#clue!au

[hayleygrrr]

but it truly happened like this...

⁞based on the movie clue, the reader and the other slytherin boys are invited to nott manor, where dinner, mystery, and murder await.

characters; mrs. white!reader, wadsworth!theodore, scarlet!pansy, plum!mattheo, green!lorenzo, peacock!astoria, boddy!blaise

words;800

warnings;smut, oral (fem rec.), theo x female reader, semi public, death, weapons, not proofread

author's note; i'm soooo excited to write this!!! i wanted to do clue but with some smut mueheheeh... enjoy!!! also definitely want to write some more stuff with this au, perhaps darker smut. send requests! and if anyone wants it I can write some background info hehehe

you were an expert on men's bodies. their dead ones, of course, many 'missing' husbands will get you that.

but the blackmail that you have been paying for it has lead you to an... interesting situation. at nott manor.

the butler, who has introduced himself as theo, brings the group of you to the study. there are some interesting faces in the group, such as a professor, under the alias of plum. but alas, you musn't be fooled, you know their real names.

"as you may surmise, I have brought you all here to discuss the means of your blackmail." theo's voice is a deep, accented rumble that sends shivers down your spine. he can tell. "tonight, you will learn exactly how your host will eliminate your blackmail. until you are given instruction, you are free to roam the manor as you please. but beware, the dogs do bite."

a sudden locking sound of the main doors echoes through the hallway. "was that... locked?" the shrill voice belongs to peacock, who you identify as astoria greengrass. a daddy's money nepo baby, who is only successful through her dads position in government.

"yes, you are not to exit this house until there is an agreement. in the meantime, you may explore." theo explains one last time, before attempting to rush the group out of the door.

you find yourself in the billiard room, the green table laid out in front of you. some peace and quiet, finally. a rope lies on your hand, from dinner's surprise. each of you were given a weapon, a shock considering the circumstances.

while lost in your thoughts, theodore sneaks up behind you, grabbing your waist. "so you're among the crowd tonight?" his arms wrap around you, turning you toward him. he then lifts you up onto the table. "you look gorgeous, might i add." you look like a queen, his queen, he thinks as he places a chaste kiss on your hand.

"your charm wounds me." you watch him place the kiss, wishing it was elsewhere. "i told you i would assist you, so allow me to play the role. or would you like to end up like the others?" you add, referring to your past husbands.

he thinks for a moment, head slightly tilted to the side, his dark curls burst to the side, showing his eyes. and his striking suit, the one you picked out for him. he is a vision, something you'd wish to see before death, if it was ever swift.

merely a week before, you had agreed to help theodore. to act in his charade to arrest all of these government riddled people for murder and money. hiding his identity was the easy part. no one could know the manor was truly his, so playing the role of 'butler' would have to do.

"we're alone..." his hands trail up your thighs, feeling the soft, supple flesh. his lips go to your jaw, the feeling euphoric. "theo, this isn't-" "shhh, don't you make a sound."

your eyes follow him as he falls to his knees, at eye level with your arousal-soaked panties. he swiftly rids you of them, the cold air hitting your wet pussy only adding to the sensations. further down, you see the obvious bulge in his dress pants. and he is throbbing for you.

hands fly to his hair as theo licks a slow, agonizing stripe through your folds, teasing. "theodore aeacus no-" you start to tell him off for teasing, but he quickly shuts you up when his lips wrap around your clit and suck. the feeling has you squealing.

"be quiet..." he groans as he continues to work you, thrusting his tongue inside of you, his nose nudging your sensitive bud. he has you so close, almost there-

and he stops. before you can protest, he's standing, unzipping and ridding himself of his pants and undergarments, and stuffing himself inside of you. the upper half of your body falls against the billiard table with a thud, some of the balls rolling at the impact.

his hands find purchase under your knees as he bends you in half, thrusting with desperation. you whine and take your nails, sharp as claws, against his strong arms, trying to prevent yourself for screaming.

the table rocks with every thrust, the two of you staying uncharacteristically quiet to not disturb the others. your tits bounce enticingly, and it takes all of his might not to shove his face in them. but of course, he has no strong will and pushes his face against them, orgasming inside of you immediately. you soon reach your own, panting and trying your hardest to not squeal.

"you're next..." is whispered while you catch your breath below him.

"i'd like to see you try, my love."

