THE_SPACE_BEAN_STORY [ORIGINAL TEXT]

Chapter 15

Yellow paused as he noticed movement on the camaras.

Yes! Finally! He thought, and quickly sat up straight in his chair. He didn't remember on which camara he'd seen the movement, but it was a light color, running through the halls. He saw her now. It was White, speaking with Black outside of navigation. I hope it goes down okay... He thought while moving slightly closer to get in on the action. Now that he looked at it, it didn't look like White knew Black was standing right there.

"What the heck..." Yellow spoke to himself often, mostly because he was usually alone. He looked closer as Black pulled something metallic and gray out from her pocket. His eyes widened. A knife? He dismissed the thought. No way anyone on this ship could be another killer. That's impossible.

He paused as White fell to the floor, red liquid flowing out of her new wound. He knew those bandages were a bad sign, and now Black had murdered her. She was gone. Forever.

Yellow's eyes started blurring with tears. Was he always this emotional? Or was this because of all the traumatic things that happened on this ship? He knew not. He paused his attention at the screens to wipe his tear-filled eyes. He needed to calm himself. He spun around in his chair and wiped the tears out with the edge of his sleeve. He sighed. She's really gone... He thought, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. It had not crossed his mind until then that he had to report this. If not him, who would? His head ached. Must be from all the computer time. He lifted himself out of the chair, its squeaking as he rose. He slowly made his way to the cafeteria.

The loud buzzer ringing through the Skeld startled Yellow. He'd never called an emergency meeting before. He sighed. He heard people coming from all directions, but strangely not where White had died. He knew why. But although he thought Black would come from storage, she surprisingly entered the café from behind him. Red, Purple, Green, Pink, Cyan, and Lime ran from storage while Orange followed Black from the upper engine. Yellow sat down, looking at his hands as he balled them up in between his legs. He looked up. Purple had taken a seat beside him on his right side, and Green was on his left. Once everyone was seated, he noticed Black sitting across from him. He'd never liked her anyway. Or maybe that was just his hatred for her in the past few minutes talking. He started.

"Okay-" He was interrupted by a voice across from the table.

"Where's White?" Black asked, with what looked like genuine curiosity, but he knew the truth.

"She's dead," Yellow said, his voice wavering. The room went dead silent.

After more than a moment, Red spoke up. "Dead...?" His face was contorted into a frown.

"Yes, I witnessed it on the cameras," Yellow had placed his hands on the table and looked at them. He didn't get out much.

"Well, where?" Yellow ignored Lime's question as he just now noticed that Cyan and Pink looked frozen in shock. They look like they know something, he thought. He suddenly realized again that a question had been asked of him.

"Right above navigation, near O2," Yellow did not avert his gaze from Cyan and Pink. They sat together. And right then, one of them spoke.

"Did you... See who it was?" Cyan looked right at him, into his eyes. Their dark brown hues somehow brought Yellow to his knees. Cyan's question was casual, but his eyes sure weren't. I'll make them pay, was what they were communicating to him. Yellow nodded. Cyan looked at Pink. Everyone was looking at each other, trying to find the right words to make the atmosphere comfortable. But Yellow knew it would never be comfortable again, not with a murderer still hot on his tracks. Or, this time, it was the opposite. He was hot on the murderer's tracks.

"The person who killed White... Was Black," Yellow said, almost a mumble.