iClue
Disclaimer: I can't think of any reason why you would assume I own iCarly or Clue. Cause I don't. I'm only fifteen.
Author's Notes: Huh, I notice how these chapters seem to be deprived of all humor. I mean, I don't really think solving a murder is funny, but it's iCarly. Maybe it's because Freddie's always described as, um, not funny, but I still think there should be a little more humor and randomness in this. That would explain why this chapter might be different from the others.
Chapter: iRealize the Body was...
Taking my time, I enter the Front Hallway, where Spencer Boddy was murdered. The room, because of all of our past investigations, is very familiar. It still doesn't hurt to recheck all the details, does it? I take yet another look around the already well-searched room.
Scar, apparently, is determined to get me to spill my guts about my suspicion, because she obviously doesn't have a clue who it is. I still won't tell her, mostly because it's just a suspicion, and there's absolutely no evidence against this person, but a little bit because I wanna mess with Scar's head. Wait, she's part of my mind, can she think for herself? Well, I certainly don't have any control over her.
"For the last time, Scar, no. You have to wait until I have more evidence... I'm not even sure about this person," Scar pouts at me, obviously upset. Heh, good. That's what I wanted.
The door bursts open, and we are surprised by the sudden appearance of Mrs. White and Carlotta. The two of them are grinning too widely for my taste. Scar, obviously not liking their presence, asks what the want. They exchange a knowing glance, and turn to her, beaming. The two females suddenly burst out:
"MAKE-OVERS!" And before she can object, poor Scar is whisked away by the maid and the cousin of the deceased. I currently pity her, but really can't do anything about it. Though not nearly as much as Sam, Carly can be pretty scary when she's mad. And I have a feeling Carlotta is just like that. Well, of course she is, she's my mental version of Carly. And I think I know both of those girls pretty well. Sighing, I look downwards. I'm on my own. For now, at least.
Unless they brainwash Scar...
Shivering at that, I take a moment to look around the room, as I'd already done a million times. But this was different. The last million times, I was looking for evidence of a weapon. Now, I'm just looking for clues in general. I crouch where the body was before we took it upstairs. Or at least, I think this is where it was. Another sigh escapes my lips as I think of Sam. Not Scar (Though I do feel sorry for her), but Sam. How is she doing? What's she doing? Has Nevel hurt her? If he has, I'll die just so I can come back to Earth to haunt the snot-nosed brat. For the rest of his life. Forever.
Pleased with my evil thinking, I take a closer look at the ground. The carpet's damaged, but that's not really surprising, considering all that's happened in this room. The wooden floor is stained with blood. I look closer at it, trying to ignore the instinct to retch.
Wait a moment...
I notice something odd about the blood on the floorboards. Forcing myself not to hurl, I lower down to floor level so I can examine it more thoroughly. There's the strange thing. The blood stretches out in a thick line. Almost like...
Almost like...
I gasp at the sudden realization. It hit me full force, like a train, only not as painful. But before I could fully absorb this fact, a voice calls to me, knocking me out of my stupor.
"Hey, Plum, can you leave? I gotta do something in here," I turn to Green in complete confusion.
"What?"
"Oh," He sighs, "I lost a bet with Mustard. Now, I gotta lick the floor. I don't want anyone to witness my humiliation," My eyes widen, and I'm about to warn him when he simply drops to the floor and licks it.
"Green," I begin cautiously, "This is the room where Spencer was murdered. And he was lying on the floor," Green's eyes widen in surprise, and he takes off at high speeds. I sigh as I hear retching from down the hall.
Mustard sure is sadistic...
"The body was WHAT?" Scar practically screams at me as I tell her what happened. I wince and rub my ear, which is still ringing with her voice. I glare at her.
"Was nearly making me deaf really necessary?" I snap at her. She shrugs, but sends me an apologetic glance. I take it, because she never apologizes, and didn't say anything. Man, I did a good job. She looks exactly like Sam. Every detail...
"Still!" She continues, ignoring my little space out, "The body was MOVED! Fredward, this is serious chiz!" I notice that the more upset she is, the more like Sam she is, "We can't just ignore this, it may be a key part in finding the murderer!" I nod, recalling something similar in a book I read once. Cluedo? I dunno.
Scar takes the time to look at me, and I must not have looked like I was paying attention, because she begins snapping at me, "FREDDIE! Are you paying attention?" I turn to her and nod, rubbing my ear again. Just as the ringing had died down, she yells at me and it came back. Ugh, mental Sam or not, this chick needs to respect personal matters, like, oh, I dunno, HEARING!
"Scar, it makes perfect sense," I point out, "And if you don't believe me, take a look at the Front Hall. You'll find the bloody skid marks, like I did," Scar is SO not happy about it, but grumbles and accepts it.
"Well, this stinks," She comments, "Just as we find out one part of the mystery, a new part gets thrown in our faces!" She sighs, plopping down into her chair. I turn to her, one eyebrow raised.
"What do you mean WE? I did all the work!" She ignores my exclamation, brushing it off as 'details', then offers me a piece of ham. Something Sam would NEVER do. I stare at her for a moment, then take it. Who knows when Sam, even if she is Scar, will do something like this again?
All of a sudden, the door opens, and Mrs. White walks in, looking slightly disturbed.
"Do either of you know anything about the vomit littering the left wing hallway?" She inquires. Scar and I give each other a quick glance, then turn to the older women.
"No," We both say at the same time, then scurry out of the theater. Some things were better left unsaid... including the truth of Green's stomach contents sprawled on the floor of the hallway.
Well, that was entertaining, wasn't it? I attempted to add a little classic iCarly humor, but I'm pretty sure I failed miserably. Poor Green. I feel sorry for him.
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