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lChapter 15~ Super Sleuths

"He's dead!" I heard someone scream.

I couldn't hear anything above all the noise. People were screaming and yelling and some even crying. The whole crowd started bustling, all trying to get out the door at once.

I looked around for my friends and they were no where to be seen.

"Looking for someone, poppet?" Oliver asked me.

"Huh? Yeah, my friends. I don't know where they are." I replied.

"Let's check outside. They probably got ushered out with the croud." Oliver suggested.

"That's a good idea. Thanks." I turned around to follow the crowd, but never made it outside. For when I turned around, an arm went around my shoulder and pressed a damp cloth to my face. I tried to hold my breath and free myself from the captor, but he had a really firm grip.

Eventually I needed air so desperately, I took a big breath of whatever was on the cloth. I smelt something weird and was suddenly very unaware of anything.

My body went paralyzed as I fell to the floor in a heap.

All I could hear before I blacked out was Oliver laughing. Then saying, "Poppet, you look so pretty when your so helpless."

That Assho. . .

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When I finally came to, I was lying on the floor with my hands cuffed behind my back and duck tape over my mouth.

I looked around and saw my friends each in a corner. Then I noticed we were all in separate comers of the gym. In the middle was a familiar looking corpse.

Gilbert.

He didn't deserve that! From what I knew, he was a good person. Then as I observed some more, I noticed men standing all over the gym. Near me was an Italian man dressed in white and pink and he was wearing a fedora with sunglasses.

"Luci! Put down the butterknife!" He shouted

"You can't tell me what to do. And don't call me Luci, fancy bastard!" The other Italian replied, continuing to throw his knives at the wall behind the punch table.

"Stop fighting you two. One of our guests has awakened." I heard Oliver say. Shit, Oliver. That bastard.

"Wow. She's a babe." A tan man with red-ish hair and red eyes said walking over to me. He was holding a bat with nails pushed through it in his hands which made me extremely nervous.

"Allen! Don't be so crude!" Oliver scolded.

"Shit, my bad." Allen said sarcastically.

"Swear jar now!" Oliver demanded.

"Fuck your swear jar, Ollie!"

Then I heard a big gasp from Oliver.

"Everyone shut the fuck up. You're giving me a headache." The man that Brianna was dancing with said.

"Not you too, Matt. Have some class, people." Oliver pleaded.

"Umm... Excuse me? Yeah, still here. What's going on?" Amia asked, turning all their attention to her.

"Don't you wish you knew?" Allen replied.

"Yeah, kinda." I jumped in.

"Look who's talkin'." Allen said.

"Ok. We are here to play a game. There is no reason. We just want to." The italain with the butterknives replied.

Good god. A game? This usually results in all of us dying or one of us living. I swallowed.

"What game?" I asked.

A/n: Hello lovelies! Sorry for the ultra late update. The 2ps have arrived! I really have no idea where this is going so whatever happens is spontaneous and hopefully it will all tie together in the end. Goodnight and see you all later. Ciao!

~~~Sugar~~~