Glee | AWK: 4. I Accuse You, Assassin | New Directions (4 of 6)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle, and then a 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th , 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th, and 25th cycle. Now cycle 26!
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"ASSASSINS WHO KILL: 4. I ACCUSE YOU, ASSASSIN"
New Directions
The dinner table had been cleared, and now it served to host the ‘jury’ who would interrogate those who still had to prove their innocence. On that panel of six sat Command, Bullet, Combat, Fury, the Heiress, and Matron Murder. The other six were those who had to appear before them, and they waited, sitting to the side. At the center of the jury table sat Command, and he took care of calling things to order, even if Matron Murder would have gladly taken care of matters… Of course, she probably would have been just fine torturing and/or killing them all, no questions asked, but she kept quiet… for the moment. If they ever gave her reason to move…
The first to be called to sit on the chair placed a few feet from the table was the Geisha. As she moved to sit in that chair, everyone was silent, as they tended to be, when she walked by. She did have the poise and the presence to warrant that effect. Once she sat, the six at the table shared a look.
“When was the last time you saw the Chameleon, before dinner?” Command asked.
“To be honest, I didn’t really know him,” she shrugged, then had a small smirk. “Although it wasn’t for lack of trying.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Matron Murder cut in. Command cleared his throat, and she sat back.
“Meaning?” he addressed the Geisha once again.
“Well it’s no secret the Chameleon was quite the catch. Though from what I heard, someone had already caught him,” she made no outwardly obvious gestures, but then she didn’t need to; Matron Murder was all but confirming everything she said with her gaze. “So really I see no reason for me to be up here. I only knew of him, and I assure you I had no reason to want to see him dead. Now I’m assuming your next question would be to know where I was in the time leading up to the death, and well… I believe one of you knows that,” she bowed her head. No one said a word, but it was safe to say they could leave it at that. So the Geisha got up, retreating in the same silence in which she had entered.
The next to go up was Slinger. At any other time, they might have asked him to remove his guns before he took the chair, but knowing Slinger, even if they asked him to strip, he would still manage to have kept one hidden, so they didn’t bother. The first question was the same, asking when he’d last seen the Chameleon. “We shared some words, nothing too big,” he shrugged. “He was bragging about one hit, so I had to respond. I told him about the time I was…”
“Please just answer the question,” Command cut in. Slinger sat up, vexed, and his hand was on his gun. “No time for that, I assure you.” There was another moment’s wait, but eventually Slinger sat back and carried on with his testimony.
“Okay, well… We talked, and anyone who was there saw us, and I didn’t mess with his cup. And if you ask my good friend Bullet over there, he can tell you I didn’t have time to do that before, did I?” he turned to him, and Bullet shook his head. It wasn’t long before he was allowed to leave the seat. The next called did not need the chair. Watcher rolled up and positioned himself before the jury. Once again the interrogation began with the same question, ‘when did you last see him?’
“It was the first time I met the man tonight, as any leader should know,” he didn’t look at Command, but his words were all pointed toward him. “But then that same leader would also face the possibility that it didn’t matter whether we knew the victim or not, considering what we do for a living, that perhaps an assassin might hire another to eliminate a third… But in this case, I think you will easily find that I do not figure in any of those positions.” There was a pause, everyone waiting for Command to say something.
“Thank you… Watcher… That will be all,” he flicked his wrist, pointing his finger for him to go. Watcher made a good show of reaching for his wheels and moving back to the side. “Artillery?” Command called. He stood, taking the seat. “As my second in command, you will understand I can’t just excuse you from this,” he spoke directly to him.
“Yes, sir, I understand,” he bowed his head.
“When did you see the Chameleon last?”
“Well…” he started, his eye diverting to the right, where Matron Murder sat. She tilted her head, and Artillery looked back ahead, choosing to say “Last night, when we got off the plane together. We were on the same flight,” leaving out the part where he saw him later, going into Matron Murder’s chambers. He’d probably been spared a few scars right there. It wasn’t as though anyone didn’t know about their little affair, doing the business they did, but she wasn’t going to have their relationship aired out for cheap jokes. “He did tell me that he thought he was being followed, but he hadn’t managed to see who it was. He was positive about it.”
“Thank you, that will be all,” Command told him. As he stood, Blind Eye was called to take his place. “Blind Eye when did you last s… When did you last meet him?”
