NOOO! Vixtion! Story-Clouded! Don't do it!!!

Also, I purchased a book of easy piano Hamilton songs! It's aweesome! 

Top!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eh, this is probably way longer than it needs to be. My imagination just started flying with Vixtion, and I'm too lazy to make cuts. 

DAY NINE, part three

Vixtion skipped to the poolside, pigtails swinging back and forth. She flopped down onto a white chair and opened Fruit Ninja. With a quick glance around to make sure her CBer wasn't watching, she sat up tossed the iPad up and down three times. She leaned back, giggling with delight. She started a game in Arcade Mode.

She hated being "careful." Whatever that was. She didn't fully understand that word, that cincept. All she knew was that it meant no throwing or tossing things like iPads (what did "things like iPads" even refer to? There was no pattern. Did it mean fun things? It couldn't; she could throw balls, and those were fun. Did it mean shiny things? It couldn't either; she could throw wet pebbles, and those were shiny. Vixtion had no earthly idea), no running (but it gets you places faster!), and staying near her CBer. (Clouded Leopard wasn't a warrior or anything, so what was the use in that?)

And stopping. A lot of stopping. Stop this, stop that. Vixtion didn't see the point of stopping. Why couldn't she just go, go, go?

"Careful" also had something to do with "safe," another fun-preventing word. Vixtion didn't get what that was either.

There was a lot Vixtion didn't understand, but she did know a whole lot about having fun. She was practically an expert at Fruit Ninja. Also, she was very good at getting away.

That's why Vixtion had forcefully asked to come here. Alone, away from silly CBers. She couldn't hang out with her CAPTCHA friends either, because they were all with their CBers.

Actually, maybe if their CBers weren't with them, she would still come here. It was hard to talk to them; they could barely speak. That was the tricky spot Vixtion was in: smarter than CAPTCHAs, less smart then AEs, or even AETCHAs/CAPTCHAEs.

Vixtion turned up the volume on her iPad, listening the joyous sounds of slicing virtual fruit.

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The girl named after the first wiman to win Nobel Prize tiptoed across the field behind the hotel as the long blades of soft grass tickled her ankle through the hole in her sock. 

She broke into a run.

There was a stitch in her side, pushing into her. But she kept running. She was on a mission she had to do quickly and quietly as possible, and she couldn't get caught.

She dashed through the grass, expecting the wind to be roaring in her ears, but it only blew faintly. Like the breath of a dying person, she thought. Poisoned by ice cream. Strangled by a scarf.

She had to keep running. She couldn't get caught...

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"Yes!" Vixtion cried, wildly slashing her finger across the screen with her rainbow blade. "Fruit Frenzy!"

When she finished that round, she went to the Dojo to decide on what blade she'd use next. Hmm, maybe the blue pixelated one...

The CAPTCHA heard something move towards the hotel from the field. She didn't pay it any mind. Probably a field mouse. Vixtio had never seen a field mouse, but she'd heard someone mention them. Field mice, she assumed, live in fields. Duh.

Something emerged from teh bushes.

'Oh, hi," Vixtion said. "Why're you here?"

Without warning, hands grabbed her chair and flipped it over. Vixtion screamed as loud as she could. What was happening?

Then she felt something cold and hard against her throat and slashed downwards.

Blade, Vixtion thought as the figure slipped away, and the world went dark.

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Everyone heard the scream. Nobody had gone to bed yet.

Vixtion, Clouded Leopard thought, panicked. She threw down her book and joined the crowd rushing down the stairs.

There were shouts of horror as the threw open the door to the open pool.

Vixtion.

"The killer slit her throat," someone whispered 

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh..." Danie said over and over again. 

Clouded Leopard was frozen. Nougat began to wail.

Then Bumblebuddy pointed and shouted, "There! There! It's getting away!" A shadow dashed around the cornner.

Half the crowd was too shocked to move, and half surged forward and chased after the person, including the Manager.

Bumblebuddy pursued with surprising strength, fueled by all her fury, hate, and heartbreak. It was too dark to see who she was chasing, but she could tell where the person was.

Faster and faster and faster...

Bumblebuddy lunged. The person fell. Bumblebuddy pinned them down with her knees, hard. The person shrieked in pain.

"Light!" Bumblebuddy called. Someone turned on their phone light...

