can do is bruise," I scowl dejectedly at her.
"I know that! I hit it on something!" She stops her eye rolling and sits next to me on the floor, feeling around for what I could have possibly hurt myself with. To her surprise, her hands run over something that had formally been hidden by the rug on the floor. She glares at me, while I smirk in a sort of gloating manner. She was wrong, and I was right! HA!
Well, getting past that rare moment of glory, Scar and I roll the rug back, and are able to see a trapdoor on the floor, with a knob (Which is where I hit my knee). We sit there in stunned silence for a moment, unsure of what to do now.
"Well... that would explain how Spencer can get in and out of this place without anyone noticing," I comment randomly as we take the fact that there are probably passages within the manor. Scar takes a moment to think, then turns to me and says:
"I'm gonna open it," It wasn't a question, or a comment. Her tone strictly said Got any problems with that, bub?, and I'm not one to go against the toughest person in this household, as well as my only ally at current moments. Plus, I don't feel like having myself disemboweled.
And then she opened it.
It's dark down there, with a lantern on the wall glowing dimly. I can't see much. The only thing connecting the trapdoor to the floor, roughly ten feet down, is a barely sturdy ladder, which looks like it could break any moment. And I doubt there are any flashlights in the manor. I turn to Scar, who turns to look at me at the same time. I give her a smile.
"Ladies first,"
Scar and I climb through the catacomb like tunnels carefully. The ladder trip, and the walk was pretty much uneventful. Well, until now. We came to a five way intersection. Randomly picking the one across from us, we take the tunnel to the end, and end up...
In the spa?
Hidden near the bath is another trapdoor. Lucky for us, nobody's in here. If they were, well, we would have a lot of explaining to do, now, wouldn't we?
"Well, Fredward, I certainly didn't explain to end up here," Scar's less than pleased that this is where we ended up. I turn to help her climb out of the trapdoor.
"Neither did I," I respond honestly, "The other tunnels must connect to the other corners of the house... the kitchen and the observatory," I recall.
Scar looks at me, "I think Spencer knew about the trapdoors, but does anyone else?"
"Peacock told us herself she's related to Spencer, so she might. Dunno about the others though," We take a moment to look at each other, and both of us make a silent agreement with our eyes that this will be our little secret. Nobody else can know.
Wow... that was harder than I thought it would be. Also, to anyone confused, Freddie refers to Scar and Sam separately now, it's because he acknowledges them as separate beings, not one and the same. Plus, since Sam herself is involved in the story, it's kinda confusing to refer to both of them.
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