“In town,” she smirked. “He had never met me, though I knew about him, of course. He didn’t know who I was, and he tried to help me cross the street. For a cold-blooded assassin, he had his boy-scout ways. I let him believe it for a while, but then when he saw we were headed the same way, I introduced myself properly. We had a good laugh about it, we did,” she smiled on, sensing someone fuming to her right. “As to his murder, if I really need to point out how bad an idea it would be for someone in my condition to handle poison, then we do have a problem, don’t we?” There was not much they could do to come back from that, so she was let off the hook, calling forth the last of their six suspects.
The Angel of Death got up, moving to the seat and looking partly concerned at the fact she was the last on the line, though this may have been a break in character. It didn’t last long, and the interrogation could begin, and it did, with the same old question. “I was on his flight, too. But he didn’t see me. He was far, and I don’t raise my voice. But that’s the last place I saw him.”
“That’s a lie,” Fury cut in, catching everyone off guard.
“Fury, do you have something to say?” Command looked to her.
“I saw you in the hall, coming out of his room upstairs,” she revealed.
“Was that his room?” the Angel of Death frowned.
“It’s pretty convenient how you wear gloves all the time,” Combat commented.
“It’s not… that. I mean it’s part of how I dress, but it’s also to cover…” she spoke as she removed the gloves. The others gasped. In Brittany’s infinite dedication to her murder mystery dinner costumes, she had drawn her hands to look covered with burns. “There was that accident, remember?”
“Yes… With Gemini,” Bullet pointed out, calling back the reference to their fellow assassin who had accidentally poisoned himself. Now though they wondered… “Did you help him there, too?”
“No, I…” she shook her head, trying to pull her gloves back on even if her hands were shaking.
“So it’s two of your fellow assassins you eliminated, is that right?” Command spoke now, and no one said a word. The Angel of Death didn’t know what to say.
TO BE CONTINUED (SUNDAY)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26]
[526] [527] [528] [529] [530]
[531] [532] [533] [534] [535]
[536] [537] [538] [539] [540]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Assassins Who Kill: 4. I Accuse You, Assassin"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: For the first Murder Mystery Dinner with all of New Directions, a game where everyone is a killer…
Spoilers: Season 1, I guess
if you have things you would like to see get written, pleeease drop by the suggestion box. The link is further down!
"ASSASSINS WHO KILL: 4. I ACCUSE YOU, ASSASSIN"
New Directions
The dinner table had been cleared, and now it served to host the ‘jury’ who would interrogate those who still had to prove their innocence. On that panel of six sat Command, Bullet, Combat, Fury, the Heiress, and Matron Murder. The other six were those who had to appear before them, and they waited, sitting to the side. At the center of the jury table sat Command, and he took care of calling things to order, even if Matron Murder would have gladly taken care of matters… Of course, she probably would have been just fine torturing and/or killing them all, no questions asked, but she kept quiet… for the moment. If they ever gave her reason to move…
The first to be called to sit on the chair placed a few feet from the table was the Geisha. As she moved to sit in that chair, everyone was silent, as they tended to be, when she walked by. She did have the poise and the presence to warrant that effect. Once she sat, the six at the table shared a look.
“When was the last time you saw the Chameleon, before dinner?” Command asked.
“To be honest, I didn’t really know him,” she shrugged, then had a small smirk. “Although it wasn’t for lack of trying.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Matron Murder cut in. Command cleared his throat, and she sat back.
“Meaning?” he addressed the Geisha once again.
“Well it’s no secret the Chameleon was quite the catch. Though from what I heard, someone had already caught him,” she made no outwardly obvious gestures, but then she didn’t need to; Matron Murder was all but confirming everything she said with her gaze. “So really I see no reason for me to be up here. I only knew of him, and I assure you I had no reason to want to see him dead. Now I’m assuming your next question would be to know where I was in the time leading up to the death, and well… I believe one of you knows that,” she bowed her head. No one said a word, but it was safe to say they could leave it at that. So the Geisha got up, retreating in the same silence in which she had entered.
The next to go up was Slinger. At any other time, they might have asked him to remove his guns before he took the chair, but knowing Slinger, even if they asked him to strip, he would still manage to have kept one hidden, so they didn’t bother. The first question was the same, asking when he’d last seen the Chameleon. “We shared some words, nothing too big,” he shrugged. “He was bragging about one hit, so I had to respond. I told him about the time I was…”
“Please just answer the question,” Command cut in. Slinger sat up, vexed, and his hand was on his gun. “No time for that, I assure you.” There was another moment’s wait, but eventually Slinger sat back and carried on with his testimony.
