Masquerade Murder

Early morning on October 17th, one member of the ship's cleaning crew was getting ready to start their daily tidying up chores when he forgot the cleaning fluid for the mop. But upon his search in the closet, he made an eerie discovery. A murdered student. Specifically, Lilo Pelekai. Now the entire ship is in a frenzy to find out who the masked fiend is. Will you find who the before they strike again?

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The horse joined in the chase. The gingerbread man laughed and laughed, until he came to a river. ‘Oh no!’ he cried, ‘They will catch me. How can I cross the river?’

The game was almost up and the killer knew that as he walked out of the pool. The more people he killed the more the chances that he was the killer grew. Though the way he saw it, people were still way off course when it came to who they thought the killer was. The bloody water shone under the lights as he gave one last look at the two bodies floating in the murky waters. “Thanks for playing the game” he laughed, closing the doors behind him.

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The cow began to chase the gingerbread man along with the pig, and the little old woman. But the gingerbread man was too fast for them.

The final stage at been set as the bodies lay motionless on the floor on the main deck. One, two, and finished. They both deserved their deaths and nothing could have changed his mind in the least. He smiled at the bloody mess on the floor. The drawing between the two people made him smile as their two fluids mixed together to create something new. A giant gingerbread man stood between the two with a small smile. No one would ever catch him.

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The little old woman and little old man ran after the gingerbread man. 'Stop! Stop!' they yelled.The gingerbread man did not look back. He ran on saying, 'Run, run as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!'

The killer smiled as he looked over his work for the night. He knew exactly who was going to be hurt when the staff found the bodies. These kills were not about the deceased this time, but rather who would be missing them. That what it was all about was it not? The memory of what he had done slowly came to his mind as he shut the door behind him with a smile.

He could still hear the screams of the girl before he worked on the guy. He wanted the person on the other end to feel each and every cut of whatever that creature was to the main target. Taking out the support people have already been decided and almost complete. The crooked smile crossed his face as he walked to his room and shut the door.

STITCH and NALA had been killed.

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Obvious Clue #1

The killer, it's a dude. Vote. 

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Once upon a time a little old woman and a little old man lived in a cottage. One day the little old woman made a gingerbread man. She gave him currants for eyes and cherries for buttons. She put him in the oven to bake.

The killer smiled as they looked down at the red hair the spilled across the floor on their chosen room for the night. His practice victim looked worse than the red haired one but that was to be expected. Practice on someone he could care less about and get all the sloppiness out before moving to their choice target. The killer took their choice knife to the first victim but the second one would get so much better treatment this time around.

The smell of burnt flesh still lingered in the hallway as the attendant raced towards the smoke alarm that was going off. Running towards the smell, she had to stop and cover her mouth as she reached the room to open the door and let the smoke out. The smell hit her full force as she reacted to the smell. Charred skin on one while the other student had be decorated with their insides to resemble a gingerbread man.

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The crimson liquid dripped down the wall and gathered in a beautiful, deep coating of the wooden floor. The killed smiled and stepped back to look over the message one more time before disappearing from the scene. It read, simply and written in blood, "Run, Run, Run, As fast as you can. You can't catch me, I'm the ginger bread man!" The smile on the killers lips spread wider as they thought of the chaos that would ensue from the message. The killer turned and wiped the blood still remaining on the leather gloves onto the dead and deformed student's shirt before removing them self from the area.

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If the killer reacted to things like everyone else did, maybe there would not have been all the killings that were happening. There were people though that needed punished for what they have done to others. The best part was the outcome. The way everyone reacted to finding out their friend was no longer breathing sent excitement through the killer’s body. They could deify their friends all  they wanted but they were nothing more than scum. They would mean nothing to their friends in nothing more than a month. If tonight had a theme it would have been black hair. The first one would be strangulation and the second one, well the second one was going to be a fun little night with them.

