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Post by Sirius on May 22, 2005 14:04:55 GMT -5
Conspiracy Warning - This story may contain violence and mild profanity (obviously only as far as censors allow). Read at your own discretion. Table of ContentsBook One: Serial Killer Part One: Murder 1. The First Victims 2. Panic Attacks and a Broken Dish Rack 3. Sitting Around for Tea 4. Narrowing Down the Suspects 5. Killer Strike 6. Dead and Alive 7. Bloody Walls 8. Confrontations 9. Closing in on Death 10. Escape 11. Hostage 12. The Bomb Detonates Part Two: Explosion 13. Finding Survivors 14. All Alone 15. The Killer Returns 16. Accomplice 17. Explanations and Plans Book Two: Terrorist Group Part Three: Base 18. The Terrorists 19. Arriving at Base 20. Mealtime Surprise 21. First 22. The Countdown Begins 23. Neopia Responds 24. On the Run Part Four: Search 25. Preparation 26. Raiding the Hideout 27. Mental Battle 28. Shock and Retrieve 29. Epilogue Authors' Note Book One: Serial Killer
Part I: MurderOne The First Victims
A scream erupted in the hall of the Neopian Times Writer’s Forum. No one paid any attention to it - a ninja getting loose? A Weewoo gone past its’ prime? A monkey? Screams were usual happenings in the Forum. But these poor, unsuspecting forumers would soon find out that scream would start a series of horrible and bloody events...“Snowflake!” came a yell. Forumers came running into the dimly lit hallway, each gasping at the horror that lay before them. Snowflake, the famous and prestigious Neopian Times editor, was lying in a pool of blood, her mouth opened in shock. The first question came from the back of the crowd, more specifically, a dumbfounded (or just plain dumb) Nick. “Is she dead? Is it her blood?” A few ignorant people muttered and someone else shouted back a rude curse and Nick retaliated, “Shut up, you stupid!” No one laughed at his blatant grammatically incorrect insult. Instead, their eyes were glued ahead to Christinetran, who was now edging closer to the body, She bent down and srted to feel around. “She broke her neck and pinky...horrible accident is what I’m assuming. She probably fell down the stairs-“ she said while pointing ahead to a staircase on the far wall “-and tumbled down here.” “Why didn’t she scream?” yelled Will, who was in the front of the crowd. CT thought about this for a moment. “She probably did but we didn’t hear her,” she explained, glancing at the glowing ‘Splatterboard’ sign. “Because of the screaming in there.” The room went silent again as Patjade strode up in a large purple robe. “What’s going on he-“ she stopped as she saw Snowflakes’ body in a growing pool of blood. “Oh, my...” she said in a horrified tone and put her hand to her mouth. “Is she dead?” An ignorant sigh later, Rider stepped foward. “Let’s bury her. We don’t want her stinking up the place.” Patjade glared at her, as did many of the other forumers. “What?” Rider looked around stupidly. Her eyes lit up when she finally realized why they were angry and quietly stepped back into the crowd. After a few more moments of silence, Patjade collected herself and drew a deep breath. “I am very overwhelmed by this happening, but we must do something about it, instead of standing here doing nothing. A memorial service will be held later this night, and the following morning she will be buried. Please return to what you were doing...” her voice trailed off and she looked down sorrowly at the editors’ body as the forumers filed off. *** That night, after a memorial service was held, as everyone was retiring home for the night, someone grabbed a person out of the crowd, shoving them into a utility closet. A few hours later, another scream echoed through the halls, but no one was there to hear it... *** The following morning, it was Tdyans who found the body. She quickly used her super-mod powers to alert everyone to the problem and to meet her in the Times Lobby immediately. A few minutes later, she had taken her seat at the Admin Table and stared glumly at the crowd of forumers before her, tears welling up in her eyes. She held them back and started to speak. “I bring unfortunate news, the second day in a row. While going to get a plunger in Utility Closet 6Q, I came across the body of Ishmale. His throat was sliced and right hand cut off. This was obviously a murder. If anyone knows anything about this, please step up now.” The Lobby was silent. Tdyans nodded her head solemnly. “I hope the murderer comes foward soon...” she looked around with sad eyes. “You are dismissed.”
