iClue
Disclaimer: Can't talk right now. Too busy not owning iCarly or Clue, and wishing I did. Well, not really. Lots more responsibility than I'd want.
Author's Notes: Well, after the *gasp* cliffhanger of the last chapter, this is what happened. Probably not that epic. Okay, why do I waste time typing these if I've got nothing interesting to say? Ah, well, enjoy the show.
Chapter 21: iHave an Epic Chase Scene
"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.
We (By we I mean Scar and I) run out of the lounge, trying to find White. We look around, though find absolutely no trace of her. The halls are empty, and she must be moving around carefully; there are no sounds of footsteps echoing through the empty halls, like you'd normally hear.
"We need to split up!" Scar shouts, and I don't have time to argue or complain. We quickly agree that she searches the left side of the house, and I search the right. If either or both of us come up empty-handed, we head down the secret passage and wait in the cross-section for the other. If one of us encounters White, they run and scream for help, and the other races to their side to help with the final face-off. Or chase her if she runs. Whichever comes first.
And so we take off in different directions. Scar to the dining room, myself to the hall. Nothing there, I notice as soon as I open the door. Pretty much the same scenario for the Observatory and Living Room. When I get to the theater, however...
I open the door only a bit, and see someone moving in the darkness. It's no secret that Scar and I have been using the dark room as our headquarters, so it would only make sense that she come here to look for our stuff. Nobody knows, minus ourselves, just what exactly we've been up to in here. Once, Green walked in on us, and walked out with a limp. Enough said.
I'm careful not to attract attention as I push the door open, sneak in, and close it behind me. Not a sound is made, something to be proud of, I suppose. Wait, I was supposed to call Scar. Oh, well, I can handle this woman. I sneak up on her, something easily done in the dark, and jump on her back. A yelp echoes through the near empty theater as- wait...
"GREEN?" Sure enough, the one I'd pounced on was Green... how embarrassing, "WHAT are you doing here?"
"HIDING! Though apparently not well enough," Now I'm really glad I hadn't called Scar. She would've ripped Green's head off for going into our hiding place, then proceed to scream at me for calling her for GREEN. I hope she's having better luck than I am. I grumble, letting Green go, and warning him to hide in Mustard's room (partially to annoy Mustard), before heading off to find the real murderer.
I run into the spa, the last room on my checklist before going underground, and notice something out of place immediately. No, not the towels, not the hot tub (Why does a manor in the 20's have a hot tub?), not the massage tables... those I didn't even spare a moment looking at.
What caught my attention was the open trap door.
I lower myself into the trap door, praying Scar hadn't entered her's yet. White is in this tunnel somewhere, and I'm gonna find her. I drop to the ground (Roughly ten feet from the entrance to the tunnel), and wince slightly at the drop. My legs are in slight pain from the jump, but I ignore that and press onward, grabbing a flashlight someone had dropped there, presumably Spencer before he died (FINALLY! Something that makes sense!). Flickering it on, I march forward.
I tread softly, as to not allow Mrs. White to hear my footfall. The walls have always been made of dirt and poorly put up boards, but now, perhaps because there's a murderer in here, it's creepier than it had been when we first found it. At that moment I remember there's a way out from here. She could get away with this!
I pause when I think I hear something, and stop to listen. Frantic footsteps... and it's becoming fainter, so it has to be White. I head in that direction, still being careful not to attract attention, and head up the northwestern hallway, towards the kitchen. I make it just in time to see the edge of her dress disappear. She's taking her time... which means she doesn't know I've followed her. Gives me the advantage. I wait a moment, then peek out of the trap door to see her approach the cabinet. Making sure no one's watching (And again failing to see me), she opens it and pulls out...
The gun.
There, in her hands, is the weapon she'd stolen from Green. That was stolen (And returned) by Scar first. I'm only really able to think one thought right about now, and it's 'Green needs to be more careful with his stuff- no wonder he got his firearms license taken away'. I watch, too shocked to produce coherent and/or useful thought, as she loads the gun. And then she sneers, talking to herself.
"One shot from behind... and little miss Marissy is going to get that wanna be actress for stealing MY spot in this show. MY SPOTLIGHT!" My brain goes dead. She's after Scar! The moment she shuts the door, I scramble out of the passageway, running to the door, all the while managing not to be heard, and run to the patio, where Scar must surely be.
And she's there, all right. Carefully looking over the plants on the left side of the room, she leaves herself perfectly vulnerable.
"Not here... hmm, Freddork's probably waiting for me. Better get going," She turns towards the door, and I finally spot White, on the edge of the patio, hiding behind some plants. How did Scar not notice her crossing to the other side of the patio? Doesn't matter, because I hear the dreaded sound of a gun being loaded. I don't think; That moment, my instincts take over.
"Frednerd? What are you doing- ahh!"
A loud shot echoes through the air immediately after I push us both to the ground. I can hear White curse, though it's not coherent. Both of us collide with the wood of the patio. Scar screams beside me, pulling me out of my instinctive state and into reality. I can see blood staining the wood.
I failed...
"FREDDIE!"
So... what happened? Even I got confused on that last part, and I'm the one WRITING this! Maybe you'll all be good little detectives and tell me what happened? Possibly in review form? Meanwhile, I'll write the next chapter. Also, this is by far the best cliffhanger I've ever written. YAY!
Also, I'm not going to state White's agenda. Remember that this is Freddie's dream, so not everything has to make sense. Feel free to come up with an agenda on your own. I'm sure your smart enough... I gave you twenty-one chapters, certainly you can figure something out!
