Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

Search Party: Females

One: Penelope Lockheart

"A fool  thinks himself wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool." "The  fault is not in our stars, Brutus, but in ourselves." "Hell is empty and  all the devils are here."

William  Shakespeare, one of the greatest poets and writers known to man. When I  was in high school, Shakespeare was first introduced as a mean for  assignments, to read some of his most famous plays, to evaluate his  writing style. Albeit many students loathed the man for his depth and  the questions he subconsciously posed for teachers to address to their  students, I always loved to read Shakespeare as a teen.

His works were  strangely compelling, his quotes always struck me as mystical in a way.  Now, in this Manor, the wave of quotes engulf me, as I stare into the  dead eyes of Essie, a girl whom I had quickly begun to like talking  with. Was it only a few hours ago that I was still at home, not knowing  of anyone in this room?

I could die  next, already almost half the people have died and not a single thing  has been found about the killer. We just wait to see who is the next  victim. As time ticks on, another scream is heard out through the  hallway, and a gruff voice from the shadows of the room says, "We need  to search."

As the  realization dawns upon everyone that if we are not to be killed we must  find the killer, or his or her clues. People are already pairing up with  others, so I turn curtly to Mellissande, her bright blue eyes clouded  with sadness, her gaze directed to the wall.

"Melli, we need  to go and help search, okay?" I say, my voce carrying out across the now  almost empty room, slightly quavering as my voice cracks at the end.  Too many people have died. The phone lines and wireless network have  been disconnected since the start of this, we can't get any help. The  doors and windows are locked too, no one being able to leave. And oh,  how I wish we could all leave.

Mellissande  turns her head towards me, her gaze stopping on my glasses, her eyes  unfocused. "Yes, yes," she says, her voice quiet but polite, "Just one  moment." She looks down at her stomach, and, with a great heave, she  stands up, swaying slightly as though a wind is rocking her.

I motion to her  to come around to where the first body is, and as I kneel onto the  ground, staring at the knife in the man's back, she trails behind me and  slumps in the nearest chair. My eyes scan the ground around the man,  who I have quickly learned to shut out all thoughts about him. No need  to relive the memories.

His shirt is soaked in blood, the knife sticking precisely out of his back; a clean stab.

I shimmy around  him. The knife couldn't have just appeared, everyone knew already the  knife was in the pig when it was set onto the table. I look up at where  Mellissande is sitting, her head in her hands, and gaze at the untouched  pig. I sigh.

My face contorts  into a smile as I realize that no one in the room has superpowers, no  one could've been able to come from the end of the table, grab the knife  and kill this man in the time the lights were out. Which means... I count  the first four chairs at the long table... only four people could have  committed the crime.

"Melli, could  you come and have a look with me?" I say, trying to make my voice steady  and airy. She mumbles what I take to be a yes, and she slides off the  chair onto her knees. "I want you to look around the table and chairs  here to see if there are any scratch marks, or anything out of the  ordinary, okay?"

Nodding her  head, she turns around, gazing around the underside of the table and  floor. After more calculations, and when Mellissande returns to me,  looking solemn, I turn to her and whisper something to her.