The leather gloves pulled against the thin wire as it wrapped around the first person’s throat. They clawed at the wire, never able to grasp it as the life slowly faded from their eyes. The killer let the body slid through the wire on their way to the floor. They were not worth their time to even bother hiding. They could lie here and rot. They had bigger fish to go after. This poor creature was just a warm up for something bigger to happen tonight.

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People thought size did not matter. Were they in for shock tonight. The killer enjoyed the game they were playing. They enjoyed the pain that they were able to create for the other students. There was no way around that sort of pain that they were able to create. Lovers, friends, and people who just screwed the wrong person were now going to pay with their lives. They were there just to collect the toll now and all it took was chloroform and a moment of free time.

The first person was just in the way. Wrong place wrong time. There was no other way for the killer to get around that. In the way of their preferred target. As they killer thought about it, they were doing this kid a favor as he stabbed him in the brain stem. He had already lost the love of his life, no reason for him to keep living. Not like anyone else would miss him. The killer let the body drop as they stepped over the body to get to their target ahead of them and quickly knocked them out.

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Each step brought worry to Carter as she opened each door on the main deck to make sure they held exactly what they were supposed to. Each door that was opened was empty which caused her to slowly relax and think about what she was going to do after this horrible chore. Next time Ringo was going to walk this entire ship looking in supply closets, not her.

She smiled as she passed guests and students alike. A smile could go a long way here she felt that everyone could use a smile about now. A smile could go a long way up until you saw a dead body that you were no expecting. With a jump, she screamed as the two crumpled bodies stared lifelessly back at her.

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Everything was a game to the killer as their next victim moved about their day, unaware of the game that was going to happen in a few short moments. Their game would be quick at least. No point in dragging this one on more than it had to. Lilo had just been practice and now was just a warning to everyone else what was in store for them.

Walking up behind their chosen victim, the killer passed them before turning around and bringing their knife across their throat in one smooth fashion. No scream, just eyes full of shock as the killer caught them and smiled to themselves. Watch it there. Wouldn’t want you to hurt your pretty face now would we? The smile turned crooked as they dragged the body towards the wall and let it slid down until it crumpled on the floor.

A little girl named Lennon was the first to find the body as her shrill cries alerted her mother that something was not quite right. Their screams soon echoed the ship as security rushed towards them only to find what had frightened them. One of them called the body in while the other rushed to make sure the body was indeed dead. Yes,

TIA was indeed dead.

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The thought of a murdered student on the ship did not do anything to ease the nerves of the staff as they went about their day as normal. What did a student that young do to someone else to deserve their fate? The unanimous silent hope was that her death was the only one to happen and that no more would have to die.

Amy walked the underside of the ship per her normal rounds. Reading each gauge and making notes on her clipboard. The dull light did not strain her eyes anymore as she easily navigated through the steam and pressure pipes. Around the corner though she found something that was not normal and was out of place as the dead body in the closet.

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Ed walked into the kitchen, ready to start his day as one of the cooks on the ship. He loved to cook as much as he loved to play his guitar. The small melody in his mind kept him happy through the events on the ship. Lifting his apron of his head, he quickly tied the string behind he back as he walked through the kitchen, making sure the night crew had cleaned up after themselves.

The next sight startled him, Nutella was out and all over the counters. With a small frown, he walked over and around the counter to see where the trail would leave him. The melody quickly died in his head as he stared in horror at the body in front of him. The Nutella streaming from the kid’s mouth left him in shock as their glazed eyes stared up at the ceiling.

Ed did not know the student and had to wait until security showed up. Upon arriving, all they could think was who could kill a student with something like Nutella. “I’m so sorry dear” he whispered as they took the body away. “I hope the afterlife is better for you than this was…”

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Bleach was the first thing James could smell as he walked down the dusty pipe tunnels of the ship looking for the missing student. He knew the searches for the students that were unable to check in on were getting shorter each time. They had a pattern down as the days wore on and each person did their job with solace.

James’ hand touched something wet as he stopped moving and brought his hand to his face. He recognized the smell of iron as he recoiled and wiped his hand down his uniform and took off at a faster pace calling in his find. “Base, I think I found the kid in the tunnels. I have blood but no body. Send the boys down here as soon as you can.”

