iClue
Disclaimer: Can I just skip this part *Sigh*, I don't own iCarly OR Clue. Kay.
Author's Notes: It's so hard to concentrate, what with finals, friends, and my little sister. Ugh, sisters! Oh, just ignore that if ya read it and take offense. So, here, without further adieu, is "Connell the Amazing Rabid Squirrel!". Oh, no, never mind. Just another chapter of iClue.
Chapter 9: iInterrogate Gibson Green
I don't dream in this world. Or, at least, that's what I thought. But when I close my eyes to succumb to exhaustion for a moment, I see some sort of white light, followed by Sam saying something. Well, usually it's Sam. Sometimes it's my mom, and once or twice, it is Carly. I'm not too happy about her just abandoning Sam in her time of need, but every time I hear her, Carly is expressing regret about her decision. It was then that I realized something. The white light wasn't death, it's my portal back to reality! Of course, Scar didn't care when I told her, but this is a major break through in getting me home. All I gotta do is find the white light... wherever it is.
My main concern is getting out of here and back to reality, so I can help Sam. Scar completely agrees, though we also have the murder to focus on. I still have this strange inkling that we should follow this through. Maybe I'm just nervous.
At any rate, Scar and I need to look for the murderer in the next best way: Spying. This, I've actually been looking forward to. Not only do we have a right to go through other people's past and personal lives, but we get to go into the other rooms! I've only been in my own room, Spencer's, and Scar's, once. They were all beautiful, yet unique. It seems so strange that such an intricate place can exist in the depths of my psyche. Or, maybe I'm just still trying to absorb the fact that I'm in a coma. Either way, we have some stuff to discuss first.
"Split up or together?" This first, yet crucial question came from Scar. I look down at my feet (Or rather, my brown leather shoes), and speak my opinion.
"It's true that we'd probably cover more ground separate," I begin, "But I'd feel more comfortable if we were together the entire time," To my surprise, Scar lets out a sigh of relief and nods.
"Okay," She agrees, "I'd feel safer with you by my side anyways," She looks down at her feet while saying this, her eyes half-closed.
I grin, "What, can't handle yourself, Scarlet?" I question in a tone of pure mocking. Scar looks up and gives me a very Sam-like grin, cocky and mischievous, with hints of mock anger.
"Nah, I'd waste my time being worried about you," Her reply coolly lets me know that she did care, like the real Sam would, but wouldn't let me know it. That's probably as close to an 'I care for you, Freddie', as I'll ever get from either of the she-demons.
She tosses her head casually to the side, "So, which bedroom first?"
In the end, we choose Green's bedroom first. Not like it mattered. In fact, we took a dice, labeled each side with a color (Excluding ourselves, of course), and rolled it to determine which room we'd be searching first. However, there was one thing we didn't count on.
Green's door is locked.
Scar growls, still trying to open it with her hands, while I wonder if she knows how to pick locks, like the real Sam can. She should, shouldn't she? In was about to suggest as much when we heard two very familiar voices coming our way. Howard's and Green's.
Of course.
Scar curses beside me, but I ignore it (For now; I'll beret her for swearing later) and pull us into the nearby restroom, praying he doesn't have to go to the bathroom. Luckily for us, he says goodbye to Howard, and was probably gonna open the door when...
"Oh, drat! I was supposed to ask Mrs. White about those towels!" And he bolts off. Leaving the door wide open. Wow.
"Well, that was a lucky break," comments Scar. I nod, wordlessly beckoning her to follow me. And follow she did. We went into the room, and this... is nothing like my room. The bedroom itself would have been beautiful, had it not been littered with Green's junk. There are clothes and random stuff all over the place. Scar takes one look around the room, and says, "Well, we've certainly got our work cut out for us, huh?"
It's probably wisest to ignore her right now.
We search around the room: Scar on one side, myself on the other. I simply take stuff, glance through it to see if it's any use, and toss it. Scar's method of searching is pretty much the same. We continue this for a while when I come across something that makes my eyes widen. I bite my lip and yip, which is the only thing that seems to keep me from screaming. Scar hears my little yip and rushes over, her own eyes widening at my discovery.
In my hands, was a gun case for the very pistol Scar had found...
Hiding under a bed is NOT as fun as it would seem to a child. Especially when you make a small movement and end up with a face-full of dirty sock. Yuck. I really didn't want to hide under here, but Scar's got the closet, and I really don't want to make her wait under the bed. Which, by the way, is torture. Next time we go through someone's stuff, let's choose someone slightly cleaner, okay?
Well, now that we've got that settled, I'll tell you WHY I am hiding under a bed.
We're gonna take Green by surprise, make him answer a few questions, and possibly arrest someone for murder. I don't know if he's trustworthy, and this only confirms my suspicions. Scar backs me up on that one.
The door opens, and I hear Green's voice telling White to have a swell day (Who says swell?). As soon as the door closes, I bolt out from under the bed and force Green against the wall. Scar, who came out at roughly the same time I did, gags him and helps me carry him to the bed. From there, we proceed to tie him down.
The moment I take the gag off, he spits in my face. Well, now I know why Scar let me do this part. Trying (And probably failing) not to appear grossed out, I begin our interrogation.
"Alright Green," I start cautiously, "If that is your real name; What are you doing here?"
"Uh," He starts out sarcastically, "This is MY room. Now what are you two doing in here?" Scar proceeds to slap him.
"We'll be asking the question here, buddy boy! Now, how do you know Mr. Boddy?" Scar glares at him, and I can see a rebuttal on his tongue, but it dies when he sees Scar's expression.
"Listen, Boddy and I were friends a long time ago, okay? He owed me something, and thought this sleep-over of his would take care of it. Now, any more stupid questions?" Huh, he sounds like Nevel, ranting on like that. Should I tell him? Nah.
"Aright, so what about this?" I held up the gun case. The eyes of the person before me became like dinner plates: Wide and round.
"L-listen, don't tell anyone about that! I've managed to avoid the others suspicions, but I swear, the case and it's corresponding pistol is for self-defense only. I carry it with me everywhere!" Scar looks at him oddly, but I know he's telling the truth. I can sense it in his eyes. Also, I sense fear, which could be useful later.
"Let him go," I finally sigh. Scar gaps at me, and Green takes this moment to kick us both out of his room, shoving us. I didn't give any resistance; Scar's too stunned to think about it. The door slams behind us. Then suddenly, it opens again.
"If you guys see my pistol, could you give it back? I haven't seen it since I showed it to Colonel Mustard yesterday," And the door slams again.
Alright, maybe that could have gone better. But at least we have a lead.
Or do they? MUAHAHAHAHA! I'm so cruel!
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