iClue
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Author's Note: SOME people aren't reading the chapter titles, are they? Otherwise, I wouldn't need to tell you that in this chapter Freddie gets poisoned by the murderer. But who is the murderer? HAHA! I know and you don't!
Chapter 14: iAm Poisoned
"Dinner time!"
I sigh, stepping back. Scar takes the hint and steps back to, and we watch as the animals known as Mustard and Green make a rush towards the Dining Room. Ugh, I can understand Green being hungry, but why Mustard? Never mind that, though, we'll finish dinner quickly and continue on with the investigation. We still have to find out where the murder had originally taken place. And we agreed to keep this little discovery to ourselves right now. As mentioned in the past, we have no idea who to trust. Scar trusts me because this is my mind, and I trust her cause she looks like Sam. Stupid reason, but Sam isn't guilty. And neither is Scar.
But anyways, dinner.
Mrs. White made something that reminded me of that one time Mom made cooked lamb. She read somewhere that it was supposed to be healthy. It only made me throw up, bleh. But this stuff is a lot tastier, or at least I can scarf this down without upchucking. Speaking of that, I'd better not anymore; It'll ruin my appetite!
We pass around dishes of various foods as well. Mashed potatoes, peas, bread rolls, and a little tray full of appetizer meats, which was probably put out for Scar. Surely enough, she hogs the entire tray to herself, only letting me sneak some. Curious.
We take our time consuming this grand meal. And why not? It's delicious! I have to hand it to her, Mrs. White is a good cook! The food is one of the few things I enjoy in this whacked-up manor! The others? Well, I'm sure you can guess for yourself what I'd enjoy.
"Boys?" Carlotta asks. We turn her way, "Do you think you can help me move some stuff from Spencer's room to the downstairs? His statues should be put on display," The others haven't seen the sculptures, but I have. And she's right; they should be put on display. For everyone to see!
"I'll help," I gladly volunteer, happy to help one of the few people who don't hate me for no real reason. The other males, not wanting to look like wimps, volunteer as well, and Scar insists on coming along to, 'See us make fools of ourselves, then beg for help', but I think she just wants to make sure the enemy (Whoever the enemy is) doesn't hurt me with the heavy statues. Aw, she's sweet without showing it. Silly girl.
"One condition to my working," Green says, and I groan, because he's a man of business and probably wants money, "I want a kiss from the lovely lady Peacock,"
And I couldn't stop laughing as Scar hit the boy hard, resulting in him falling to the floor and hitting his head hard.
Green decided to help us anyway, despite possible concussion. Scar and I chuckle at that, and the rest of them look at us oddly, but ignore it. I, myself, ignore a slight ringing in my ears. It's leftover Scar scream, and I hate it, but can put up with it until we remove the sculptures.
I laugh again as the others gawk at the sculptures. Since I'd seen them already, they weren't a shock at all. I laugh myself into a fit, and have to sit on the bed. Ugh, all that laughter left me slightly light-headed. Scar doesn't seem to notice. She, like the others, is too busy staring in awe at Spencer Boddy's works of art. Once that's over with, we begin to move the statues down the stairs.
Scar and Carlotta follow behind us, and I can spy the maid watching from downstairs. Her eyes are focused on us, though she's shining a trophy on a shelf. Snickering, I look towards the other males. They seem to be struggling. Heh, guess the simple sculpture is too heavy for the little worms.
"Honestly, why did he make statues so big?" Complains Mustard, despite the fact that he could quit moving the statue any time he wants to. The guy just doesn't want to look like a wimp in front of two other males and three females. No telling what kind of mockery he'd be on the receiving end of.
As if trying to mock me, the sculpture suddenly becomes heavier. Like, a lot heavier. I grunt slightly, my limbs screaming out at me in protest, crying to put down the heavy load. I ignore the protest, and my throat's new found desire to groan in agony. It's not so bad, but I can't imagine why I'm feeling like this.
Looking back towards Scar, I find her face slightly blurred. My mind tries to tell me something bad's gonna happen, but much like my friend's voice, it's lost amongst my swimming thoughts. I have trouble keeping my focus, and lose my grip on the sculpture.
"Hey, watch it!" Mustard growls, as he attempts to pick up my slack. Muttering an apology, I once again pick up my side, this time finding it even harder to hold. Like something's infested my muscles, and tries to make them mutinous. I try to resist, but it becomes even stronger, and my body grows even weaker.
"Hey, Fredweird," Someone calls to me. I look up, seeing the faces around me are blurred, barely visible. Except for Scar. She looks scared, but her expression is fading into a new one I can't quite make out yet.
I hear voices all around me, and try to call my attention to them. But my ears refuse to serve their purpose. My whole body is on mutiny, I feel like I'm not in control of anything. Not even my mouth works correctly. I try to call out to the others, tell them I'm okay, but they're fading too fast. I can't keep my attention on them... who are 'them' again?
"Freddie!"
I finally give in to my traitorous body's demands, falling backwards. Not even caring that I'm on a stairwell, or that one misstep by my fellow housemates could send a large sculpture onto my head. I know, but I don't care. I CAN'T care, this is supposed to happen.
And once again, everything fades to black.
Freddie got poisoned! He... just doesn't realize it yet. Poor Fredward... Can you guess what happens next? C'mon, guess!
...And tell me your guesses in review form!