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[writeforfandoms]

Shake, Rattle and Roll epilogue

My masterlist

Okay folks. This is later than I intended but uh life kicked me around a bit. Sorry. 

Also. Once you’ve read it. There is a possibility that I could do a sequel for this, if there’s interest. I know I left things unsolved (the actual original murder for one) and I know what happened and how and why, but there wasn’t a clean space to add it in, because life doesn’t always work that way. SO if you wanna know more, let me know! My ask box is always open to y’all. Also lmk if you want more because honestly? I could definitely be persuaded to write more. This is fun. 

Summary: A little bit of cleanup. Some sleep. Some coffee. Things will look better in the morning.

Warnings: Just swearing for this one, nothing terrible.

Tags: @fandom-blackhole @pedrocentric @sarahjkl82-blog @giizhkens-cedar 

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It didn’t take longer than an hour to get back to your apartment, all told. The three of you hadn’t stuck around long after making sure Inumon and Mikken were both dead. Cee had been a trooper, keeping up with you and not complaining once on the trip. You splurged for a private ride for a few reasons, one of which was that you simply really did not want to bother with public transit at this hour. It was late, later than you usually ventured out, and between the hour and the leftover adrenaline, you were a bit twitchy. Ezra, on the other hand, seemed cool as a cucumber. 

But once the three of you were in your apartment, you were half-way to collapsing, and Cee looked like she was hanging on by a thread.

“Sleep first,” you decided. “Planning tomorrow.” You pointed Cee sternly to the couch before you left to grab extra blankets and pillows for her.

“You sure it’s okay for me to stay the night?” Cee asked, sounding close to her age for the first time all night.

“I insist,” you told her firmly, handing her two pillows. “I’ve got more blankets if you need them, and you can borrow some clothes if you don’t want to sleep in those.”

“I’m okay for tonight,” Cee told you after a momentary pause. “Thank you.”

“Here.” You stepped into the kitchenette to grab her a glass of water. “Drink before bed or you’ll probably be dehydrated in the morning.”

Cee’s lips twitched but she took the glass. Probably just to appease you, but whatever, you’d take it. 

“I can find my own accommodations for the night,” Ezra offered.

“No, I’ve got a cot you can use,” you offered. “It’s not the most comfortable thing, but it’ll do.”

“It’ll do, indeed,” Ezra mused. “Very gracious of you.” 

You waved his thanks off, going back to the closet to grab the cot, and more pillows and blankets. Fortunately you were well stocked on those. Ezra helped, taking the cot from you and setting it up as you directed him. 

“Planning tomorrow,” you said again, looking between the two of them. Cee was already curled up under a blanket on the couch. “Sleep now, hopefully. When we’re all less tired.” 

“You’d do well to take your own advice, dove,” Ezra advised, glancing over at you from setting up the cot. “Get some water and sleep.”

You shot him a look, a little exasperated but mostly amused. You hesitated for a few moments, though. Did you bring up the kiss? Wait for him to bring it up? Then you made a face at yourself for acting like a kid with a crush and headed for your bedroom, more than ready to collapse. Everything would keep until tomorrow, of that you were certain. 

Despite being unused to having company, you fell asleep quickly and slept soundly. You woke to the smell of coffee, and rolled out of bed still a bit bleary. 

Cee and Ezra were both already awake. Cee was sitting on the couch cross-legged, while Ezra lounged against the counter. You looked at both of them briefly and then made for the coffee, hip-checking Ezra out of your way. 

“Good morning to you too, dove,” Ezra said, bright and amused.

“Coffee first,” you grumbled, getting down a mug. Coffee always came first.

“Coffee gremlin,” Cee said knowingly.

“The fuck, kid?” You half-turned to shoot her a betrayed look, to which she shot you a bright smile. Okay. Fine. Kid could make fun of you if she smiled like that. Fuck. You doctored your coffee how you liked it quickly, not bothering to move from where you were still right next to Ezra. He didn’t seem to mind, and it was your place, he could move if he wasn’t comfortable.

“So,” Cee started, looking at you briefly before suddenly finding the coffee table in front of her fascinating. “What now?”

You let out a breath, not quite a sigh. “What do you want? First and foremost.”

Cee considered for a few moments, letting the silence stretch. “I want to go to school.” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

“Okay,” you agreed easily, tamping down your anger. Damon was dead, your anger would do you no good. “School. That can be arranged.”

