An unfortunate fangirlish moment
You see what happens when people give me ideas?
An Unfortunate Ending
“You knew your time had come.” Cold eyes looked down at the body for a moment, then nudged the corpse onto its back with a foot. Blood splashed on retreating legs as the murderer dropped the instrument of death and turned away.
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The day had started like any other, a bright and sunny morning that promised good things. The morning, however, lied. By noon the clouds had rolled in, and sunset was barely noticeable through the storm. Wind and rain lashed the countryside as if to absolve it of the sins to come.
One by one, cars approached the lonely mansion. One by one, the usual suspects arrived and settled in. The usual drinks were poured. The usual jokes were told. The usual dinner was eaten with the usual conversation.
After dinner, the guests retired to the library for brandy, but they soon began to drift away to other parts of the house.
The public would never know how Mister Body was lured to the conservatory. All the police knew was that a lead pipe to the temple had killed him in a blow. The police assumed it was a burglar, chased off by the sounds of other people in the house.
The guests said they’d all come running at the sound of a fight, they claimed they’d found the window broken. But the guests knew more. Of course they did-everyone had seen the two go off together. Everyone knew, but didn’t dare speak.
They all had secrets.
But Mister Body was the new member of the group, and had made the wrong person jealous. He was too popular, and he learned the secrets too fast.
Mister Body couldn’t keep those secrets when he was drunk, and told the wrong person the wrong story on a lonely Thursday night at a cheap bar that fronted for a brothel.
Colonel Mustard, just two years from retirement, lost his job the next day. He spent the morning packing up his office, and the afternoon packing up for revenge. He had no doubt who told.
After dinner, everyone was excited. There was nothing ahead of them but fun for two exhausting days and night. It wasn’t hard for the Colonel to get Mister Body alone, he simply pulled rank. And so it was that with the promise of another secret, Mister Body followed the Colonel to the conservatory like an eager puppy promised treats.
--
Mister Body was buried the following Wednesday. Colonel Mustard attended with the rest, pretending to mourn the loss of a friend. He was the last to leave the graveside, and he walked away with a smug smirk on his pudgy face.
Nobody would threaten his Vampire LARP again.
An Unfortunate Ending
“You knew your time had come.” Cold eyes looked down at the body for a moment, then nudged the corpse onto its back with a foot. Blood splashed on retreating legs as the murderer dropped the instrument of death and turned away.
--
The day had started like any other, a bright and sunny morning that promised good things. The morning, however, lied. By noon the clouds had rolled in, and sunset was barely noticeable through the storm. Wind and rain lashed the countryside as if to absolve it of the sins to come.
One by one, cars approached the lonely mansion. One by one, the usual suspects arrived and settled in. The usual drinks were poured. The usual jokes were told. The usual dinner was eaten with the usual conversation.
After dinner, the guests retired to the library for brandy, but they soon began to drift away to other parts of the house.
The public would never know how Mister Body was lured to the conservatory. All the police knew was that a lead pipe to the temple had killed him in a blow. The police assumed it was a burglar, chased off by the sounds of other people in the house.
The guests said they’d all come running at the sound of a fight, they claimed they’d found the window broken. But the guests knew more. Of course they did-everyone had seen the two go off together. Everyone knew, but didn’t dare speak.
They all had secrets.
But Mister Body was the new member of the group, and had made the wrong person jealous. He was too popular, and he learned the secrets too fast.
Mister Body couldn’t keep those secrets when he was drunk, and told the wrong person the wrong story on a lonely Thursday night at a cheap bar that fronted for a brothel.
Colonel Mustard, just two years from retirement, lost his job the next day. He spent the morning packing up his office, and the afternoon packing up for revenge. He had no doubt who told.
After dinner, everyone was excited. There was nothing ahead of them but fun for two exhausting days and night. It wasn’t hard for the Colonel to get Mister Body alone, he simply pulled rank. And so it was that with the promise of another secret, Mister Body followed the Colonel to the conservatory like an eager puppy promised treats.
--
Mister Body was buried the following Wednesday. Colonel Mustard attended with the rest, pretending to mourn the loss of a friend. He was the last to leave the graveside, and he walked away with a smug smirk on his pudgy face.
Nobody would threaten his Vampire LARP again.