Madhouse

[Chapter 10]

"Th-this is a dream right?" Haru sobbed, tears pooling down his face. 

"I'm sorry." Thatcher lightly repeated.

"Who did this?!" Haru wailed.

"I don't know.." Thatcher murmured, giving him some personal space. "But we need to get out of here."

"What about Ricky?" Haru sniffled.

"I hate to say it.. but he's gone." Thatcher whispered. "We should leave, and get the cops." He added, making his way to the door.

"O-okay, just give me a moment." Haru nodded, as he crawled over to Ricky's dead corpse, sniffling. Thatcher dipped his head sympathetically, leaving the bathroom.

Thatcher trailed over to Sienna, who held a sick expression from looking at the body. "Hey, where's Natsuki and Jenny?" He asked, glancing around. "They went out." She nodded to the door. "They all saw it. I can't believe this is happening.." Sienna whispered, looking away with fear.

"Me too." Thatcher nodded agreement.

"I feel bad for the kid- Laney. She had to see that." Sienna murmured.

"All that matters is escaping this hell-hole." Thatcher muttered, analyzing the room with suspicion. With Ricky's unexpected death- Thatcher grew uneasy. Anything could happen at any moment..

Haru slipped out the bathroom, wiping a tear from his cheek. "Let's get out of here." He whispered.

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Everyone made their way to the dining room, shuffling along the side of the walls, as everyone seemed uneasy of the death of Ricky. While people started up loose conversations, Thatcher and Jaxon attempted to kick open the door to the house, but they found themselves unsuccessful. 

"It's locked." Thatcher muttered, kicking it once more, before backing away.

"What do you mean it's locked?" Jaxon huffed, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not repeating myself, mate." Thatcher hissed, narrowing his eyes. 

"Well, how are we supposed to-" 

"Does it look like I know?" Thatcher scoffed, turning away.

The announcer's voice swept the area. "The murder mystery game has started. One of you is the murderer. Good luck, and have fun..~" Their voices creaked, then came to a stop. Everyone exchanged accusing glances, whispering their thoughts to someone nearby.

"One of us is the murderer?" Nolan frowned, shuffling closer to Laney, as Jaxon approached them. "What's that supposed to mean?" He murmured aloud, as ripples of agreement filled the room. "None of us are actually stupid to kill someone."

"Or maybe they are." Maggie piped up, her eyes narrowing to slits, as she eyed Haru with.

"Or maybe you are." He spat back.

"Oh, why're you accusing me now?" Maggie frowned, folding her arms, as tension grew into the room.

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe because you hate Ricky's guts." Haru snapped, eyes widening with rage.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Hazel questioned, walking to Maggie's side.

"Oh, you don't know?" Haru smirked. "Shut-up, Haru!"

"Ricky and Maggie were once together." He started, frowning. Maggie gritted her teeth, sobbing, as she exited the room. Haru rolled his eyes.

"They were together, until Ricky cheated on her." Haru continued, as Hazel's gaze pricked with interest. "He cheated on her with the most popular girl at school. I swore Maggie nearly pushed him off the rooftop. Luckily he's alright, he didn't fall. But he changed." Haru added, looking away.

"How?" Hazel murmured, letting her curiosity get the best of her.

Why did Ricky cheat on Maggie?

Did Maggie actually kill Ricky?