Her head popped up and she stared at you, painfully hopeful. “Seriously?”

“‘Course. I’ll work it out. I know some people.” You smiled at her, hoping you hid your pain well enough. This poor kid. She clearly wasn’t used to people standing in her corner. New mantra for the day: Damon’s already dead, don’t be mad at him. 

“I reckon I shall have to venture on to find my next job, as this one didn’t pan out,” Ezra said, though he was watching you. 

You snorted softly at that. “I might know a few people for that, too,” you admitted before you took a large sip of coffee. “I’ve made a few contacts over the years.”

Ezra blinked at you, momentarily stunned silent. Probably not used to people offering help, rather than bartering. Clear sign he’d spent too long on the Green Moon. 

“Right,” you muttered, shifting away from the counter and starting to pace, because you felt better thinking while moving, and this required some thinking. “Cee, we’re gonna have to go get some of your things. I’m assuming you have things you’d like to keep that aren’t currently with you?”

Cee nodded, hair bobbing around her until she pushed it behind her ears.

“Okay. That’s the top of the list. I can always send out a few feelers now, probably won’t hear back from anyone for a few hours at least. We should try to move quickly, I have no idea when that house will be discovered, or people will be noted as missing.” You took another sip of coffee, your mind whirring back to life. 

You were abruptly stopped in the middle of one of your circuits, Ezra grabbing you firmly. You squeaked and managed not to slosh coffee all over the two of you, even as he grinned.

“A more generous and selfless soul I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting,” he hummed, voice low, eyes bright. “You are a rare one indeed, dove.”

You blinked at him, flabbergasted, not quite sure how to respond to that. Which, of course, he took advantage of, and kissed you again. Your brain blanked out just as quickly as it had woken up. 

“As cute as you two are,” Cee interrupted after seconds? Minutes? Who the hell kept track of time anymore anyway. “There’s something I need to show you.”

You pulled back from Ezra with some reluctance and pointed a finger at him. “We’re revisiting this topic later.”

“Yes ma’am.” Ezra’s lips curled in a devious, smug smile. 

You swallowed hard and turned to Cee, watching as she dug something out of her pocket. She unfolded it on the coffee table, looking suddenly nervous. You drifted closer to look.

It was a map. A map of the Green Moon, if you weren’t mistaken. A map of the Green Moon with coordinates and a circled area. 

“Dad didn’t have the only copy of the map,” Cee told you, looking between you and Ezra. “I have one too.” 

Time stood still. You were frozen. You didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Just stared at the map. And then, slowly, you looked at Ezra. The look on his face scared you, just a little. He looked… well, he looked like a prospector presented with a map to possibly the biggest haul of aurelac ever seen. Hungry and greedy and a little awestruck. 

“Tomorrow,” you decided, shaking your head and putting your hand flat over the map, breaking the spell on the room. “That is now a tomorrow problem. We have more immediate problems to figure out first.” You shot Ezra a look that just dared him to disagree with you. But he simply nodded, leaning back, unwilling to argue over it. 

Good. You had enough problems for today that you needed to tackle. One last deep breath, and you left the two of them so you could start sending out messages. Today problems first. You could tackle the map problem tomorrow. Or later, if you could manage it. For today, Cee was your priority.

[writeforfandoms]

Shake, Rattle and Roll 2

Chapter two!

You can find chapter one Here

Summary: Now you’ve got a dead body and a bunch of prospectors. Time to get out of this mess.

Warnings: More murder. Swearing. 

Eventual Ezra x reader.

Tags: @fandom-blackhole @pedrocentric 

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“So who killed him?” Felicia demanded, irreverently.

You scoffed quietly and shifted around the others, making your way to the teenager. She was still staring at the body, barely moving. “Hey, kid,” you murmured, moving into her line of sight. “Let’s go get you a drink, hm? C’mon.” 

Gently, you herded the girl away from the body and into another room. She sank into a chair, and you crouched in front of her. 

“What’s your name, kiddo?” you asked her quietly.

“Not a kid,” she murmured, although it sounded more reflexive than argumentative. 

“You’re not old enough to legally drink,” you retorted. “So you’re still a kid. And I’ll call you that until I have something else to call you.”

She hesitated, blinking at you. Her eyes were wide but surprisingly dry. “Cee.”

