OHMYGOSH!!! COULD I BE THE MURDERER?????

I privatly suspect Bumblebuddy...... don't ask me why. 

@Cloud: Sorry I'm inconsistent with what I call you in the story. I've called you Clouded Leopard, Cloud, CL...I'll stick to the first too. CL doesn't quite fit, though I just realized that if you say it fast, it sounds like "Seal" which I find highly amusing.

DAY FOURTEEN, part two 

It's not over till it's over.

That was what Shadowmoon was thinking as she stepped inside her suite and double-checked her door was locked. 

The other vacationers had dispersed throughout the island, so relieved and joyful that they forgot to be careful. The fact that the killer was still amongst them  was pushed to the back of their minds. All the could focus on was: We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving...

But as happy as Shadowmoon was, she refused to let that happiness make her do foolish things, or make it easier for the killer to harm her.

She'd offered for Clouded Leopard and Hermione to join  her in her locked room--the two girls had become her closest friends here, perhaps because they were the only other Hamilfans left.

Clouded Leopard had immediately but politely declined; she wanted to ride the huge ferris wheel "one last tiiiiiime." 

Hermione had actually agreed. As she and Cloud walked upstairs, they decoded they wanted to watch Brain Games, which was Hermione's favorite show.

"I simply adore puzzles, riddles, and brain tricks. The show has loads of them," she had said.

But then Teacup started whining that she wanted to go play with Luna on the field again.

Hermione hesitated, then gave an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry, but Teacup really wants to go, and I don't want to leave her out there to fend for herself."

"No, no, I understand," Shadowmoon replied quickly. "Luna has such fun with Teacup."

So Hermione turned around.

Now Shadowmoon was by herself. She didn't feel like watching Brain Games anymore. It was more fun to watch it with Hermione. 

"I'll just read a book," Shadowmoon told herself. She selected one from her portable library, sat down on the big, comfy red chair, and got lost in the world of Wings of Fire.

She was so caught up in fact, she didn't hear the strange clicking noises coming from the door, nor the gentle creak as it opened then closed.

But she did hear when someone said in a low voice, "Don't. Move. Or make a sound." 

The book fell to the floor, and for once Shadowmoon didn't worry about the spine being damaged. She could only think about the killer before her, holding a gun to her face.

"You," she breathed.

The killer glared and pushed the weapon closer. "I said don't talk. You have no idea how annoying it gets every time." It put its hand to its mouth in mock shock. "It's you!" it mimicked, then rolled her eyes. "Get over it already."

Shadowmoon gulped and eyed the door, wondering how the killer had managed to get it open.

They picked the lock, dummy, she told herself, but it was still difficult and terrifying to grasp that nowhere was safe. Not even in a locked room. Not even on the verge of freedom. 

"You're going to kill me now, aren't you?" she whispered.

"You sound just like another girl who faced me," the killer said. "I'll ask her to tell you about it one time. Oh wait, she's dead. Too bad. No, I won't kill you right now, though of course this weapon is capable of taking you out right there, if I change my mind."

"You won't kill me? Well that's a lie."

Yes, it is, but only half of it, and not the half you expect, the killer thought. It really wasn't going to kill Shadowmoon at that moment. Not that it could anyway--the killer was holding a mere tranquilizer. The killer couldn't afford for Shadowmoon to be dead.

But Shadowmoon didn't need to know that. The "gun" was leverage.

Still training it on Shadowmoon's terrified face, the killer rummaged through a bag slung across its shoulder. Shadowmoon hadn't noticed it before.

The killer pulled out a long rope. "I am going to tie your wrists," the killer said coldly. "You're coming with me. You will do exactly as I say, or you know what I can do."

She was being kidnapped?

Shadowmoon nodded and held her wrists out, trying to keep her face as scared, stunned, and unfocused as possible, which wasn't very hard, since she did feel like curling up on the floor and crying. 

But just as she'd been able to keep her logic and wits with her when everyone else was carefree, Shadowmoon forced herself to go into survival mode in this life-threatening situation.

"W-where are you taking me?" she stammered. She never stammered, not even when she was scared, but she figured stammering might loosen the killer's guard. Maybe it would reveal the location to which they were going.

"The Cliffs," the killer said vaguely, and looped the thin but sturdy rope around her wrists. "Now shut it."

The Cliffs. Shadowmoon's mind was racing. The Manager had never told them about any cliffs. But they had to be somewhere on this island. She just had to figure out where.

Shadowmoon quickly did a walkthrough in her mind of each spot in the island. Beach, amusement, park, field forest...nothing remotely cliff-like. Gift shop, landing pad, restaurant. Relaxation area, slides... 

Slides. Something tugged at her memory. There was something about that area that was different. Shadowmoon closed her eyes, and brought back the memory of walking up the stairs to Aquatica with Clouded Leopard, who was carrying the bright green double inner tube. Shadowmoon remembered feeling relieved to  be in the shade, because her bare feet wouldn't burn on the asphalt...

Wait a second. Why would the slide be in shade? It didn't have a covering of any sort.

And suddenly Shadowmoon remembered: a wall of rock.

Mind still racing, she asked the killer, "Please may I wr-write a n-note saying goodbye? I w-won't reveal anything. You can w-watch me."

The killer narrowed its eyes as they though over the idea. Doesn't seem like it wouldn't harm anything.

"Fine," the killer snapped. "But make it fast." 

Shadowmoon took a sheet of paper from her nightstand. She started to write, but since her wrists were bound, it was somewhat messy.

"Stop. That's enough. Sign your name," the killer told her.

"But I'm not d--"

"Don't. Argue!"

What could she do now? Shadowmoon slowly wrote her name.

The killer frowned and put its finger to the bottom of the paper. "What is that?"

"M-my...symbol."

The killer grunted then gave Shadowmoon gave her a harsh shove, pressing the weapon to her back. "Don't try anything."

"Um, the door's not this way."

"We're going out the window. You first. Hopefully you'll land in the bushes instead of the heard ground that'll bust your head."

The killer slid the window open, and Shadowmoon took a deep breath.

And jumped.

**********

That's all for today. 

*deep breaths* *deep breaths* 

I FEEL THE ADRENLINE COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS!!!! IT'S LIKE I'M BEING KIDNAPPED!

Ok, sorry. KEEP GOING!!! I MIGHT EXPLODE!!!!!