iClue
Disclaimer: Nobody knows my secret... that I do NOT OWN iCARLY OR CLUE! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh... never mind.
Author's Notes: Today has been excellent! School is ending soon, our final testing is on the way, and I struck new inspiration for this story! SKLEE! Also, not that it's of any relevance, but today we find out two-thirds of what is happening. Yup, a whole TWO-THIRDS! That's a lot! Okay, you can read now.
Chapter 16: iJust barely Survive
I remember someone telling me, 'If you put your hand on the fire, you're gonna get burned'. It's something I've always taken to heart, judging things from a distance. Thinking before I act. Making sure I won't get hurt (Or won't get hurt for a while), then doing whatever it is I was gonna do. This time, however, this is the only possibility, the only way to continue. I might get hurt, but I've withstood a beating from a psychotic stalker, poison, and a fall down a stairwell. This time, I can survive as well. All I need to do is remember my purpose and not get frightened. I can do this. I can do this.
Taking a deep breath, I enter the domain where the beast lay, cautious as not to disturb it. With all the stealth of a chameleon, I approach the monster, still sound asleep. The creature looks so peaceful when it's asleep... soak it in now, Benson, cause once this is done, the monster will get up and tear you to bits. Before I can loss my courage, I lean down, and shake the beast awake...
...Which fails horribly, so I go onto my next trick: Taking a bucket of water and dropping it on it's head. So I grab the bucket I had dragged here for this purpose, and pour it onto my intended prey's skull, the liquid rushing down off of it and onto the bed sheets and floor quickly.
"AAHH! What the chiz?" Scar shouts loudly as she falls to the floor, soaked and muttering curses under her breath. I couldn't hear them; I was too busy laughing at her. All of a sudden, my laughter is interrupted by a low growl, and before I have time to run, Scar has me pinned to the ground, trying to tear my arms away; They are the only things protecting my head/face/chest area. Despite the fact that she could easily kill me, I laugh, cause she won't. It simply isn't how we work; The worst she'll do to me is break my bones.
A cough, faked for the purpose of getting our attention, interrupts our banter. We look up and find Carlotta, grinning in amusement, and Mrs. White, obviously annoyed, peering down at us from the doorway.
"Well," Carlotta says, poorly suppressing giggles, "We came to check your laundry, but it seems you two are good," The said giggling then turns into full-on laughter, obviously enjoying our embarrassment.
Mrs. White, however, is not so amused, "I'm not cleaning up after you two anymore," And exit White.
We enter the room of the patio after Breakfast. After what happened last night, everyone seemed to want to make their own Breakfast. Which was fine with White, she mentioned something about less work and proceeded to grab a muffin from the cupboard, leaving us to cook. I made a cheese and ham omelet for Scar and myself. I can't trust anyone but her, and I intend to let her know it. She seemed pleased with the meal, and after consuming it, we leave for the only room that hasn't been searched thoroughly: The Patio.
The room itself is quite beautiful. A ficus on the side, as well as a few other plants, give the place a lively look. It's floor is made of a wood that could possibly be oak. There is a wooden table off to the right side, with four chairs, candlelit with a bowl of decorative fruit in the middle. I notice that one of the fruits has a bite taken out of it...
Anyways, to the left of the rather large patio are two lounge chairs, designed for relaxation. A wooden pedestal stood upward between them. On one of the lounge chairs, as well as one of the wooden chairs, are towels, used, probably left here by Mrs. White. She's lazier than my mom, I'll give her that.
"Search the room," Orders Scar, knocking me out of my thoughts. I give her a slight nod, letting her know that I'm aware of what she said. She's, in all aspects and purposes, Sam; She hates being ignored and loves being in charge. The simple fact that I was gonna do that anyways should be ignored at current times. Best let her think she's in control, even for a moment.
The room is divided in half; Scar on the right and myself on the left. I begin with the plants; a likely place for someone to hide something otherwise... undesirable. Scar has the same idea on her side. Our searches seem to echo each others, our movements mirroring the others with such precision, anyone else would have sworn it was rehearsed. It might have been for all I know; This is my mind, everything in here was created by... me. Wow, humble much, Benson?
Okay, why do I keep insulting myself?
I reach the lounge chairs and continue searching there. Man, they look comfortable. But I can't let myself rest; I haven't even been up a couple hours yet! Scar had reached the table the same time (Give or take a few moments), but unlike me, stopped searching in favor of relaxing. To be truthful, it doesn't look so bad. So, I sit down on the lounge chair, just for a moment.
I grab the towel to move to the other chair when something catches my eye. Something... not normal.
Something crimson.
Blood. The substance is so familiar yet foreign at the same time. Why would anyone leave bloody towels in here? When was the last time anyone was even in here? I think it was Green... I dunno. But this isn't something I can simply ignore. I can ignore messy beds or the smart remarks of a certain blond, but this is the evidence we needed. The evidence we've been looking for.
"Freddie?" Scar addresses me, and her eyes widen at the sight of the bloody cloth clutched in my hands, "What is that?"
I give her a look, "It's a bloody towel, Scar, duh," I look back at it, "It's also the evidence we've been searching for,"
Eyes widen on the face of the blond, "You mean...?"
I nod, confirming the obvious, "This is where Spencer Boddy was murdered,"
GASP!
Okay, to those who didn't get the title, it was kinda a joke on the first part of the chapter, when Scar and Freddie are having that little play fight. Mrs. White is a downer.
Yeah, you know the how and the where, but the who is still on the loose. I doubt you can figure it out...
If you can, review. If you cannot, review anyways. ;)
