Murder Mystery 2018

Chapter eleven : Ending one

Written by Beth

"Why are you doing this?!" Lemon screamed at his attacker, fear eminent in his voice. "We've been nothing but nice to you and this is how you repay us? You disgust me."

"If I disgust you, this should be icing on the cake," his attacker sneered as they wielded a fillet knife in their hands. "I am so glad I brought my knife with me. Makes things so much easier, wouldn't you agree?"

The knife wielder advanced toward the cowering fruit, making sure to take their time - they wanted him to fear them. His eyes get wider the closer they get to him, anticipating the moment they are going to strike.

"Lemon did the trap-" Sam rushed into the room and stopped cold at the sight of Lemon tied to the bed with a faceless person hovering over him - knife raised high. "Lemon!" Sam exclaimed. 

"I'll save you!" Sam jumped onto the back of the killer and struggled to bring them down.

During the exchange, Sam, however, was able to knock down the hood from their sweatshirt and get a better look at the murderer. Surprised by who it was, Sam lets go of the person's neck and falls with a 'thump' to the carpeted floor below. She blinked a few times, confusion fading away from her face.

"Wha-? I figured it was you, but didn't want to believe it for myself," Sam said. "Now that I see it is, in fact, you I have a question: why. Why do this to us?" Sam was now tied to the only other piece of furniture that was in the room, a wooden chair, and struggled against the tight ropes rubbing up against her skin.

"I've already tried asking her that several times and she won't crack," Lemon piped up, from his permanent position on the bed. "It's no use."

"Well done, my pet, well done," Beth walked out of the shadows, doing a slow clap. "It's not that I didn't want to tell you, I did want to, but I was waiting for our dear friend Sam to show up wondering if your precious little 'trap' worked," she walked over to the Lemon's bed and ran her knife down his cheek, blade side up. "Tsk, tsk. You should know better than to talk out in the open where others might hear you. You never know what one would do with such information."

She turned back to Sam and moved the positioning of her chair, to get a better view of what was yet to come. As if she anticipated the future events, Sam whimpered at the unobstructed view she now had.

"Are you guys ready for what's about to transpire?" Beth asked the reminding two staff members, getting no responses in return. "Wonderful! Let's get started, shall we?"

Once again, she placed the cool metal of the knife against Lemon's cheek and pressed into the pureness that was his flesh. He writhed in agony at the pain, he screams muffled by a cloth on his mouth.

"I offered y'all a fun game to play in the car, but did you want to play. No. Y'all wanted keep fighting instead. Don't get me wrong, that was fine with me, gave me an excuse to kill you off one by one, but when y'all kept disregarding what I had to say - that was the last time I let you guys walk all over me," Beth pulled the cut skin away from his skull and hold it up to the light. 

"Beautiful, isn't it? Something about the way light reflects through the epidermis is breathtaking to me."

She walked the short distance, skin piece in hand, to Sam and forced open the girls mouth. The brown haired girl struggled underneath her grip, knowing what's coming next. However, Sam struggling doesn't sway Beth in the slightest - if anything, it made her more excited.

"The less you struggle, the worse it'll be," Beth reasoned with her, hoping to calm her down.

Sam gagged and choked as she worked to swallow Lemon's skin. She hated the fact that she was eating her friend, but didn't want to wonder what would happen if she refused to.

"You're sick!" Lemon, after removing the gag from his mouth. "You know that right?!"

"Of course," Beth grinned as she walked over to her dad. "It's the best feeling in the world," she bends down, inches away from Lemon, and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, father, that I couldn't be who you wanted me to be," a tear escaped her eye and landed on Lemons cheek.

She pressed the knife into his abdomen and twisted it around, blood gushing everywhere,"I love you."

"It's okay. I forgive you." He responded with his last breath.

Beth choked back a sob and then lunged at Sam, intent on stabbing her in the head.

"You're a leader! You could have stopped them, but you didn't! You didn't do shit!" she yelled at the incapacitated girl, stabbing at everything she could reach.

Sam didn't get a chance to fight back, seeing as she couldn't, but also because she didn't want to. She felt as if she got what she deserved.