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Post by neonick on May 22, 2005 14:08:54 GMT -5
Shut up you stupid! X-D Ah, great... this is shaping up to be a great series! :-3 Not only have you given me the best line, you've also killed Ishmale, the only real competition to my womanising fame... huzzah!
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Post by Sirius on May 22, 2005 14:14:03 GMT -5
At least someone likes it. Me working on the next chapter. I love the title name of this chapter.
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Post by Rachel on May 22, 2005 14:27:01 GMT -5
It's good write more!
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2005 14:42:39 GMT -5
It sure is different from what wwe usually get to read here! But I like it! Keep writing And don't let Snowflake know that you killed her or she'll never publish you again
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Post by ncwidt5895 on May 22, 2005 15:12:38 GMT -5
Ooh, I like it Sirius ^_^ GOOD JOB AND CONTINUE.
And add me in teh story, while you're at it =D
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Post by Zylaa on May 22, 2005 15:13:15 GMT -5
Int-er-est-ing. Shoot, what book is that from... I remember in some book this person's head and hand got cut off. I think it was a redwall book. Anyway, nice job.
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Post by Sirius on May 22, 2005 15:17:19 GMT -5
Two Panic Attacks and a Broken Dish RackA few hours later, Sirius, Carrie, Tracy, and Guy were sitting around in a lounge, talking about the recent events of the Forum. “Who could have killed them?” Tracy asked, sipping on her glass of apple juice. “Probably that Rider,” Sirius commented. “Always up with her Meepits, prancing about like she’s the ruler of the world. Ugh...if I was the killer, I’d kill her next.” Carrie got up from the seat and started to pace around. “I think it’s Sims. You never suspect the sheep.” She sat back down, glancing around shiftily. “Why were you just glancing around shiftily?” Guy asked, looking at Carrie dead in the face. “Why did you just look at me dead in the face?” she retorted. “Eying you next victim?” Guy looked at Carrie for a moment, saying nothing. “Why did you retort me?” “Huh?” “It says you retorted me,” Guy said. Carrie said nothing. “Say something!” “No.” “Hah, you said something!” Guy got up and left the room angrily. The room was silent after that. After a few moments, Tracy left and then soon after that Carrie left. And then Sirius. The room was then deserted...except for a shadow hiding in the corner, who had just picked his next victim... *** An hour later, many of the forumers went to lunch. Every Wednesday this happened and, usually, there was nothing strange about it but everyone who went was on the edge of their feet, expecting the killer to jump out at them. “Who do you think is gonna be next?” asked Apollo, who then stuck a fry in his mouth. The table was silent and then a slur of names were poured out. Once everyone quieted they looked at each other and laughed. No one knew why but they did... *** That night, the killer struck again... *** Morning came and, as Fj0rd was going to cook breakfast for herself, she screamed. There, lying on the floor was Tracy, the famous Harry Potter enthusiast. Scattered pieces of glass were around her head and her eyes were lying in a jar, filled with water, next to her. “So much for dry eyes...” Fj0rd said as she stared ahead. Finally she came to her senses and ran out of the kitchen, looking for the nearest administrator. She spotted Kiddo leaning against the wall and ran over to her. “KIDDOKIDDOKIDDYKIDDO! AHHHHHHHH!” Kiddo stared at her for a moment and took her back off the wall. “What is it?” she said cooly. “It’s Tracy,” Fj0rd said quickly. “She’sdeadohmyohmyshe’sdead!” The administrator rushed to the kitchen (where she automatically knew she had died because it’s not worth explaining) and gasped. “A dish rack! She was killed with a dish rack!” She then rushed over to the body and checked the pulse. “And she’s dead! Could this day get any worse?” It did.
