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

In Memoriam: Males

One: Jamie Webber

Even though I  never really had any memories of those targeted by the killer, I still  feel inclined to attend the memorial the others have decided to hold.  Even if I had spent time with my fellow party-goers, alcohol has  obliterated most of the memories of the night. Even now, as I attempt to  stand straight and pay my respects, the candle-light is torturing my  hangover.

I don't even  remember half of the dead. At the most, I remember three of the people  in front of me. Some caring person has arranged the dead bodies  artistically, laying a blanket over them so you can see only their face  and not their wounds. In the candle-light and their eyes brushed shut,  they could almost be asleep.

Essie Valentino  lies closest to me, her pixie cut smoothed down and her unseeing eyes  closed forever. I remember when she first walked into the building,  instantly making a stir because she was different. No one wanted to seem  as if they singled her out simply because she was blind, but a  difference was all the excitement they had at that stage of the party.  Now, it was like a badly organised game of Cluedo.

When Essie first  walked in, I hadn't made my way over too her with any great speed. I  knew there was something different about her, but I couldn't quite work  it out until the whispers and rumours began to spread. I was mostly  preoccupied with the alcohol I had found, but I decided to make the  effort to make my way over and introduce myself.

Essie seemed to  avoid me from the first greeting. I don't know whether she just didn't  like the sound of my voice, or she could smell the alcohol and chose to  avoid me. She'd made an excuse quite quickly, going away to talk to  someone who wasn't slurring their words and pouring wine down their  throat.

To pay my  respects to her, I decided to leave my near-empty glass of wine on the  coffee table in a different room. It didn't seem right to say goodbye to  her with a glass of the liquid that drove her away from me in the first  place. Still, I miss my comfy chair, my glass of alcohol and the smell  from three or four empty bottles of wine. It smells almost like home.

Seth lies next to her,  looking more peaceful in death than he ever did in life. Seth almost  scared me when he was alive; he felt so secretive, yet so honest and  friendly. Despite his honesty, I couldn't trust him. He was one of the  only ones to come over to me, joining me at the edge of the room with  two glasses of wine in an attempt to befriend me. We sat talking and  sipping for a while, almost becoming friends. He brought more and more  wine, leaving me in a drunken haze when he gave me a handshake and went  to talk to someone who wasn't as quite intoxicated. I blame him for  getting me drunk, but I will admit to carrying on drinking.

Plus, when Seth had  gone, I'd found my wallet missing. I never lose things, not even when  I've downed a bottle of wine entirely to myself. I always had a nasty  feeling that Seth had gotten me drunk deliberately to steal it, assuming  that my history suggests I actually have money to carry around with me.  Except, Seth can't have been as sneaky as I feared. He was one of the  first victims of the killer.

I turn to walk out the  room, but a final corpse awaits my thoughts. Lucy McGreggor loved her  cats, something that was made obvious whenever you had a conversation  with her. She never ate anything with meat during the entire party, and  everyone seemed to hang around with her simply because she was a famous  news reporter. I found myself in a group with her, attempting to act  like everyone else even I had no idea who she was. I never watch the  news, preferring to stick with cricket or just sports channels if there  was literally nothing else on.

I embarrassed myself in  front of Lucy, subconsciously trying to impress her. I'd slightly fallen  for her young looks and cheery blonde hair, and the alcohol had kicked  in and decided to make me talk about hopefully relevant news stories in  an attempt to seem smart. Quick tip - never talk to someone about a  subject they know back to front. It's not impressive, it's plain stupid  when you get every single fact wrong.