The smell of bleach soon coating the surrounding air as he turned the corner to meet the ghastly sight. The body was tied to the chair with a cloth shoved down the throat with open wounds that appeared to have been doused in bleach. He took a step back and made the final call the his supervisor. “I found him. I found…”

TOULOUSE!

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The walls of the cruise creaked at it continued sailing as if what happened within its large metal body was an average everyday occurrence. With the murders happening every day, the passengers were growing weary of the news and tired that the murderer still hasn’t been caught. The captain has yet to dock at land and there couldn’t be that many hiding places throughout the ship yet, dead bodies were found every day, all except yesterday. While some were relieved that the killer skipped yesterday, the fears of others were simply heightened. A murderer doesn’t just stop killing without there being a reason and since the security on the ship hasn’t found him yet, he was still on the loose.

Despite the chilling news on the S.S. Walt cruise ship, some still ventured out, braving the odds that they weren’t the next victims. A set of three footsteps were weaving through the heavy machinery found in the boiler room. After hearing a loud bang, the three students hid within the Employees-Only room in hopes of avoiding the masked monster but they were out of luck for the killer followed them into the burning hot room. Their legs were growing tired by the minute and their sides were aching. It was a wonder how the killer could keep up when their face was covered.

Unable to run anymore, the three hid behind one of the large metal machines, holding their breath. For a split moment, all of them sighed in relief after hearing the heavy footsteps fall past them. The moment didn’t last long. Hands grabbed onto one of the students, pulling them to the iron mesh floor before stabbing them in the abdomen. With a strangled cry, the student ordered their peers to keep running. Not wanting the entire ship to be on alert that the killer was out on the prowl that night, the knife was driven once more into the leg of the disabled student before he lurched forward to catch the other two.

Their hearts beat faster as they tried navigating through the maze of steam and metal. How could one person take on three students at once. But it was true. In a flurry of movements, knife held to their skin, fear in their eyes, it was over. The next morning, two of the mechanics found the single student still breathing even after the heavy knife wounds. Unfortunately, two bodies were not as lucky and were found in the control chamber, asphyxiated

“How could one person fight three people…?"

“We’re lucky Flynn is alive but we can’t say the same for KIARA and LOCK!”

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Come Morning Light

Tia woke up, paralyzed in her bed. The nightmare had frightened her, being chased through the elongated halls of her home, the sound of the dead around her, unable to escape the fear that threatened to suffocate her; a dream that had seemed too real without an escape. It took her a few moments before she could regain her senses. She was on the ship, not at home, though that was the only difference of her dream. She supposed, she thought as she ran a hand through her tangled hair, she should have been grateful she had been able to sleep deeply enough to dream. Her eyes flicked to the clock on her bedside. Only three in the morning. She’d only gotten about four hours of sleep.

 It felt strange to stretch herself out, her body feeling like white noise as the adrenaline thinned out with the coursing of her blood and she raised herself enough to brace her weight against one arm in the bed. Stitch’s arms fell from her side with a muffle sound to the mattress, his face smooth in sleep. The only time she saw it as such, the rest of the time he looked so much older than fifteen and she wanted to take his weight and make it disappear. She wanted to see him smile again. She gently brushed his hair away from his eyes with her fingers, trailing the line of his jaw gently. Her sweet pet, her only pet.

She raised her head at the sound of someone moving in sleep and automatically did a head count. One, two, three, four - Someone was missing. She glanced around the room, the light from the bathroom the only light to see by. She slid out of her bed before she threw the covers back on the other bed, checked the floor, checked the bathrooms, checked the closets. They weren’t in the room. Her heart beating frantically, she stepped over John who had rolled in his sleep just enough away from the door for her to get out and she took off down the hall on silent feet.

