The Death Game

Chapter 27

Parts (Chapter 27)

It was Arthur. He looked so much like my husband that sometimes whenever I looked at him, I saw my husband. "Me and Treyvon have been searching for you!" Arthur exclaimed. "I spent my time well. I've gathered more clues," I said. Isaac, Mary, and Kristoff all fixed me a strange stare. "Francine, what do you mean by you've gathered more clues? Clues of what?" Kristoff asked. Clues about my suspicions towards you, Kristoff. You're still my prime suspect. Arthur looks like he's mad at me (I can understand why). Treyvon looks relieved that I was still alive and not dead. "It okay, Erthur. At least Fran's still alive," Treyvon said. "Yeah, well, she should've told us where she's been instead of running off like that," Arthur muttered. Arthur, how I wish I can tell you the truth. Not about where I've been, but about who I actually am. Maybe I should tell you now. I hope he doesn't see me in a different light after this. I took a deep breath in. "Arthur, I-" "I don't want to hear it. Come with us. Now," Arthur said in a demanding tone. He walked away. Treyvon looked at me and mimed for me to join them. I've lost my chance. I sighed and followed them.

A Few Hours Later...

"Francine, you've joined all three of them in the cafeteria. Who was acting the most suspicious?" Arthur asked me once I joined them. I bit my lip. "None of them acted strange, except..." Arthur looked at me as if to tell me to go on. "I have a suspect on my mind. I think it's Kristoff. He's been acting strange ever since I told him about the phone. He's been a lot kinder than usual. It's strange," I explained. Arthur sighed. "Francine, he could just be a lot friendlier than usual because he's in a good mood. It might not mean anything at all," Arthur said. I shook my head. "Whenever someone is acting friendlier than usual usually means that they are hiding something. At least, that's what I've learned from past experiences," I said. Arthur gave me a look that made me know instantly that he doesn't believe me. However, what he said shocked me. "Alright, fine. You can spy on Kristoff while Treyvon and I look for more clues around the mastermind's room. While you're on it, spy on Mary and Isaac too, will you?" Arthur asked. It didn't sound much like a question. It sounds like he's saying either do this or you don't do it at all. I don't like those types of deals, but I have no choice but to agree. "Yes, I will," I said. Treyvon looked at Arthur. "Ya know, ya shouldn't be too hard on 'er. She's just an old lady," he said. Arthur shot him a glare so cold that I thought Treyvon was going to get frostbite. Treyvon bit his lip and stopped talking. Arthur looked back at me. "Remember your role and stick to it. Me and Treyvon will do the same," Arthur said in a firm tone. I sighed. I was not used to being in trouble (I was a good kid when I was young). Especially by a kid who is 20 years younger than me. "I will do my part," I finally said. Arthur looked at me, unconvinced. "We'll shake hands on it," he said. Is he being serious? I shook his hand anyway. I didn't want to upset him further. That might result in him not letting me do my part of the mission anymore.