Everyone had caught up by now. They gasped when they saw who it was. 

Long brown hair in a ponytail. Large eyes. A face that usually looked so nervous.

"I knew it," Bumblebuddy said, her voice cold and shaking with fury. "I hate you. You murdered Spirit-rain. I hate you!"

"It's Marie!" September gasped.

Bumblebuddy hands reached for Marie's throat. 

"Bumblebuddy! Don't touch her!" the Manager yelled. "Get off of her."

"But-"

"Get off!"

Bumblebuddy reluctantly climbed off of Marie. marie stood up, and the Manager held her arm.

"I-I-I didn't do it!" Marie cried, the blood draining from her face. "I didn't!"

"Liar," Bumblebuddy seethed. "She's evil. Lock her in a box and throw it into the sea!"

"We have no evidence that she is the killer," the Manager said.

"Are you crazy? She was running away from the place where Vixtion was murdered. How much more evidence can you get?" Cortana asked,

"I didn't kill her! I didn't!"

"Oh sure," Danie said sarcastically. "Let's see you aren't guilty, which you obviously are. What were you doing then, hmm?"

Marie gulped. She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

"Exactly!" 

"Into the sea!" Bumblebuddy screamed.

The Manager took a deep breath"Marie, we don't have evidence-"

"We do!"

"We don't have evidence as of right now. I can't technically imprison you, or put you in any locked room until thereis a formal investigation. But...so the others feel secure, we are going to put you away from everyone else, near me, and somewhere where there's a camera outside the door."

Marie was shaking as the Manager led her into the building. 

"May I accompany you?" Bumblebuddy asked.

Owlgirl sighed. It was be useless to argue. "Fine. But don't touch her. Everyone, get back to your rooms right now."

Continued...

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"I didn't do it, I didn't do it..." Marie kept saying. Bumbelbudy, surprisingly, had not said a word.

Owlgirl opened the door next to her office.

The room was tiny, and there were mops hanging on the walls."Y-you're putting me in a b-broom closet?" 

"It's all I have for you," the Manager said. She sounded sorry. "There's a light hanging on the wall, you can turn it on."

Marie stepped in.

The Manager said, "I'm leaving it unlocked. But if you set a foot outside the room, I'll know. I'll be watching the cameras."

"I need to tie my shoe," Bumblebuddy said, bending down.

"Okay," Owlgirl replied tiredly as she went downstairs to go turn on the cameras. The security room was there. 

As soon as Owlgirl got in the elevator going down, Bumblebuddy threw open the closet door and faced Marie.

"I know you murdered Spirit-rain. I know you murdered Tulip."

She slammed the door shut and locked it.

Click.

There was no way Maire could get out now...

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Or could she?

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!

It's not over yet, folks!

*evil writer cackle* 

We went from happy cookie baking to some intense emotions!

Oh, I almost forgot: RWFN Vixtion. Rest with Fruit Ninja. 

*gasps* MARIE???????

(before I finished the post, I looked up the first woman to win a Nobel prize...... Marie Curie. How could you.) 

DAY TEN, part one

Marie woke up with a start. She didn’t remember falling asleep. How long had she been out?

She pressed the light-up button on her waterproof watch. It was just past midnight. She looked up and groaned. She was still in a dank, dark, three-by-four closet. It wasn’t all just a bad dream. How she wished it was.

She had to escape.

Marie walked slowly towards what she thought was the wall and put her hand out, trying to feel for the lightbulb Owlgirl had mentioned. Sure enough, she felt a glass sphere-like object hanging from a wire. Now she just had to find the cord…

There it was. She gave it a pull. The light bulb turned on for about five seconds, then sputtered out.

“Oh come on,” she muttered. Now she’d have to use her watch light to see.

She held the button with her thumb and explored the wall. There was a mop and a bucket full of dirty water and two brooms, one of them with a broken tip. A dustpan, and several bottles of cleaning supplies.

Marie buried her face in her hands. Cleaning supplies. There was no way she could break out with cleaning supplies.

Even if she did have something to break to break out with, she had no idea what she’d be able to do. She had nowhere to go. Nowhere she could think of was safe.

Marie sunk to the floor. She was so angry at the hopelessness of the situation. Hopeless and impossible and useless and…

“Ow!” Marie yelped.  Something on the floor had poked her in the thigh. “What on earth?”