Where had they gone? Dieux miséricordieux, please don’t do this. Don’t do this, don’t do this, don’t do this. She took the steps down to another deck two at a time, leaping the last four and still running. She’d find them, she would. She had to keep them safe and if anything had happened to them - she heard talking down the hall and she recognized it as their voice and she was so relieved she wanted to cry. She sharply swung around a corner and exhaled the terrified breath she had been holding at the sight of them. She could see them in the barely there light, wrapped in their blanket and pulling their cell phone away from their ear to end the call. She was ready to yell at them for being so stupid and crush them to her and never let them go because Tia had told all of them to not go off alone and that’s exactly what they had done but they were alright and she only had to take them back to her room where they would be safe, wake John to move him back against the door again and -

A shadow moved from the wall, down the hall and behind the person Tia was trying to get to, the dull glint of a knife in the dark before it was run across their throat.

“No!” Tia screamed and the shadow startled, dropping the knife and running just as

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Another Victim.

Pushing open the door, the words started out automatically. “Hey, I think I’ve got a few new theories about this. I mean, more so one I’m really latching onto. Know what we talked about earlier?” Jessie inquired, dropping her bag onto the floor against the door. “Hey, are you even listening to me?” She looked up, peering around the room. The sudden silence and emptiness began to settle against her and she could feel the familiar feeling of anxiousness and dread seep into her.

“No, no, no,” she began to mutter, tripping as she lunged for the bathroom door. Her palms where so sweaty it took her a minute to even get the door open, and what came from her mouth sounded like a creature completely un-human. “NO! You have to be okay, oh God! You’ll be okay!” she cried, stumbling over to the sink where the body was slumped. “Please! Get up! Don’t leave me, please! You were supposed to be okay, I was going to protect you!” she shrieked, trembling. He was only barely breathing, and the way his eyes were rolling up left her terrified. “You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay, don’t do this to me. Stay with me, stay with me please. You said we were going to be okay! You can’t die…”she pleaded hopelessly. The foam around his lips was growing, and she put her hands on his cheeks, wiping it off with her thumbs, not caring. It took a moment for it to sink in, “You’ve been poisoned” ripping from her throat in a broken whisper. “Look at me, okay? Just look at me,” she breathed, feeling his forehead and trying to frantically wipe off the sweat and foam that was growing. It took all of her resolve to not break into a million pieces as he slipped down to the floor, groaning slightly. She quickly followed with him,leaning against the cabinet as she placed his head in her lap. “I know, I know. I’ll tell you a story. You liked my stories,”she babbled, her voice cracking. “Okay, so one time I met this guy…and he was one of the best people I knew. He was funny, smart, sweet, caring, and loyal. He was all that and everything I could ever hope for in a person. And I-” she felt her breath catch as a serious of twitches went through his body, but she continued, no longer able to fight back the tears as she held one of his hands, stroking his hair with her free hand. “And I really, really care about him. More than anyone else. And I probably should have told him a lot sooner. I thought we’d have much more time.” She dared a look down, and she knew in that instant that he was gone. The way he just seemed to deflate as the last sigh slipped from him. His body was splayed across the floor, and with shaking fingers she pushed back the hair from his forehead, bending over to kiss him softly on the forehead. She could feel the sob shaking her body, and the sadness for once was stronger than her anxiety. “I’m going to miss you so, so much. But you already knew that, didn’t you

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Elizabeth Short knocked tentatively on the door in front of her. All the maids were afraid of finding the next body of a student. Each held the fear of being the next one if they ever interrupted the killer. Without a word from inside, she opened the door and let out a scream at the sight before her.

The student laid over the bed with their head hung over, giving her an upside down smile. Looking closer at the face, made her run to the hallway to empty her stomach. The cut on the face ran from the mouth  to her ears, giving the student a haunting look at whoever stared at them.

If Elizabeth had looked at the body of the student she would haven notice more cuts and total mutilation of their body. Random slices to anyone looking, leaving the body to bleed out on its own. Reaching for her radio, Elizabeth made the daunting call to her superior. “Ma’am, I’m afraid I have bad news. Another student is dead. This time it is…”