“Cee.” You smiled at her and gave her your name in return. Her voice was quiet as she repeated it, but not shocky. She was still tracking things. “Cee, I’m sorry, I have to ask. Was that your dad?” 

“Yes.” She took a deeper breath, gaze flicking back to the doorway. 

“Okay.” You rocked back on your heels. “You have anyone else?”

“No.” She seemed reluctant to answer you. You couldn’t blame her - the state-run facilities were kind of rubbish. 

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. One problem at a time. “Okay. First we need to call this in to the authorities, so they can do all their… stuff.” You waved a hand, unwilling to go into further detail about what ‘stuff’ meant. Investigating, mostly. “You’re probably old enough that you could file for emancipation, and if this place is your dad’s, that’s good for you.”

“What?” Cee blinked at you, looking taken aback.

“I mean, unless you really want to go to a government-funded orphanage? I wouldn’t recommend it. They’re not great.” You wrinkled your nose in distaste. 

The two of you were interrupted by a knock on the door. “I had a feeling I might find the two of you together,” Ezra drawled from the doorway, gaze flickering between the two of you. “I have some unfortunate news.”

“More?” you asked, voice dry.

“The others have decided that the map Damon spoke of must be here,” Ezra continued, looking more at Cee than at you. “They are quite determined to find it, and to not be interrupted in their search.”

Meaning they weren’t calling the authorities, and would hinder anyone who did. That was not great. “Where are they starting?”

“The study, I believe. They left the cook in the kitchen with some… creative promises.”

Aka: threats. Got it. “Did they say anything about the kid?”

“No.” Ezra shook his head, looking at you. “I do not believe they cottoned on to the relation between her and Damon.”

“Thank Kevva for small favors,” you grumbled. “Okay. New plan. We’re getting you out of the house.”

“What?” Cee asked, looking at you.

“We are?” Ezra asked, his voice dangerously mellow.

“Yes, we are,” you said, glowering at Ezra. “I don’t give a fuck about the supposed Queen’s Lair. They can turn the house over searching for that map. But once they realize that she’s related, they’re going to expect her to have answers. You really want to leave a kid to the mercy of the four of them?” 

Ezra was silent, frowning a little as his gaze bored into yours. You stared right back, refusing to blink, willing him to just listen to you. You were speaking reasonably, after all. 

Apparently, the girl had been thinking, too. “This place isn’t dad’s, not really,” she whispered. “We’re using it tonight. He was almost out of money, that’s why he was so eager to get some diggers for the Queen’s Lair.”

You dropped your head forward, towards your chest, with a sigh. Fuck. Fuck! Your mind scrambled over possibilities, creating plans to discard them almost as fast. 

“Do you know where the map is?” Ezra asked, creeping a few steps closer. 

Cee looked between Ezra and you, calculating. For all that she wasn’t grown yet, she wasn’t a fool, either. She was weighing her own options. 

“Cee,” you murmured, lifting your head to meet her gaze again. “What are you thinking?”

Cee didn’t get a chance to respond. There was a crash from down the hall, then footsteps running down the hall towards the kitchen. A brief moment of silence later, there was the sharp report of a thrower discharging. You closed your eyes slowly. The cook, at a guess.

“You two stay here,” Ezra said, speaking a little more quickly now. “I will venture over and see what has occurred.” 

You blew out a breath and stood, stretching out your complaining knees. This was turning into a right mess. Even worse, a right mess with no backup. 

Okay. Priorities, in order:

Get Cee out. Get yourself out. Call the authorities. Then see about hiring Cee or something to help her along. Sure, you’d only known the kid for a couple hours, but no kid deserved this. 

Of course, convincing Cee to let you help her might not be so easy, after all. 

“Cee,” you murmured, turning to the girl again. “I want to make one thing clear right now, between you and me. I don’t care about the map, or the aurelac.”

She blinked at you. “You… don’t?”

“No. I stopped digging years ago and I have no desire to go back to it.” You took a deep breath. “Just… keep that in mind. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.” 

Ezra let himself back into the room. This time, he strode right over to the two of you, standing with his hands tucked into his pockets. “Well, from what I understand, the cook attempted to call the authorities, to report the, er, incident, as it were. One of the others took exception to that and stopped her in a rather permanent fashion.”

“Great.” You shoved one hand back through your hair in frustration. “Any idea if they’re continuing to search room to room?” 

