Tormented Fun

Chapter 21

I entered the room, Stella looked disgusted at what I assume was the situation we were in. Pierce stared at the floor, a nice shade of grayish white.

The two others looked up when we entered, I noticed Pierce's eyes were bloodshot. He was having a hard time getting through this, losing Cooper really got to him.

I gave a small wave before sitting, Zayn landing in the seat right next to me.

"Now, you four," Skeleton said with an elegant bow, "If you figure out the real killer of this girl, you all will be let go. If not, well then we will wait and see what happens won't we," and with that and a bony grin, he disappeared behind the curtain.

"I have absolutely no idea," Stella said with an annoyed sigh. She didn't care, at all. Basically, all the real killer had to do was make a quick accusation seem logical and she'd follow it so that she could go back to doing whatever depressed Stella does.

I glanced at Zayn, who had a wild smirk on his face. It disappeared within a millisecond of me seeing it. I knew it was him. Right before I could speak, he cut me off.

"Pierre, where were you last night?"

Pierre looked up, and in a raspy tone replied "My room."

"We could all say that, who would be lying?" Zayn said. I had discovered who was the killer. Would Stella catch on?

Pierre shrugged, "I really don't care if you believe me. It's the truth."

Zayn's smirk returned again for about a second, but before he could speak, I did, "How could Pierre do it, he's so lost right now I'm pretty sure he does nothing."

"Defending the accused? An accomplice?" Zayn stared at me, the twinkle in his eye spoke everything I needed. He was guilty. The only problem was Stella, getting her on my side.

"Accomplice? Do you think I'd do that?" I growled out.

"We don't know each other particularly well," Zayn replied, leaning back in his chair, inspecting his nails.

"Stella, it was Zayn. Please, trust me on this one," I pleaded to my, um, friend?

"Whatever, you have no proof," she returned, tone icy cold.

"There's no proof against Pierre either!"

"He was first accused, that's good enough for me," she shrugged, slouching in her chair, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

Moron! I can't believe in the earlier part of this story I trusted her. Idiot me, but even more so idiot her.

"Vote then children," Skele said as he reappeared from behind the curtain.

I wrote down Zayn, glaring at him as I passed by to hand my vote to Skeleton.

Both Stella and Zayn handed him their votes. Pierre sat in his chair.

"Pierre vote," I said to him. He shook his head.

"Why, there's no point in living anymore. All that happens is death."

No!!! No no no no no!! If he voted he'd have a chance.....to.........live...... God dang it. He didn't care. Not helpful.

Skeleton  looked at the other two's papers, then picked Pierre up by the back of his shirt, and he just hung limply in the dead man's bony hands.

"If you hadn't lost motivation, you might have found the true culprit of all the murders," Skeleton grinned before disappearing behind the curtain again.

Stella stood up, a grin on her face. Zayn looked half disappointed, but mildly amused.

"What are those looks for?" I asked, glaring at the two of them.

"I think I messed up..." Zayn said, "I don't why I accused him, it just seemed right...."

"SERIOUSLY?" I screamed, slapping him in the face. His head snapped to the side, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek.

"Yeah," he grunted, "I trusted you, and Stella, well she just doesn't care at all, ya know?"

My eyes widened, it wasn't Zayn was it? I glanced at the smiling girl before noticing the curtains opened, causing me to turn to watch the show.