She pressed her watch light again and peered down at where she’d sat down. 

It was a small hole in a rusted drain covered by a grate with  thin metal bars. One of the broken bars was sticking up.

What a large and poorly constructed grate, Marie thought. Very large…large enough to fit through!

Determined, Marie grabbed a broom from the wall and drove the end into the grate. CRUNCH! Just as she'd hoped, it broke through, making another hole. Marie began furiously pounding the drain, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. She didn’t know why she was laughing; it just came out.

Soon the hole was open. Marie climbed inside and started crawling through the chute and suddenly recalled seeing a drain like this is in the girls’ bathroom upstairs. This chute would probably connect to there somehow.

Marie thought for a moment, then decided where she was heading next when she got out:

Hermione.

DAY TEN, part two

Marie had no problem finding Hermione's room. She remembered from the time she had been listening outside of the door to Hermione comforting September. It was room D9.

Marie opened the door slowly and quietly. Funny, Hermione was always talking about the Harry Potter posters she hung up around the doorway. Maybe she took them down.

"Hermione?" she called. "Hermione, please, I just want to talk."

She received no reply. Then she remembered it was past midnight. Hermione was probably asleep, so Marie had to go wake her up.

Marie made her way out of the doorway and turned to the left.

"Hermione...?"

Hermione's bed was empty, but it looked slept in. Marie noticed that it had orange sheets, not blue as Hermione had described. Maybe she changed those too. Marie turned her head to the right, and it was like an electric shock went through her. She was frozen to the spot.

September was leaning, limp, against the window, eyes closed, bleeding so profusely Marie couldn't tell where she'd been hurt. Next to September there was a large hole in the window, and shards of glass littered the floor. In that moment, Marie also realized with a thud that this was not Hermione's room.

There was a creak from behind Marie. Before she knew what was happening, someone jumped out from the bathroom and grabbed her arm.

Marie went as pale as a ghost. "You," Marie whispered. "I thought so."

The killer laughed mirthlessly.  "You were so easy to frame. Too curious for your own good. Did you really think you could catch me? And stupid enough to get caught in the wrong place"

Marie struggled desperately, but the killer's hold was too tight. "I'll scream," Marie said. "I'll scream out your name, and they'll come for you. They'll know who you are.

"You will not make a sound," the killer said. It drew a stained knife from its pocket and held it to Marie's throat. "Or I'll kill you."

Marie spoke again, trying not to move her lips too much, for fear that the knife would start to cut her. "You'll kill me anyway. I might as well expose you."

"No, I don't think I'm going to kill you." Marie watched as the killer lowered its knife and brought behind it.

"What?"

"If you don't make a sound, if you cooperate, I'll spare your life. I'll kidnap you instead. For ransom. I want money. That's all I've ever wanted."

"Really. Then why would you kill all those people if all you wanted was money?"

"I offered each and every one of them the chance to cooperate. They all refused. So I couldn't let them live. If you accept, if you agree not to make a sound, you will be the first to survive."

Marie didn't want to die. She couldn't be some book hero, bravely sacrifising herself for doing what's right. She just couldn't. She wasn't brave enough. She had to live. "Okay," she breathed. "I won't make noise."

The killer smiled. "Oh Marie...the thing about truth...you don't have to say it if you cross your fingers."

Marie opened her mouth to scream, but the killer was faster. It brought the knife out from behind its back and stabbed.

Marie dropped to the floor. "Money," the killer scoffed. "She really believed I would spare her life for money. She really thought this was all about money. Ha! Innocents are so easy to take advantage of." 

Then the killer got to work. It dragged Marie's body in front of September's. The killer took its own knife and laid the edge of the handle in Marie's hand.

The killer took the biggest piece of glass it could find and pressed it lightly into September's hand, not hard enough to break her skin, but leave a thin red mark. Then it took that hand and placed it on the windowsill. It removed the glass from September's hand and set it down a few inches away from her fingertips.

The killer stood back to admire its work. Perfect.

It took a deep breath and screamed.

Then the killer squeezed through the whole in the window and jumped into the bushes below.

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R.I.G. September. Rest in Glass.

R.N.S. Marie. Rest Near September.

So what do you guys think if that plot twist?