"Your guess is as good as mine, birdie," Ezra admitted with a shrug. 

You huffed. "Alright, kid, you got a way out of here? Back door?"

"I can make it," Cee agreed.

"Might be needin' a distraction," Ezra mused, gaze sharp. 

You snorted. "That would help. You volunteering?"

"No. We are." Ezra shot you a grin, wild and mischievous. Oh this one was absolutely Trouble. 

"Hey!" 

The sharp bark from one of the others made you and Cee jump. 

"Everyone here, now!" 

Ezra nodded for you to go first, but you turned to Cee. 

"I know this isn't exactly ideal, but I need you to trust me when I say I will do whatever I can to get you out of here. Okay?" You spoke in a rushed whisper, maintaining eye contact with the girl. This was important. 

"Why?" She asked, rightfully confused.

"I'll explain later, I don't have time right now," you muttered. "But I need you to know that." You stood and headed for the door, passing Ezra wordlessly and ignoring his appraising stare. 

The other prospectors were already gathered in the main hall, joined momentarily by yourself, Ezra, and Cee. 

"Grab the girl," Mikken growled. Inumon stepped forward to comply, and you stepped in her way, heart hammering.

"What for?" You asked, suspicious.

"She's a liability." Mikken gave you a look that clearly questioned your sanity. 

"She's a kid," you protested. "She doesn't know anything about the map. She just works here." 

"Indeed, we spent the past several minutes conversing with this young soul," Ezra added. "As disappointing as it is, she knows nothing of the map, nor of Damon's plans. I am afraid if we wish to find the map, we will have to do so ourselves."

"Fine," Fero spat. "Then we split up and search the house."

Uneasy silence followed that statement as everyone eyed each other, wary and mistrustful. 

"Well then," Ezra started with an easy smile. "Mayhaps we pair off with our accustomed partners? We can divvy up the house by floor."

Mikken nodded once and pointed at you and Ezra. "Basement." Then he looked at Fero and Felicia. "Second floor." 

"And the girl?" Inumon asked before anyone (mainly you) could protest.

Mikken looked down the hallway, thinking for a few moments, before he nodded to a doorway. "Lock her in there." 

You turned to Cee and found Ezra already there, smile still firmly in place. 

"Well little bird, looks like you're in luck," he said, leading the way into the room. It was a library. An actual library. You felt your jaw drop a bit. You'd thought the study had been impressive, but this? This was magnificent. Ezra whistled lowly, apparently sharing your opinion. "In luck indeed! Little bird, you most certainly have luck on your side this fine night. I recommend you find something with which to entertain yourself and keep quiet."

Cee gave both of you one last look before she stepped inside. Ezra shut and locked the door, pocketing the key. 

"Shall we venture forth, then?" He asked, nodding to the basement door. 

A quick glance confirmed Fero and Felicia were already half-way up the stairs. With a sigh, you nodded. 

"Let's go."

[writeforfandoms]

Shake, Rattle and Roll 3

Chapter 3 is here folks! I’m rewarding you for me recovering from the vaccine.

Chapter one is here and chapter two is here

Summary: Things fall apart very quickly when you’ve got six prospectors and a supposed map to the treasure of all treasures. 

Warnings: More murder. Just one this time. Things crashing. Some blood, but nothing explicit. More swearing.

Tags: @fandom-blackhole @pedrocentric

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"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Ezra asked as the two of you descended the stairs to the basement.

"Sure." You paused briefly at the bottom of the stairs, taking a quick look around. Nothing obviously wrong, fortunately, but lots of junk.

"Why are you so determined to help the young lady upstairs? Not that I'm of a mind to disagree with you."

You paused, half-turning to look at the man behind you. His eyes were curious at the moment, not quite shrewd.

"Let's just say I know how awful being an orphan can be," you said, turning away again and venturing further into the basement. It was all one large room, with shelving lining the walls and cloth-covered furniture crowding the space. "Kevva, how does anyone find anything in here?"

"With no shortage of difficulty and frustration, I imagine," Ezra said cheerfully. "And quite possibly no lack of colorful metaphors."

You barked out a laugh at that, shaking your head. "Colorful metaphors," you muttered, amused. 

“Are you actually looking for this supposed map?” Ezra asked. “Or are you just having a grand time exploring?”

