Murder and Mayhem

[Roland Gilliad]

*He didnt like seeing people dead...not usually anyway..*

*James had his own rap sheet from about six years back...ran into some nasty business with an L.A Streetgang...apparently some punks down south didnt know the meaning of quit...they thought he had given their reputation a bad rap by making some of the east side gangs look tougher, and decided he didnt deserve to live, it was a fucking media Disaster.....and one of the worst police shootouts ever, though he had taken part being a part time undercover cop at the time....He spat into the trash, he had been glad to see the fucks go down.....He wiped his mouth and tossed away the martini glass so it shattered in the trash, THis was screwy, he wanted to leave and head home...but he stayed.......why he had no clue but he decided to stick around, he wanted to know whatever this Reporter chick found out so he could get the story......Newspapers were good but you couldnt get rich from writing storys that no one serious would give a damn about....Make it into a Graphic Novel and add a Well known name to the mix and you were talking Solid Bookstore Gold....Whoever this was would do good to get on his side, if she knew what Royaltys ment...he tossed his hair back and licked his lips, maybe he would get a good meal out of all of this.. or a novel..*

 

[Ravenloft]

Robert Summers:

Before he knew it Robert was out on the dance floor with Lucinda. He was still chuckling over her small pout at losing the chance to interveiw Michelle. It was a pleasant surprise, having her up against him like she was, she was nothing like the gangly school paper nerd she had been. She was HOT plain and simple, and, well, he got the vibe that she didn't mind his ripply muscled arms around her.

 

[Moneytalks]

Lucinda Li...

Lucinda couldn't figure out what her problem was. In all her years of reporting, not ONCE had she been distracted by a man. Now she had to remind herself constantly of the job at hand. Damn, but Robert's arms felt good around her.

She glanced over his shoulder and saw Frank and Kara. There were several couples between them and her and she could already see she wasn't going to overhear anything from where they were.

She leaned back slightly to look up into Robert's eyes. "This is useless... I'll never get any information this way..." she tried to look over his shoulder again but he swung her around so that the couple were behind her. She tried to look over her shoulder but Robert just chuckled drawing her attention back to him.

"What is so funny?" She scowled up at him.
"Can't you just enjoy a dance?" He replied.
"I can have fun just as much as the next person!" She snapped back.
He just looked down at her with a raised eye brow of disbelief.

She suddenly realised how that must of sounded and unwilling, a smiled crossed her face. She looked down to stiffle a giggle.

"Do I really come across so straight?" She wondered out loud. She looked over his shoulder and this time saw someone that caught her attention. The face disappeared into the crowd before she could get a good look, but... something familiar... from way back in her mind vaguely... her attention was brought back to the present and the man dancing with her. His arms tightened pulling her close. She was starting to feel giddy and she wasn't sure she liked the feeling.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Catherine, "cat", Garcias

Gently kissing Rocky on the top of his head, I thanked him for the dance.

"You are an excellent dancer Rocky. The best, in fact, I have ever danced with. I thank you for this dance. I hope you will save at least one more for me. "

I bowed my head towards him as he blushed.
I smiled and winked at him.


I looked around the room. It was like Love Connection and it was making me sick to my stomach.

Suddenly I felt like myself again. Confident. Not gangly, nor a pushover. Powerful.

Fine. A little unknown tidbit no one knew about me. I had taken a job as a stripper. It was six years ago....and I did that for two years. Right after I blossomed...into what you would call a butterfly.

When the music changed, to a fast upbeat tempo, I smiled. Fine, Frank wanted to play games with me. I would play games with him.

In fact, I would play head games with everyone. If only they knew what sort of head games ...they would probably want to prepare themselves.


I tapped Frank lightly on the shoulder. He turned around. A sly smile came to my lips. A bit unbecoming of my former character.

I looked to Kara, "I hope you will excuse me. May I cut in?"

My fingertips were lazily grazing at the base of his skull. Gently putting my lips to his ear, my body pressed against his back, only for a few brief moments. "Don't break my heart again Frank. I'm a big girl now."

I whirled around to face him, my eyebrows raised in a sort of warning...or was it warning? It could have been in playfullness.

