Clue [Sanders Sides AU]

Chapter Seven - An Anxious Ending

"In the dark, the murderer ran across the hall, to the study," Thomas rushed out the words, "Picked up the rope and the lead pipe," he ran to the billiard room door, "Ran to the billiard room," Thomas spun around, hands outstretched, "Strangled Remy," he wrapped his hands around Snake's throat just as Brain had ducked out of the way so he wouldn't be the punching bag for the umpteenth time that night.

Snake made false choking noises as he was slowly lowered to the ground.

"Ran to the library," Thomas turned, and, once again, Brain dodged out of the way so he wouldn't be the punching bag, "Hit the cop on the head with the lead pipe," Thomas pretended to hit Heart in the head, pushing him down onto the floor.

Princey watched the scene being acted out before him with an intense gaze.

"Then, coming out of the library, the doorbell rang," Thomas continued on, frantically, "It was the singing telegram. The murderer picked up the gun where Remy dropped it," he ran over to the door, where Anxious and Princey stood, "Ran to the door, opened it," he turned, pointing a finger gun at Princey, "Recognized the girl from her photograph, shot her, and then ran back to the cellar," he took hold of Anxious' hand and dragged him over to the cellar.

"The cellar?" everyone questioned in unison.

"Yes," Thomas declared.

"But Colonel Heart wasn't in the cellar," Anxious stated bitterly, pulling his hand from Thomas' grasp.

"No..." Thomas looked at him, "But you were."

Anxious glared at Thomas, "So?"

"You murdered them," Thomas stated, "You were the person who was missing when the cook and Joan were murdered."

Snake and Heart stood up from the floor, staring at Anxious with noticeable surprise. Out of everyone who could have been the murderer, he was not one that they would have expected.

"And the cook used to be your cook," he continued, "Don't you remember your fatal mistake?"

Anxious didn't respond, his face unreadable.

"You told us at dinner that we were eating one of your favorite recipes, and monkey's brain's, though popular in Cantonese cuisine, are not often to be found in Washington, D.C."

"Is that what we ate?" Brain gagged, steadying himself with Thomas' shoulder before shuffling to the bathroom.

"Why would I have murdered all the others?" Anxious lazily asked.

"Obviously in case Joan had told them about you," Thomas replied.

Demented stepped towards the pair, "So, it was all nothing to do with the disappearing nuclear physicist and Colonel Heart's work on the new fusion bomb?" he asked.

"No," Thomas laughed lightly, "Communism was just a red herring," he explained, "Mr. Anxious did it all."

"There's no proof," Anxious's voice held a hint of exhaustion to it.

"Well..." Thomas took a deep breath, "The gun is missing," he noted, "Gentlemen, turn out your pockets," he ordered, "Whoever has the gun is the murderer."

"Very well," Anxious muttered, taking out the revolver from his pocket and pointing it at Thomas.

Demented's eyes widened, taking a step back. A stunned silence filled the room. Again, out of everyone who could have possibly committed all of these murders, Anxious was not someone any of them expected. In fact, half of them would have expected Demented or Thomas to be the killer, not this skittish mess of a man, who, has shown time and time again, how accident prone he could be.