iClue
Disclaimer: iCarly? Mine? Hah, you've got a good imagination, you should write fanfictions! And don't even get me started on Clue!
Author's Notes: DUN DUN DUN! We're getting close to the end... and the murderer shows her face! Did anyone expect it to be Mustard, cause of iBecome a Private Eye? To be truthful, this entire thing was planned out beforehand... with Clue cards. No, seriously, I took out Scar and Plum, shuffled the cards, and told my sister to pick one. Same for the weapon and room. Amazing, isn't it?
Chapter 20: iCall Your Bluff
"EVERYBODY, REPORT TO THE LOUNGE, NOW! NOW! NOW!" Scar's call echoes through the entire manor, making it impossible for the others to not have heard it. Green and Howard (Who are still in here) awaken and scream at us for waking them. The other two get in here pretty quickly, must have been scared out of their wits by Scar's military-esque voice.
Well, that, and one of them is a killer...
Don't think about that; Focus on the people. One of them must be nervous... though, they all look so... annoyed. They don't think we're capable of solving this, do they? Ah, well, there's a time for action, and there's a time for talk. This happens to be a time for talk.
"Okay, people, listen up!" I call, trying to get them to settle down. It's not working very well; they're too busy voicing there complaints, "Uh, hey listen! Guys, can you be quiet?" It's no use. You could have an airplane take off right outside the window and they wouldn't bat an eyelash. I doubt anything could get them to pay attention-
"SHUT UP!"
-And it appears I'm once again wrong. Scar's shrill, loud, angry, loud, passionate and LOUD voice cuts through their talking like a knife cutting through bread. All conversation stops as they give us their undivided attention. Just what I wanted. And now my tongue is too big for my mouth. Perfect.
"All yours, Freddo," Scar says endearingly, before sitting back down. I clear my throat, looking at anything but them. Hey, I've never noticed how interesting the ceiling is. I wonder if it's new.
"Ah, well, hello there, everyone," Scar gives me a warning nudge; We're here for a purpose, after all, "Um, well, you're probably wondering why you're here-"
"No, REALLY?" Carlotta asks sarcastically, "I figured we were down here for a reason, but it never popped into my head that we were supposed to find out about this reason!" I'd completely forgotten that she's Carly. Carly is sweet, but never afraid to use sarcasm and joke around. That's why Sam and I sometimes call her 'Miss Sassy-pants'. She hates the name, though we mean it jokingly. Hey, we need a reason to make fun of her! It just wouldn't be us if we didn't eventually victimize Carly, would it?
And of course, it's Scar who tells things like it is, "Yeah, you're here for a reason. Congratulations, you proved you have more of a brain then half the people in here. Your reward? Not having your mouth taped up. NOW SIT!" Carlotta whimpers, but obeys. Scar seems proud of herself, though. Is that a good thing?
Nonetheless, I continue onward, "We have good news, bad news, and terrible news. Which do you wanna hear first?"
Carlotta grins, raising her hand, "Oh! Good news, please," Huh, I can picture Carly doing the exact same thing. Scary.
"Alright, good news is... we're on the murderers track! We have two suspects left, though for reasons we don't have to explain to you, we're not telling," Everyone murmurs different things, from 'I think it's one of THEM!', to 'Pompous jerks, humph!', to 'It was the tuna fish, WASN'T IT?'. I guess it's easy to figure out who said what. But I won't go into detail on that.
"Bad news... tomato is a fruit," Scar announces. Huh, I wondered what the bad news was. Scar just said to include it. Everyone gasps, Green calling out that tomatoes are vegetables. I roll my eyes, thinking this is so typically Sam. Only Sam...
"Oh, and the terrible news? The murderer has a gun," I announce, wasting no time. Naturally, everyone (Minus myself and Scar) screams the moment they here that. Mass panic sets in. Carlotta begins crying after a moment. Scar, finally, whistles loudly, getting everyone's attention. The mania dies down... for now, anyway. Everyone follows her orders, which are in this order: Sit down, be quiet, put fists in mouths. While everyone attempts to accomplish this odd feat, Scar addresses me.
"Any hints?" I shrug, getting a closer look at our suspects. Suddenly...
"What's this?" I ask, taking a sample of... something dusty off of the face of Mrs. White. She gaps at me for a moment, then mumbles, barely audibly:
"It's dust; I was dusting," I narrow my eyebrows; The substance is too dark to be dust. In fact, it's too dark to be dirt! The substance is nearly black, and somewhat familiar. Taking a risk, I stick it in my mouth.
"Ugh, Freddork, that's disgusting!" I, for once, ignore my partner, instead choosing to spit into my drink; a cup of coffee. It's horrible! ...but it gives me my answer. I pause a moment, then call her bluff.
"It's not dust, is it?" She gaps at me, then recovers.
"Is your head glued on straight? Who are your parents to raise a child to question the words of elders?" she empathizes child, as though to remind me how young I am, "And what-" I cut her off.
"Then lick it," She stares at me, stupefied, "Go ahead; Dust is harmless. Just wipe it off your cheek and put your fingers in your mouth, like I did," She blinks, then raises her hand to her cheek... and wipes the substance off.
She's about to put it in her mouth, when it suddenly stops. She growls at me, "I'm not putting this in my mouth!" I take a plastic bag out of my bag, full of gunpowder. Everyone sees it, and gasps. Well, minus Green, who gaps at me.
"First off, Green, sorry about stealing you're spare supply of gunpowder; this is an emergency," At the word gunpowder, everyone exchanges surprised glances. Green nods, signifying that it's okay for me to use.
I take a white glove, put it on, and dip it into the bag. Then, I take the other white glove,equip it on my other hand, and streak it across her cheek. I then pass then to Carlotta.
"An exact match!" And she's so honest, everyone trusts her opinion. We all turn to White, who backs towards the door slowly.
"Now..." She says, looking scared, "Let's not be hasty," And she turns around and bolts through the door, Scar and I hot on her heels. Looks like we've got ourselves a chase. And the murderer is almost caught.
CLIFFHANGER! All fear the mighty cliffhanger, which leaves you hanging on the edge of your seat, begging for more. Or maybe not. Maybe I'm horrible at writing cliffhangers... and stories in general for that matter. I try not to judge my own work, cause you usually give yourself a better grade than you deserve... or completely undermine yourself. But this is getting long, so I'll go now.
How many of you expected White? I remember a few people were suspicious of Green...
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