My body moved, my hips swaying to the beat. My blood rushing with an odd familiarness to melding my body with the music.

Maybe a bit too seductive. But...who was I kidding, no one, especially not Frank, would love me. Ever. Too bad.

Just too bad.

Maybe, I would just enjoy myself. Maybe, a bit too much.

I lazily wrapped my arms around Frank's neck. My body grinding to the music. I definately was "Cat", entertainer....I could feel it coursing through my blood, as if it was yesterday.

Frank began to speak. I cut him off. "You know Frank, you can't just toy with woman like you do. You always have been a charmer. Always. But you ever think, that some day...some...how...someone, would want....revenge?"

The last word brought a smile to my lips.

I began to take his mind off my last statement, I pulled him close, "A lot has changed hasn't it? Just be very careful. "

He looked stunned. I had a way with words, and suddenly my confidence seemed to soar, moments before....

"Frank....do you remember....the last night....in the back of your car?" I had my lips next to his ear.

My fingers lazily grazed across his collar. My eyes suddenly softening to the vulnerable person who stood before him before, shattered glass in hand.

My lower lip trembled, I shouldn't have been so .....blunt....so....I shouldn't have brought my work and my stress from work here. I shouldn't even be here. I was acting like a selfish brat.

 

[Rockingham]

After dancing, Rocky decided to hug a few more people. Just like he suspected, he didn't know many of them, but they seemed to remember him just fine. The gymnasium felt hot and sullen all of a sudden, he needed to get out.
Rocky walked off to the corridor, going to many different classrooms. One showed particular interest. It was the old principal's office. With some interest Rocky opened the door. The view before him was horrible, blood everywhere, and someone lay dead. He kneeled before her, pushing her gently.
"Be alive, please, be alive."
She felt cold to his touch. In an instant he stood up, running from the place. He wanted to go run, and tell everyone, but something hit him first. 911. He had to call the police.
Running into the first classroom he could find, Rocky picked up a phone.
He dialled 911. At that point, he heard the door behind him shut. Shut? He looked back.....
"Oh my God."
The door clicked shut.


(holding piece of meat in a classic doggie fashion, "Here killer, here killer killer killer, come and get it"

 

[poohlive]

For the first time in this party, Frank finally felt self conscience of himself. Catherine danced in front of him, he almost felt like he was getting a lap dance. Not that he didn't like it mind you, but he knew this wasn't the place, or the time for it.
The words hit him, hard. At first he thought she was playing a game, but those last few sentences said something more. Was she threatening him, did she know something? He thought maybe she did, something after all these years. It would take much for a conviction.
Frank grabbed Catherine by the arm, a little stronger than he had intentioned. His smile was fake, but he still used it as he walked towards the bar.
His voice was as cold as steel, "I don't know what kind of game your trying to play, but it has to stop now. You may not have known it, but a lot of people are watching me tonight, more than I'd care to mention. Listen, I have something I want to tell you. Something I've kept secret for a long time now. I can't tell you here though."
Searching through his pockets he found a pen and paper, "This is my hotel and room number. Right now it's 8 o clock. Meet me there by ten thirty, all right?"
He looked into her eyes, hoping she would agree.
"I need to go to the bathroom, meet me there, please."
With that said, he left.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Catherine, "Cat" , Garcias

I looked at him. Dead serious. I tugged my dress up a bit. "I will meet you. "

He began to walk away, "And Frank," I whispered.

"Don't toy with me. I am serious. "

I said the last part, hurt.

I decided that for the next while I was going to introduce myself to my classmates.

I walked away from Frank, and he away from me.

 

[Lady_Siren]

During the dance Kara was loss in Frank's embrace. Everything seemed perfect. But then the dance was over and Cat was cutting in. Kara frowned as she watched Cat pretty much give Frank a lap dance. This wasn't right she thought to herself. Not being able to watch she decided to visit someone else. Noticing April by the buffet she hurried over to say hello.

 

[MissTaken]

April

April was busy tidying up the buffet when to her surprise, she noticed someone coming her way. She tried to look to busy and hoped they would pass.

