Not all stories have happy endings... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING! GORE AND DEATH AND BLOOD! PROCEDE AT YOUR OWN RISK! (well, not yet but soon...) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 and 2 are in Note and Credits, but I reached a word limit so yea. You're gonna have to go inside the project for Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ press space 4 next slide. I'm not entirely done with Ch. 3, but i'm still putting it here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello there @ProArmadillo . I think you may have made a mistake in allowing me to have absolutely no word limit. i'll add the story in the notes and credits and (maybe)also in the project. allow me to present, Blood of a Killer: a Murder (not-so) Mystery ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1 It was a cold, listless night. The wind licked my skin as I entered the house. Shortly after entering the dining room, Mr. Kudsting called for silence. ¨Please, sit,¨ he said in a booming voice, “I'm sure you are all wondering why you're here.” “Yeah! Why are we here?” a voice shouted from somewhere. As if the voice had lit a spark, a raging fire of chatter washed through the room. The guests entered a cacophony of questions and accusations. “I had to get up at 3 am to make it on time!” He waited for the room to quiet down a bit, and finally said, "We are here to discuss my Will.” That shut everyone up real quick. There was one thing everyone knew best about this man, and it was that he was rich. I decided that this was a good time, and stood up and walked toward him. No one knew this yet, but this would be a turning point in all of their lives. Or, heh, the rest. I got up to the stage of which he was standing, and whispered something in his ear. His face suddenly turned pale as snow, and I stepped back and walked to my seat. A murmur rushed through the crowd. What had I whispered to him? They would never know, now that it had begun. I pressed a remote, hidden in my coat sleeve, while pretending to adjust it. the lights flickered and went out. A scream erupted, and it was chaos. I only had 15 more seconds to go. I shoved past everyone and made my move, and then I shuffled back into the crowd with but a second to spare. it had begun. the lights flickered back on, and a quiet spread. then, someone noticed something, and another scream traveled across the room, this time the person was standing over the body of Mr. Kudsting. everybody ran about, trying to get out. but I had planned for that. I pressed a new button on the remote, that locked all the doors. there was no escape... Chapter 2 Jake had been dragged along for this, even though he was about to go off to college. he didn't want to come to this "gathering", he wanted to go to the graduation parties with his friends, and see them for the last time before he had to leave. But his father insisted that it was important, though he didn't know why. all his father knew was that there were supposed to be a ton of people, and guests had to bring at least one other person. His dad HAD to bring him, because his mother died in childbirth with his supposed "twin", who consequently died of suffocation. the umbilical cords had bee wrapped around their necks, but the doctors only noticed in time to save Jake. It was sad, but it couldn't really affect Jake, as it all happened when he was born. it had always been him and his dad, though there were women previously. they were all drunk idiots though, that never really stuck around. his dad was addicted to gambling, and when he heard there was money involved in the party, he just had to go. When they got there, Jake noticed a strange person, with a long dark cloak-like jacket and a mask. he saw something like a remote in their pocket, but didn't think much of it. people were dressed in dresses and suits, but nothing extravagant. it WAS short notice, after all. Jake had only had time to throw on a golf shirt when his father received the invite, and even then it was the middle of the night, so he couldn't tell which ones were nicer or not. "dad," Jake said, "something doesn't feel right. can we go?" "oh, you're just saying that to go home and see your friends. you can see them during the summer! but THIS. This is important. there's money involved!" his dad replied. *and THIS is why I need to leave his place so badly,* Jake thought to himself. the host got up on the stage, and said some stuff, but Jake wasn't paying attention. he was watching the odd person he had seen from before. then, as if the person had sensed him, they moved. but not towards him, towards the stage where the host was standing. they whispered something to the host, and walked back. he saw them press the remote from their pocket, and the lights went out. everybody ran around, terrified. I went towards the stage to check on the host, and ask about the situation, when someone rushed past me. a couple seconds passed, and I traveled further up front. the person rushed back, now going the way they originally came from. the lights turned on, and I screamed. the host was lying dead, in a pool of blood, right in front of me. chaos erupted, and I was yanked back by adults pushing past me to see the body. it was horrible. Chapter 3 Some is done, but enjoy this quote instead. "Creativity is a god who comes around only when he pleases, and it isn't very often. But when he does come around, he sits at my desk and folds his wings and I offer him whatever he wants" (Schmidt 133) ((Book: "Okay For Now"))
