Tormented Fun

Chapter 9

We all gathered at the meeting room, as normal. I sat down next to Stella and Scisco. Flynn, Zayn, and Pierre all sat next to each other, on the other side of Stella. Zayn was giving me a weird look. I just smiled at him, if I let him affect me, I would break down somehow. That wouldn't end well.

"Let's get this started," Skeleton ordered, sitting behind the group.

Jaxton started, "So whoever killed them, probably is a really good chef, or spends a lot of time in the kitchen."

"Thank you for stating the obvious," Cooper retorted, Pierce laughed a little.

"Anyways," Wyatt said, "That is true. Alexi was killed somewhere between four and six in the morning, according to our phones. The cause of death was the removal of her guts, not being cooked alive."

"Yes, also the knife used was one from someone's kit that they received at the beginning of this game, not a kitchen knife," I said.

Everyone nodded. I had no idea who did this. I'm pretty sure everyone else was in that boat too. This was going to be extremely hard.

"Has anyone seen someone in the kitchen a lot?" Scisco asked.

"Nope." "Not particularly." "I don't think so." Very helpful responses. Of the professions left, none of them had anything to do with cooking. Thieves, programmer, investigator, chemist, basketball player, gambler, rockstar, weapons specialist, traceur, and an heir.

"Maybe the cooking was supposed to just throw us off the trail. Focus on the murder weapon and how she was actually killed," I gave my idea. It would be better than the nowhere that the cooking was getting at.

"Agreed. Someone who knows how to use a knife, and use it well," Zayn said.

"Well, there is a weapons specialist," Violet smirked as she said it.

Flynn looked at her, "You think I could do that, kill a person then cook the corpse?"

"I don't believe it was Flynn," Scisco said, "he knows weapons, but his personality would be, more uncomfortable here if he had done it."

"Thank you Scisco," he smiled slightly.

"Jaxton, you are from a wealthy family, correct?"

She was accusing the rich boy? Wow, someone was taking risks.

"Yes, I am," he answered.

"Did your mother teach you how to cook?"

"Yes."

"Thank you Jaxton. Pierce, you're a chemist?"

"Um, yeah."

"Have you ever done anything special with food?"

"I can make ramen and macaroni, that's about it."

"Thank you."
Wow, talk about random questioning. What the heck was Scisco supposed to be getting at? I don't understand this, at all.

"I believe, at this point, that it was either Jaxton or Violet," Scisco said.

"Why them?" Zayn asked.

"Jaxton has cooking experience, Violet is shady."

Those are, great reasons for accusing someone.

"He has experience, which means if Jaxton had made it, then the body probably wouldn't have been burned, as he is most likely a perfectionist," I said.

"Valid point, Sage. Violet, I'd like to know, where were you at the time of the murder?" Scisco was going to town with this.

"I was in bed, like any normal person," Violet responded.

"No one can prove that?"

"Yes, she....was." Flynn? How would he know? Oh, oh god. Nevermind, I know how he knew.

"I'm assuming that means, you were with her?"

"Y-yes."

"There go all my leads," Scisco placed a hand on her face.

"Think about this, Pierce, you said that you can only make ramen and macaroni, correct?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah, not really a kitchen person."

I caught it, so did Scisco. Stella looked at me, I think she got it too.

"Wait, no kitchen experience?" Pierre tilted his head as he asked.

"Are you seriously thinking it's me because I don't know what I'm doing in the kitchen?" Pierce looked scared.

"No one else to accuse, is there?" Cooper did the same as Pierre, except also smiling.

"No way, I couldn't do that to Alexi, she was too nice."

"That's a pretty unstable argument," Jaxton said.

Pierce looked at everyone, fear shining in his eyes, "No."

"Where were you at the time of the crime?" Scisco's eyes narrowed.

"In my room, asleep." He was sweating worse than a dog.

"No one can vouch for you?"

"No, I was alone."

"You're not helping your case, Pierce," I said. I didn't, I couldn't believe he was the murderer. We were friends, but he was our only lead.

"I'm sorry Pierce, you have no alibi, you have no witnesses."

"No! I didn't do it!"

"May we begin the vote?"

Skeleton smiled, if a skeleton can smile, and nodded, "Let the voting commence!"

Pierce. Every single vote was towards him. There were no other susceptible suspects. He looked at me, and mouthed three, little words. I instantly regretted my vote. He was innocent. If guilty, he should have admitted to it by now. There was no point in denying.

"Pierce!" I called as he was dragged on stage.

He looked at me, tears streaming down his face, "I--"

A slab of something had fallen, and he had to catch it, arms extended above him. Another thing fell. He stood. Struggling to hold them. More and more stacked up. He had fallen onto a knee. Supporting whatever they were. Skeleton placed chemicals in front of him, then added something. Pierce's facial expression changed. Agony, to fear.

"No, why?" he cried out.

One more slab fell. He broke, falling, he hit the chemicals. They exploded. It would have been worse if the slabs hadn't fallen on top of him, containing the majority of his guts and stuff.

Zayn walked up behind, "I'm sorry, he was a good friend, to both of us," he said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. He sounded like he was crying. Looking at him out of my peripheral vision, he did have tears coming down, but also a smirk. He wasn't actually sorry.