That was not to be the case.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Cat

Folding up the piece of paper, I stuck it in my bra. I probably shouldn't have butted in like that, but it has become sort of my way to take what I want.

It seemed right after so many years of torture, and people constantly taking from me.

I walked over to the bar. Then decided against it when I saw Kara head that way.

I don't know where Rocky went, so I didn't even think of it.

It looked as though people paired off...I didn't want to interrupt.

I walked down the hallway. Hearing a noise, a muffled scream, a crash. Suddenly silence.

My eyes widened as I saw blood splatter on the inside of a nearby door.

My eyes widened. Oh Fuck NO.

If...

I stared, suddenly a hand wipped away the blood. I saw two eyes stair back at me....hazy red due to the bloody carnal residue.

I darted.....out the door at the end of the hallway.

I ran....I got to my limo. I shoved the piece of paper at Edward,
"DRIVE."

 

[Xander]

Angus MacTaggert

Waving Michelle to follow him to the bar. When he got there he looked down at the disgusting looking pink punch, looked briefly up at Michelle then shook his head.

"No way I am drinking that shit!"

He moved over to the bartender.

"What does a guy have to do to get a brewsy around here??"

Angus turned towards Michelle.

"And whats your poison Michelle??"

While waiting for an answer Angus shook a cigarette out of the package, and flipped open his zippo.

 

[Ravenloft]

Robert Summers:

"I hope you're straight, dissapoint a hell of alot of men if you weren't..." Robert joked in reply to her vocalized thought, his hands drawing her ever closer. He leaned in to speak in her ear. "Cause you really are gorgeous" He pulled back and flashed her yet another hollywood smile, his eye twinkling.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Cat

"Faster, Edward, I am telling you , forget the fucking speedlimit!"
I screamed to him, urging the damned limo driver to forget about being a saint of the road and blemish his perfect driving record.

I was shaking, No courtroom could prepare anyone for the shock of actually seeing what I saw.

You would think New York's greatest homicide lawyer would be numbed to the gruesome, the morbid, the extremely disguisting.

After all, I did try some of the world's worst cases, including the mass murder in Houston. The photos, the images, the disturbing descriptions.

I still shook. My eyes filled with tears.

The limo pulled up, slowly, the driver patiently handed me the piece of paper. A regal hotel stood in front of me, as I hurried into the plush lobby.

My eyes were wild, my hair in a long frenzy of raven strands.

I literally looked like a mad woman.

I slapped the piece of paper down on the marble counter as the snobby receptionist gave me a look as though she were superior.

"Where is this room?" I pointed a neatly manicured finger at the paper.

"Ma'am, we cannot allow you to go to that room without proper authorization from the occupant."

I smiled fakely, "FINE."

I grabbed the piece of paper, and hurried to the elevator.

The screaming lady was informing me what trouble I would be getting myself into if I continued to enter the elevator.

I smiled wickedly at her. The elevator closing, the world would be a better place without people like her.

I found the room. I stood infront of the looming door. Breathing in, I couldn't stop the shaking, I knocked.

 

[poohlive]

Frank stepped from the front doors, heading right for the middle of the dance floor. He was on a mission this time, he glanced tot he bar, when he finally saw her.
There she was. April. He had waited for this moment for nearly ten years. Tonight, it would finally happen. He walked over, but immediately stopped.
Right next to her was Kara. He lowered his head, thinking for a minute. It came to him. Quickly, he picked up his cell phone, calling the school. After some time someone from the bar picked up.
"Yes, I have a message for a Kara Faville. Could you get someone to call her. It's very important."
After the next song the DJ went on the loud speaker.
"Could a Kara Faville please go over to the bar. There's a phone call for you."
With that Frank hung up, watching as she made her way. He walked over to April, looking at her very seriously.
"Listen, I don't have much time. We need to talk right now, it's very important."
He nodded towards the door, "Please, come. You won't regret it."

 

[Moneytalks]

Lucinda Li

Robert Summers:

"I hope you're straight, dissapoint a hell of alot of men if you weren't..." Robert joked in reply to her vocalized thought, his hands drawing her ever closer. He leaned in to speak in her ear. "Cause you really are gorgeous" He pulled back and flashed her yet another hollywood smile, his eye twinkling.

