Liars And Cheats

Told You It Wasn't Me

Great. We all had reasons to off each other now. Life just keeps getting better.

The darkness surrounded us in the room, and a faint crying sound could be heard.
"Who is that? Come on, speak to me!" Tom shouted.
"Everyone okay?" I asked.
"Someone get the fucking lights on!" Briony screamed.
"Where's the damn switch??" Dylan mumbled.

Finally, the lights flickered back on, and I felt relief wash over me. Then horror.
I looked at Alex, who was staring straight at his arm. What was left of his arm. A gunshot rang out before, and it must have destroyed his entire arm from the elbow down. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh........fuck!
Alex instantly fainted, and blood started pouring over the floor. Tom and Charlotte rushed to help him, but it was too late.
"Fuck! Fuck! Aaaaaaaah, god damn it!" Tom shouted.
Dylan quipped, "What, ain't gonna get paid back now?"
Tom went mental. He ran at Dylan, grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him into the ground. I pushed Tom off of him, but was briefly met with a violent smack. My eye was stinging, and I felt a bruise coming through on my cheek.
"Stop it, Tom!" Briony shouted, trying to push him off.
"Get off me!" Tom started smacking Dylan repeatedly, before staggering backwards.
Dylan was out cold. What the fuck was happening anymore? Lucy and Alex dead, Tom beating up Dylan. Then it came to me.......he was the killer!
I went over to Briony, and grabbed her hand, making her turn around.
"What's up?"
"I've got a feeling Tom's the killer." I whispered to her.
"Yeah......it's messed up. He killed Alex because of the debt, and Lucy because?"
"I don't know, just help me take him down so we can ask him some questions."
"Fine, I'll do my best."
Charlotte was comforting Tom over by the fireplace, so me and Briony went over.
"It's okay.....it's okay. Nothing's your fault."
"What the fuck has gotten into me?" He questioned.
Suddenly, I lashed out and tackled him by the legs. Briony used her jacket to tie his arms together, and I used my hoodie for the legs. Great, I just captured a twat.
"Tom, I know you're the killer." I spat.
"Really, bro? Fucking really? Just because I sacked you. I thought we were over it, we've been best mates since you moved in with me."
"It's not about that. It's about you having a debt against Alex and suddenly he's dead. What about that, huh?"
"Fuck off. I wouldn't kill anyone."
"You damn near killed Dylan!"
Briony and Charlotte were talking in the corner, and I was too wrapped up with Tom's interrogation that I didn't really care.
"Why'd you kill Lucy?"
"I bloody didn't."
"Well someone did!"
"Wouldn't it be you? Why the hell not? Why don't we blame the damn fireplace while we're at it?"
"I'm keeping you tied up, and we'll see if anyone else dies tonight!"
The lights flickered again. Power was flimsy in Mungo Manor.
I decided to go check up on Dylan, leaving Briony and Charlotte to talk about God knows what, and Tom to think about his murders. It must be him, right?
"Hey Dylan, how you doing?"
"I feel like hammered shit." He said, opening his bruised eyes slowly.
"You are shit, but probably not hammered."
"Can't believe I got my arse kicked in front of everyone."
The lights flickered one more time. They'd go out soon.
"Poor Alex. And Lucy." I muttered.
"Bet you that Briony's next to die."
"I hope not."
"Timothy's got a crush, heh?"
"I hope Tom beats you harder next time, mate."
Suddenly the lights powered out, and I felt something rough collide with my face. Knocked out in an instant.
Half an hour we spent in the dark, apparently,
The bright white light of my iPhone flickered on, and the floor lit up.
But no Dylan. Where has he gone?
Charlotte sat up, next to Briony I assumed.
Where was Dylan? Tom must have escaped!
Oh shit! I flashed my light over to the chair, but Tom was still there, worried look on his face. Who was doing? Tom hadn't even moved, or had he?
Faint screams echoed from another room, far away. Dylan!
Our faces were as white as snow, and I just felt like crying. What the fuck? The girls and Tom were petrified too.
Tom nervously laughed and said,
"Told you it wasn't me."
Who was the killer?
First, we had to save Dylan.
Looking back, I wish I never bothered.