“Okay, well… We talked, and anyone who was there saw us, and I didn’t mess with his cup. And if you ask my good friend Bullet over there, he can tell you I didn’t have time to do that before, did I?” he turned to him, and Bullet shook his head. It wasn’t long before he was allowed to leave the seat. The next called did not need the chair. Watcher rolled up and positioned himself before the jury. Once again the interrogation began with the same question, ‘when did you last see him?’
“It was the first time I met the man tonight, as any leader should know,” he didn’t look at Command, but his words were all pointed toward him. “But then that same leader would also face the possibility that it didn’t matter whether we knew the victim or not, considering what we do for a living, that perhaps an assassin might hire another to eliminate a third… But in this case, I think you will easily find that I do not figure in any of those positions.” There was a pause, everyone waiting for Command to say something.
“Thank you… Watcher… That will be all,” he flicked his wrist, pointing his finger for him to go. Watcher made a good show of reaching for his wheels and moving back to the side. “Artillery?” Command called. He stood, taking the seat. “As my second in command, you will understand I can’t just excuse you from this,” he spoke directly to him.
“Yes, sir, I understand,” he bowed his head.
“When did you see the Chameleon last?”
“Well…” he started, his eye diverting to the right, where Matron Murder sat. She tilted her head, and Artillery looked back ahead, choosing to say “Last night, when we got off the plane together. We were on the same flight,” leaving out the part where he saw him later, going into Matron Murder’s chambers. He’d probably been spared a few scars right there. It wasn’t as though anyone didn’t know about their little affair, doing the business they did, but she wasn’t going to have their relationship aired out for cheap jokes. “He did tell me that he thought he was being followed, but he hadn’t managed to see who it was. He was positive about it.”
“Thank you, that will be all,” Command told him. As he stood, Blind Eye was called to take his place. “Blind Eye when did you last s… When did you last meet him?”
“In town,” she smirked. “He had never met me, though I knew about him, of course. He didn’t know who I was, and he tried to help me cross the street. For a cold-blooded assassin, he had his boy-scout ways. I let him believe it for a while, but then when he saw we were headed the same way, I introduced myself properly. We had a good laugh about it, we did,” she smiled on, sensing someone fuming to her right. “As to his murder, if I really need to point out how bad an idea it would be for someone in my condition to handle poison, then we do have a problem, don’t we?” There was not much they could do to come back from that, so she was let off the hook, calling forth the last of their six suspects.
The Angel of Death got up, moving to the seat and looking partly concerned at the fact she was the last on the line, though this may have been a break in character. It didn’t last long, and the interrogation could begin, and it did, with the same old question. “I was on his flight, too. But he didn’t see me. He was far, and I don’t raise my voice. But that’s the last place I saw him.”
“That’s a lie,” Fury cut in, catching everyone off guard.
“Fury, do you have something to say?” Command looked to her.
“I saw you in the hall, coming out of his room upstairs,” she revealed.
“Was that his room?” the Angel of Death frowned.
“It’s pretty convenient how you wear gloves all the time,” Combat commented.
“It’s not… that. I mean it’s part of how I dress, but it’s also to cover…” she spoke as she removed the gloves. The others gasped. In Brittany’s infinite dedication to her murder mystery dinner costumes, she had drawn her hands to look covered with burns. “There was that accident, remember?”
“Yes… With Gemini,” Bullet pointed out, calling back the reference to their fellow assassin who had accidentally poisoned himself. Now though they wondered… “Did you help him there, too?”
“No, I…” she shook her head, trying to pull her gloves back on even if her hands were shaking.
“So it’s two of your fellow assassins you eliminated, is that right?” Command spoke now, and no one said a word. The Angel of Death didn’t know what to say.
TO BE CONTINUED (SUNDAY)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26]
[526] [527] [528] [529] [530]
[531] [532] [533] [534] [535]
[536] [537] [538] [539] [540]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Assassins Who Kill: 4. I Accuse You, Assassin"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: For the first Murder Mystery Dinner with all of New Directions, a game where everyone is a killer…
Spoilers: Season 1, I guess