Unfortunately... Lucy didn't hear him. She watched as Cat ran from the auditorium and was looking around to see what had become of Frank and Kara... then she heard the announcement and watched as Kara walked over to the bar away from...

April... April Wilcox... the dead girl's sister. Why hadn't she thought of her? She was loosing her touch. She suddenly realised she had stopped dancing and that Robert was looking down at her curiously. She blushed.

"Listen... I... I really need a drink... you wouldn't want to get me one would you?" She asked throwing in a smile for good measure.

 

[Guest]

New Character...

Name: Thomas Fletcher
Looks: Blonde, pretty boy face, nice body, well dressed.
Personality: Real try-hard... always wanting to be in the cool crowd. You know the type, always the latest fashion victim. If he heard the cool people bag someone he'd chime right in. Would be mortified if he was ever caught being 'uncool'.

Thomas had just arrived at the school. He glanced at his watch, an immitation Rolex, and knew he was exactly 30 minutes late. Fashionably late... in his book at least.

He smirked and adjusted his tie. He knew he looked good. His mind went back to his glory days at school. It had been a lot easier in those days to be one of the "in" crowd. Now... now he was older he realised it got a lot harder. Harder to know who the "cool" group was. Was it the lawyer-types that weilded all the power? Or was it the corporate-types. Either way... he had of late realised that kissing butt and good looks only got a guy so far. Even sleeping with high powered female executives hadn't given him the promotions he was hoping for. It never occured to him that he needed other qualifications... like... skill.

Just then several police cars arrived with their lights flashing. The sirens were silent but the man in uniform who emerged nearest Thomas looked grim. Thomas' first thoughts were...

'damn it... they're going to ruin my entrance...'

His mind drifted back 10 years ago...

Angela Wilcox had just publicly SNUBBED him... him... Thomas Fletcher the third. The third was something he had added lately. It sounded more stately... more important... and technically it was true. His grandfather was Thomas... and... his father's middle name was also Thomas.

Now... that stupid twat of a girl had publicly snubbed him. He was mortified. He'd just told a silly joke he'd read in playboy and she'd turned around and snickered something under her breath. The other girls... including Courtney whom he'd decided was just the kind of girl who would look good with him all giggled with her and as one group they had left the room.

God... he hadn't been sorry when she was finally gone...

PRESENT TIME:

He watched with a scowl as the police entered the auditorium. Sulkily he followed.

 

[MissTaken]

April

"With that Frank hung up, watching as she made her way. He walked over to April, looking at her very seriously.
"Listen, I don't have much time. We need to talk right now, it's very important."
He nodded towards the door, "Please, come. You won't regret it."

April's palms were damp with perspiration and her bottom lip trembled. She was too stunned, too unnerved to speak.

As though she were being drawn by a magnetic field, April nodded and followed Frank. She really had no choice in the matter.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Before Kara could speak with April she got a message that there was a phone call for her. Frowning she hurried over but when she picked up the phone no one was there. Her frown deepening she hung up the phone. She turned to head back to April but she was gone, before she could search for her Police entered the auditorium.

 

[poohlive]

Wrapping his arm tightly around April they made their way outside. He glanced back, only for a moment watching as Lucy seemed to break her dance. A little too late, they were already out the door. He had hoped he would get to April before Lucy.
Now his plan could finally begin.
Outside the cops came were assembling.
"Hey, did you hear, two people were murdered," someone came up to them with the news.
"Is that so?"
He kept walking, April by his side. He looked around the parking lot.
"Listen, we need to take your car, and we need to go back to your place. It has to be private."
The cops began walking inside. Frank gave April a small kiss, fully on the lips.
"... and we must hurry."

 

[MissTaken]

April

April tried to casually break away from Frank embrace. His arm tightened around her as he guided her through the parking lot.

April could feel the fear welling within her. Fear combined with another emotion.....desire?

Her thoughts confused......Murders? More Murders? Frank kissed her? Her car? She wanted to struggle and break free...and she wanted to take Frank home with her.

Something didn't quite add up. But when he asked which was her car, she was helpless to do anything but nod in the direction of her Green SUV.