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Post by Ginz ❤ on May 22, 2005 15:17:30 GMT -5
Suspenseful... I like it! I'm curious of what will happen next
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Post by ncwidt5895 on May 22, 2005 15:22:10 GMT -5
Really good! *prod* WRITE MORE OR DIIIE. *stabs*
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Post by Sirius on May 22, 2005 15:22:46 GMT -5
Heh. In the third chapter I have a funny scene between you and I, Carrie.
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Post by Sirius on May 22, 2005 15:35:24 GMT -5
Three Sitting Around for Tea“Someone here is a murderer,” said Patjade when everyone was gathered in the Times Lobby. “Someone here had murdered our own.” Silence filled the room. “And we will stop at nothing to find them and execute them. Under no circumstances may anyone leave this building until everyone has been interrogated and searched. Sleeping quarters have been set up in spare rooms. Mingle all you want but watch out – someone may try to kill you. “Stick with someone at all times. Never leave alone. Don’t wander around at dark without a flashlight. Don’t speak to the Meepits. No skinny dipping. No writing. No throwing people out of windows. No looking at a clock No--” Kiddo cleared her voice, signaling Patjade to stop talking. “Yes, sorry. Anyway, goodnight.” The forumers slowly left in small groups of their trusted friends. One group, which was occupied by Carrie, Blubbeh, Sirius, Guy, Eri, and Nick made their way through the crowd and slipped into a lounge room, where hot tea awaited them. Each grabbed a cup and sat down, sipping at their drink in silence. Sirius broke the silence. “Can you--” “Shut up,” Blubbeh said, glaring at Sirius. “Can’t we have our tea in peace?” Looking hurt, Sirius glanced down at his brown liquid and dumped it on the floor. “You idiot!” Guy yelled and jumped over to it, knocking his tea over in the process, and started to roll in the hot beverage. “Now I have to dry it for you!” Sirius rolled his eyes as the others watched Guy burn himself trying to dry the tea with his body. After he was done, he got up, his shirt and pants now a brownish color, and sat back down in his seat. The room continued to be silent. Finally, as everyone was wrapping up and putting their teacups away, Blubbeh spoke, “I’m tired.” Everyone nodded in agreement and sat back down in their chairs. Each slowly nodded off to bed... *** “You want some tea?” “Tea?” “Yes, tea.” “Yeah, sure.” “What kind of tea?” “There are different kinds of tea?” “Yes.” “What kind?” “Every kind.” “Just give me tea.” “Regular?” “Tea. I want tea.” “Regular?” “I want tea, darn it!” A sigh and someone shuffled around. “Regular or decaf, you idiot!” “Oh...” There was a silence. “Regular.” “Okay.” A light flashed on, illuminating the room where the group had slept the night before. Blubbeh woke up in a yell, awaking everyone else up. Carrie was hovering over a teapot, making regular tea like Sirius had asked for. It was the next morning and the group was unaware of the happenings that had happened the previous night. Tdyans came around to the room a few minutes later to inform them of the dreadful news. “Kiddo was killed.” “No surprise there,” Blubbeh commented. “Real sympathetic,” said Nick, who hadn’t spoken much at all. “Don’t fight,” Tdyans warned and left, in a hurry to tell other groups. The group stood there silently for a moment. Carrie walked over to Sirius and presented him with his regular tea. He took a long sip and smiled. “Tastes like tea.” “That’s what it’s supposed to taste like. “Exactly.”
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Post by ncwidt5895 on May 22, 2005 15:38:28 GMT -5
Good job^_^ It's funny and yet not. WHOOT WE GOT OURSELVES A BIG GROUP. And tea? I don't even like tea ;-; *poisons the tea* YAY =D
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Post by Sirius on May 22, 2005 15:39:42 GMT -5
A plot will develop soon. Clues will start to appear
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Post by Eggz on May 22, 2005 15:39:44 GMT -5
D'aw, why does everyone make Guy so mean? x3 Good job, Sirius ^_^ I want tea now... *hobbles off*
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