Don't Tell Them

Chapter 3

Warning: absolute gore, cursing

Words: 2639

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WEEEE-OOOOO!!! WEEEE-OOOOO!!!

"Emergency meeting in the cafeteria. All crewmates are wanted in the Cafeteria for an emergency meeting."

Purple looked up from his task as the speakers blared. "Ugh, what is it now?" he grouched, somewhat detached. He backed up and entered the hallway, walking hurriedly towards the cafeteria.

Upon his entrance, he was greeted with the sight of the 5 tables in the cafeteria. Sitting anxiously around the large table in the center were the other crewmates. Orange and Red came in through the West doorway and hurried to the table. Purple made himself comfortable and sat beside Lime. "What's wrong?" he began.

"Yeah, what's up, Lime?" Red chimed in.

"Same, why are we here, dude?" White agreed.

Lime looked down at the table and took a few deep breaths before he stood up and glared around the table. "Guys, I found Yellow dead in Weapons. There was a deep stab wound in her stomach area. The cut pierced her gut deeply," he grounded out.

Lime stood there for a moment, waiting for someone to speak up. "Maybe they killed themse-" White began, but was harshly interrupted by Lime. "They were stabbed in the gut and limp on the chair. There was no murder weapon. This was no accident, White." he said in an icy cold tone. White could only stare at the table for a moment. "Then who did it?" he asked, staring accusingly around the table. "It could have been any one of us."

A few of the other astronauts whispered amongst each other. "White has a point," Purple pointed out. "Any one of us could have been responsible for Yellow's death. The question is: Who had any ill will or death wish towards the crewmate?"

The astronauts stayed silent forevermore. "Well, we can't just do nothing about it!" Lime exclaimed. "We need some way to figure out who is responsible." Purple raised his hand. "What, dawg?"

"I have an idea. How about we discuss all the information we know, and then we can vote someone off based on the information and alibis we have. The person with the most votes will be ejected into space. That way, it's educated, fair, and we're taking action against the imposter among us." the male explained. Everyone nodded their heads slowly. Then suddenly, Cyan piped up.

"Oi! What if we vote off the wrong person? How will we know we have our perpetrator?"

"We won't," Lime whispered in an angry voice tinted with insecurity and fear. "We will just have to hope that no more deaths occur after we vote them off."

Cyan nodded, along with the rest of the crew members. "So, now that we have a plan," Red started. "Who has alibis? Where were people at the time of discovery?" Suddenly the table burst with noise. Everyone was trying to secure their safety, and it was getting hard to keep track. Some of them didn't even match up!

"STOP! EVERYONE BE QUIET!" Lime yelled. Silence fell upon the crew. "We don't need to yell to get our point across. We will each say where we were, and what task we were doing," he went on in a calm voice. "We will begin with me and then go around the table in a counter-clockwise direction. I was working on a wiring task in the hallway near Navigation before I went to the Cafeteria to get food. I passed through Weapons and that's when I saw Yellow's limp body in the center chair."

"I passed by Lime to go to O2 before that," Purple claimed, followed by a nod from Lime. "I can back that up." he agreed.

"Well, White was in Reactor signing into manifolds and starting up the reactor. I was in security looking through footage and doing paperwork for the crew flight log," Red said. White gave a thumbs up in agreement. "I was inspecting a sample in Medbay while Brown was submitting a scan." Blue chimed.