 

[poohlive]

Frank got into the car, glancing back only once at the party.
"I know what you must be thinking right now. A million thoughts entering your mind, and you have no idea which one to trust. I'm not here to hurt you, I just want to tell you the truth."
He watched as they went through the small town. He looked at the old house. The house Angela used to live in, the last house of her life.
He closed his eyes, thinking of her. Just a shadow of a memory now. He could barely remember her face, her features. They were like a rock that had been smoothed down by running water. The features were there, but smoothed out. He could barely make out what was there anymore.
The SUV stopped before the driveway. Frank got out, reaching for her hand.
"I want to talk to you about the night before Angela's death. There's something I've kept secret for a long time."
His eyes searched hers, as they walked inside.

 

[MissTaken]

past and present blurred

April led Frank into the house. She struggled with the turmoil within, but drew upon her resolve to see this out. What could Frank possibly say to her now? Ten years later?

As they entered the living room, she felt as though what had been her home for many years, now didn't wasn't her own. The furnishings and decor swam before her eyes as her mind tried to separate the past and present. For a shadow of a second, she felt as though Angela would be walking into the room at any moment.

"May I offer you a drink?"

Angela beckoned to Frank to sit down. He chose not to. While she was in the kitchen, he wandered the living room noticing the changes made since he had last been there. He stopped at the fireplace. On the mantel he saw Angela's short life splayed before his eyes. Her baby pictures, the toothless grin of a first grade school photo, her senior letter, photos in her cheerleading uniform. Then, Frank's face twisted as if in pain when his eyes found their senior prom picture. He and Angela were standing together, smiling. It was a photo that told tales of a long and happy future together.

April returned with their drinks, just in time to see Frank place the picture face down on the mantel.

"Frank?"

Frank looked up at April, his eyes swimming with emotions that April could not decipher.

"Play it cool," she thought to herself.

She gave Frank his wine and offered him a seat in the recliner as she sat at the far end of the overstuffed couch.

 

[Moneytalks]

Lucinda Li

Lucy hurried off as soon as Robert left to get her a drink. She looked around desperately for a sign of April but couldn't see her anywhere.

The cops entered just as she noticed Kara hanging up the phone obviously looking for someone herself.

"Hey Kara!" Lucy waved to her. Kara smiled distractedly. Lucy finally got close enough to ask... "you didn't happen to see April around anywhere did you?"
"I was just talking to her..." Kara responded. They both looked around as the cops started to make some noise.

"OKAY PEOPLE... WE HAVE A SITUATION HERE..." Lucy groaned. Geez... country cops... they had no CLUE!

"Everyone... could you please make an orderly line... we need to take statments from everybody."

Ludy hissed... "everybody? He's GOT to be kidding... we'll be here all night!"

Thomas Fletcher walked up to Lucy.

"Lucinda... pleasure as always..." he gleamed. Lucy cringed. God damn Fletcher... what a fucking pain.
"Fletcher..." she responded disinterestedly.
"Did you hear... the cops got a call about a murder... found TWO bodies no less..." he chuckled as only the truly sefl-indulgent could... "aparantly that retard found the bodies... must of freaked the freak out!" He laughed again at his own joke.

Lucy rolled her eyes at Kara silently. Her head indicating they should try and get out of here.

"Fletcher... you know what? There is a famous author here tonight who I was talking to and he seemed really interested in getting to know you.." Lucy smiled.
"Really? Oh where??"
"Just... right over there... see him? Blue shirt... yep... that's the one..."
Fletcher hurried off and Lucy sighed with relief.
"Two murders... there is no way thats a coincidence... I need to get some research done... but I'm worried about April... why would she have just disappeared?"

