"Alright, everyone, just shut up. Pascal, can you explain this?" said Alexis. Jade blows a huge bubble waiting for Pascal to talk. The bubble lingers infront of her face as if it is witnessing the burning about to take place.
*POP!*
"Oh my God dude! You're, like, on fire!" Jade belted out nearly choking on her gum, but her voice was lost under the sounds of Pascals screams and the chimming of the clocks.
She wrinkles her nose at the putrid smell of burnt flesh.
"Well, looks like the stakes got a bit higher, now all your hands are tainted with blood. Goodnight." said the painting. Jade looked at her hands with a puzzled expression on her face.
HM Mafia, 10:00 PM, LYNCH #1: Blaze of Glory
No one was quite sure exactly how the argument started, but one thing was clear; there was absolute pandamonium in the dining room of the Manor.
"Stop yelling! You're scaring Cilla"
"Shut up you little brat!"
"Hey, don't talk to her like that, she's just a kid"
"You can shut up too! She's up to something, I know she is!"
"That's absurd. It's that smug French bastard who is up to something!"
"Know a lot about music there, don't you Frenchie? So how come Victor was strangled with a piano wire, answer me that!"
Finally, the quiet voice of Alexis seemed to silence the shouting. "Alright, everyone, just shut up. Pascal, can you explain this?"
Pascal looked up, his eyes wide and innocent as he shook his head violently. Wordlessly, he slowly backed away from the mob, shaking his head in a panic. Questions became accusations and soon the mobs' intent was viciously obvious.
Perhaps the sudden chiming of the clocks startled the Rock Star, but by the time he noticed the fire it was too late. His polyester suit burst into flames, lighting him up like a torch. Oddly enough, the man emitted none of the heat one would expect, instead, a familiar and yet undeniably forboding chill managed to creep into the bones of those in attendance.
His screams of agony were broken, methodically, by the donging of a Grandfather clock and by the time the 10th stroke's echo had faded all that remained of Pascal were his charred and smoking remains.
A few became sick at the smell; while others stood around and watched, mercilessly.
The chill had yet to fade completely when the portrait began to speak, once again.
"It seems tension is running high," the painting noted, sarcastically. "Perhaps a nice seat by the fire would be calming," he continued, amusing nobody but himself.
"Well, looks like the stakes got a bit higher, now all your hands are tainted with blood. Goodnight."
And again, the painting was motionless.
"And may the flames of hell burn cold and deadly," remarked the preacher, as he looked down on the corpse.
EDIT: I fucked up a bit and said eve instead of her character name - sorry =(
immy
21 years ago
David Bowles
21 years ago
Dario mused to himself. I wonder did we make a mistake... ah, hell, it won't be the first time I've had to kill an innocent to get at the truth. Besides, he was French
Mai
21 years ago
Summer rubbed her eyes sleepily and looked around at all the commotion. Cella had been screaming in her ear to wake up and She did...grumpy.
After being avenged for being called a little brat by some other adult, Summer subsided into pouty, still slightly tired, sulk. That is until the man went up into flames. Woah!
Summer and Priscella decided it was best to go hide behind the bar. These didn't seem to be nice people at all.
"Stop yelling! You're scaring Cilla"
After being avenged for being called a little brat by some other adult, Summer subsided into pouty, still slightly tired, sulk. That is until the man went up into flames. Woah!
Summer and Priscella decided it was best to go hide behind the bar. These didn't seem to be nice people at all.
Aniyah
21 years ago
Two deaths in such a short time made Aniyah anxious. Nervously tapping her pencil against her pad she stared at the ominous white sheets. Her mind completely blank she could think of nothing to write. With shaky fingers she wrote the date at the top of the page and stopped.
ROzbeans
21 years ago
Maelarya watched as the french singer exploded into flames. The stark horror of what just happened made her stumble back onto her chair. The bickering made her head spin but there was a sudden tone change with one of the guests. Something about it...it niggled in the back of her mind. The discussion seemed almost certain to result in the little girl's lynching but no...she had been saved. Saved. Maelarya's forehead crinkled as she remembered who it was that changed her mind.