Clue [Sanders Sides AU]

Chapter Three - Bodies in the Study

There was a long moment of silence.

"The cook!" everyone exclaimed in unison.

Everyone quickly rushed down the hall, to the kitchen, pausing just at the entrance. They all carefully looked around the room, curious as to where Camden could be.

Brain slowly walked through the kitchen, gaze searching for where the cook could have possibly gone. He stopped right beside the meat freezer, turning and pushing up his glasses, "Well, he's not here," he quietly stated, shoving his hands in his pockets.

The freezer door creaked open, and a girlish scream escaped Princey's mouth.

Ah, so that's who screamed earlier when the lights turned off, several people thought.

Brain was quick to catch Camden as he fell out of the freezer, his body limp in Brain's arms, "I didn't do it," he shouted defensively, feeling himself slowly sinking to the ground the longer he held Camden in his arms, "Somebody help me, please," he pleaded, "Somebody help me, please," he repeated, slowly sinking further onto the ground, until he finally dropped the cook.

Princey rushed over to him, followed by Heart, helping shift the body off of Brain, so the three of them could get a better look at what they were dealing with.

Camden had a dagger stabbed through his back. Heart nearly made a move to touch it, but Brain quickly stopped him, "Don't touch it, it's evidence," he swatted Hearts hand away from the dagger.

"Oh, not for us," Snake spoke up, having joined the other three on the ground to examine the corpse, "We have to find out who did this. We can't take fingerprints!"

Heart stood up, turning to face Thomas, "I think you'd better explain yourself Thomas."

"Me? Why me?"

"Who would want to kill the cook?" Brain questioned aloud.

"Dinner wasn't that bad," Princey piped up from the floor.

"How can you make jokes at a time like this?" Heart snapped, shooting a glare at the well dressed man.

"It's my defense mechanism," he replied sternly, standing up and placing his hands on his hips.

"Some defense!" Heart couldn't believe the audacity, "If I was the killer, I would kill you next."

"Oh?" Princey mused.

The comment Heart made immediately gained the attention of the other guests, each of them eyeing him suspiciously.

"I said 'if,'" Heart emphasized, nervously fiddling with his sleeves as he shifted his gaze between the other's, "'If.'"

Their gazes didn't falter.

"Hey, come on!" he backpedaled, "There is only one admitted killer here and it is certainly not me," he turned his focus to Snake, "It is him!"

Snake rose from his position on the ground, "I've admitted nothing," he slowly backed away as Heart approached him, practically backing him into a corner.

"Well, you paid the blackmail," Heart countered, "How many wives have you had?"

"Mine or other men's?"

"Yours."

"Five."

"Five?"

"Yes, just five," Snake stated, "Wives should be like Kleenex. Soft, strong and disposable."

"You lure women to their deaths like a spider with flies," Heart declared.

"Flies are where women are most vulnerable!"