 

[poohlive]

Frank ignored her suggestion of where to sit. His eyes were nearly filling with tears. He sat down next to her, his fingers trailing a long strand of her hair.
"You're so beautiful, just like your sister..." he took a long sip of his wine, and began.
"The night before Angela was murdered I did something... something horrible. I never told the cops, or anyone because I didn't want to get caught, and because I had made a pact."
"Robert, Joe and I used to be good friends. Well, no Robert and I knew each other fairly well, I didn't know Joe at all, but we all had a common enemy... Angus.
"One night we were drinking too much. I don't know who suggested it, but we began sorting out a plan to get back at Angus, for all the cruel things he had done to us. We decided to get him in the only place it hurt, his car."
He took another sip, staring down at the glass.
"It was a 67 mustang. Beautiful, he had worked on it for years, tweaking the engine, perfecting the body, everything. His life was that car. We knew if he lost it, he would freak.
"On the night before Angela's death we all went out to his place, and stole his car. We drove it up to Deadman's bluff on the outskirts of town and let it drop three hundred feet off the cliff. When it fell there was a gut wrenching sound. It was such a wonderful sound, we felt alive at that point, like we had just freed ourselves."
Frank paused, looking back into her eyes. This was the important part.
"On the way back, I knew I had forgot something. What? I didn't know, I wanted to go back to Angus's place, to get it, but the other guys didn't want to. They said it was too dangerous, I had to agree with them. We went home for the night.
"The next night, Angela was murdered. That same time I went back to Angus's to get whatever I had lost. I knew it was something important, and it might lead to one of us being convicted of stealing the car."
He slowly pulled a woman's scarf from his pocket. It had a small amount of blood on one side.
"It was Angela's scarf. The one she gave me. We had the fight the week before, and I wore it... to try and show to her how much I really loved her. When I got to Angus's I found it lying on the ground."
He folded it up, handing it to April.
"That's why I was never forward about my alibi to the cops. I couldn't tell them I was sneaking by Angus's place at the time of Angela's death. They would ask why. Joe, Robert, and I made a pact never to speak to anyone about the car... and until tonight I never have.
"I have lived with this guilt for ten years. I've always wanted to tell you April, because... because I wanted you to know the truth.... and because... "tears came to his eyes, "... because I love you April. I've always loved you. I've been too afraid to say it until now."
Frank sat the wine glass down, holding April in his hands. Tears poured from his eyes, as he gently rocked her back and forth.
"I love you," he repeated softly as he rocked her.

 

[Guest]

A group was starting to form outside. Men and women gathered together, talking about murder. Each of them had something to share, lost mothers, fathers. It made them think of mortality, of their family. If they died, who exactly was going to get all the money? Where were the children going to live? Am I as financially fit as I thought I was? Did I make the latest installment for my life insurance?

Of course there were those guys, and then there was Captain Obvious. He had just finished scoring with his old girlfriend, which, as he had so slyly put it, they had never actually broken up. They made it in the back of his Geo Storm, rocking for about 8 minutes. That's five minutes faster than when he was in high school. They made fast, passionate sex; both of them had wedding bands on, but at the time neither cared. It was a moment of magic.

Of course the cops just had to show up and ruin everything. He pulled out early, taking the condom off. She suggested that they make themselves obvious, in case something bad had happened. He agreed. They left the car, going up to the nearest group of people to see what exactly was going on.

The woman's panties were still in a wad under his Geo Storm. She's going to be too embarrassed to get them back, and in the heat of passion he had completely forgot about them. His wife, however, finds them a week later. They are now divorced; she took full custory of the kids, and he took a bullet to the brain six weeks later. After he lost his job, it just wasn't worth it anymore.

She screamed as she was walking back to the reunion. In a state of confusion Captain Obvious went over to her, looking around. She pointed to a beautiful car in the parking lot. The word KILLER was scratched in the front, and a bloody butcher knife was placed inside on the dash. In horror, the guy went to tell the cops. As soon as they could, they made their way out to the frightened woman. A small crowd was forming now as well. The sherriff broke it up, looking at the vandalism.

Was it a prank? Or was it a sign from the one person who
actually knew what had happened tonight. Captain Obvious didn't have time to share stories. He was a little frightened of the situation himself. As soon as he finished answering questions from the cops, he left, taking his Storm, and the wadded panties back home.

"Look inside," the sherrif nodded towards the school, "Someone in there owns a Shelby Cobra and has some questions to answer."

The sherriff used plastic gloves to take the knife out of the dashboard. He sighed deeply as he did.