Tormented Fun

Chapter 12

"What are you doing here?"

Standing up, I stared at the skeleton, who had a flashlight pointed at his face, lighting it up rather creepily.

A bony hand reached out and flicked a light switch, his other hand turning off the flashlight, "Are you going to answer me, or just stand there?"

Pierre and Cooper stood in front of me, they looked rather protective, "We were trying to figure out what the heck this place is."

"Why, children, this is the Happy Hotel, a place where people stay in order to satisfy their thirst to shed blood," the Skeleton 'explained' to us.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Pierre asked, angrily.

"Exactly what it sounds like. You need to leave here, all three of you. Another one of your friends, if you really wanna call them that, has been killed. You need to gather your evidence for the judgement," after that statement, I felt a hand on the back of my collar, then back out in the hallway. Laptop in my lap.

"That happened," Pierre mumbled, he seemed rather annoyed at the situation.

"At least we know a little bit more about this place," Cooper told him, appearing a bit hopeful.

"I have more questions than answers," Pierre glanced at me, then back to the floor.

"I know that feeling," I said, standing up, holding my laptop with care.

"Let's go see who was killed," Cooper followed suit in standing, holding out a hand for Pierre, who took it.

"Yeah, more investigating and death. Go team." Pierre replied sarcastically as he stood with the help from his brother.

We walked down the hallway, to the elevator. I had no idea where the killing site was, but I could attempt to find someone who did know. The door opened, Scisco was standing there, "Hey," I said.

"If you wanna know where the scene is, go to the fourth floor, it's pretty obvious after that," she told me.

I got in the elevator, hitting the button to go to the fourth floor. As soon as the doors opened, I could see the scene. Violet's bloody body was leaning against the wall. Upon getting closer, I saw that there was a hole in the side of her head. Bending down, I saw she had a necklace, silver. It was a fox's head. Interesting.

"Simple shot to the temple, quick way to go," I heard Stella say from behind me.

I did a smooth, turn around stand movement to face her, "Yeah, I guess that's good for her, right?"

"Yes, but there is a slight problem for you," she said. I felt a look of confusion cross over my face, "There's only one person who is really good with guns here. One of your friends."

Her face was sincere, concern shining through. I knew exactly who she was talking about. Flynn was a weapons expert. He had been working with guns, a lot.

"I...guess that makes sense." Those words had hit me like a truck. There was no way Flynn would be a killer, he may know weapons, but he wasn't a murderer. Was he?

Leaning back down, I saw there were also shots in her shoulders, stomach and thighs. Wow, someone had had a lot of fun doing this.

"Her death was by no means painless," I said, all excitement from what I had done with Cooper and Pierre was gone.

"What do you mean?" Stella asked, leaning down next to me.

"I'm going to guess that she was shot in these other places before the head shot. She was bleeding out. Heck, she could have bled out before the headshot was even fired."

A pause, Stella was inspecting the body, "You're probably right."

My only response was a nod, Flynn was the number one suspect. He was the main one here with weapon experience.

Doors at the end of the hallway opened, Zayn walked out, his voice sounded happy until he saw the scene, "Hey....."

"Hi Zayn," I said, still looking at the body. She had nothing on her that seemed out of place, other than, ya know, random extra holes from the bullets. Wait. There was a card sticking out of her pocket. I carefully pulled it out. Queen of spades. I had no idea if that meant anything or not.

"What you doing?" Zayn asked.

"I saw an ace of spades before I went to my room. It had red, probably blood, smudges on it," I told him, slightly surprised by my own ignorance. How could I not have put two and two together with that?

"It's late, we should get some sleep and continue the investigation in the morning," Stella said, her voice sounded tired, but had a slight undertone of jealousy. Maybe I was just hearing things that weren't there, but I could have sworn it was there.

"Yeah, good idea," I replied, my eyes did feel heavy.

"I'll escort you two there," Zayn offered with a white smile.

"Whatever," Stella rolled her eyes.

The three of us walked towards the elevator, Zayn hit the button with a '1' on it. The short ride was made slightly longer by stopping at floor two. Wyatt entered the small box.

"Hi Wyatt," Zayn said, almost cheerfully. How could he be so happy? That was definitely the first question on my mind.

"Hello."

That died quickly. Zayn had no reply. The doors opened, and we all exited the awkwardness. After the turn, I stopped at my door, pulling my key card out of the inside pocket of my jacket. That's when I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. Looking, I saw Stella standing there.

"Would it be okay if I spent the night in your room again?" She asked.

Past her, I saw Zayn giving her back the death glare. I wonder what his jealousy would be at if there was a scale to measure it.

"Sure, come on in," I said with a smile, opening my door. She smiled back, following me into my room. As I closed the door, I saw that Zayn's normally cheery blue eyes, were on fire with rage and jealousy. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked absolutely furious. The door closed with a light 'click'. Making sure I deadbolted it (just figured out how to do that) I walked into the main portion of my room. Stella was sitting on the edge of the bed, a knife in her hands.