“Exploring, mostly,” you answered easily. “I mean, who would keep a map in the basement? I’m pretty sure nobody’s been down here in years, look at the dust layered on everything.”

Ezra hummed, and when you turned he was right behind you, making you jump. “It would seem that we have some decisions to make, and unforeseen time in which to make them.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, side-stepping so you weren’t backed against the wall. “Such as?”

“The girl.” Ezra held up one hand to belay your protest. “I agree she is far too young to be in the midst of this dangerous situation, but if we are to help her, we need a plan.”

You nodded slowly. “I’d like to get her out of the house as soon as possible, but I realize that might not be possible with the other prospectors.”

“Indeed, they are unwilling to let anyone go anywhere until they have that map.” Ezra’s eyes gleamed a little at the mention of it. You felt a little uneasy - you had no interest in the map yourself. It could burn for all you cared. 

“I don’t think they’re going to find it here,” you admitted carefully. “If there even is a map. Damon wouldn’t have stashed it in the house. He would have kept it on him, or maybe left it somewhere safe.”

“Agreed.” Ezra spread his hands. “Then we are faced with the conundrum of what to do next.”

“Sneak out?” You weren’t really serious in suggesting that. It wouldn’t work. Not for long, anyway. And if the other prospectors thought you’d left with the map? They wouldn’t stop hunting you. 

“That won’t work and you well know it. You’re not a fool.” Ezra shifted to lean back against the wall next to you, separated by a couple feet of space. “No, we need a rather more… permanent plan.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” you asked, voice low. Your gaze darted to the staircase, just to make sure nobody was lingering there. 

“These folk are hard,” Ezra said with a shrug. “They are killers, the lot of them, and I do not doubt that they would have no qualms removing any obstacles in the way of their perceived wealth.” 

You sighed. You knew he was right, you’d seen it for yourself several times on the Green. That didn’t mean you had to like it.

“I don’t think murder is necessary,” you protested. “What if we just locked them in the basement and ran? They’d pick the lock eventually, but we could all just vanish. Pretty sure I’m the only one of us with anything resembling a permanent address.”

“That’s not much of a solution either,” Ezra said, shaking his head. “Now, dove, I understand this might be an uncomfortable reality, but reality it is.”

“Dove?” you asked, completely sidetracked even as you bristled a little. 

“Not the time,” Ezra protested. 

“I suppose you’d rather wait until we’re doing something rash,” you grumbled right back at him. 

You both froze when the doorbell rang. It felt like the whole house froze. There was no noise for ten long seconds, and then the doorbell rang again. All at once, you and Ezra were scrambling up the stairs to see what was going on. 

The other four prospectors all stood in front of the door, blocking your view. But you could hear Mikken growl something about someone not being home, then a polite reply. The polite person was let inside finally, and your eyes met across the room.

She was younger than you, although an adult, and cute. She looked like someone’s friend, dressed for a night in having fun.

And then Fero brought a pipe down across the back of her head. You closed your eyes a few moments too late. The blood would definitely haunt your dreams. 

“What the fuck?!” Felicia demanded.

“We couldn’t let her live,” Fero growled. “She saw us!”

“So killing her was the answer?” Felicia’s voice was steadily rising in both pitch and volume. 

“Idiot,” Inumon scoffed. 

“And what would you have done?” Fero challenged, puffing out his chest. He still had the pipe gripped tight in one hand. 

“Not let her in and not killed her,” Inumon said, narrowing her eyes at the blonde man. Her hands both drifted, one towards a strap on her thigh, the other towards the back of her pants. Weapons, undoubtedly. 

Mikken and Fero both started talking at the same time, which quickly escalated to yelling. Inumon had a dagger in her hand a moment later, steely eyes glaring down Fero. In response, Felicia pulled a little thrower and leveled it at Inumon, which prompted Fero to pull his weapon, which caused Mikken to pull his weapon. 

“Well now there’s no need for this all to go to bloodshed so quickly,” Ezra said, hands held loose and away from his body. You half-turned to glare at him, because clearly he was crazy. They had almost solved the problem themselves! “I’m quite certain we can arrange a more peaceful resolution to this little spat.”

“We need the map,” Mikken said, glaring at the blonde siblings. “Did you find anything in the basement?”

“No,” you answered before Ezra could. “Nothing’s been moved down there in years.”

Mikken scoffed. “Fine.” He settled his gaze on you. “The girl has nothing on her either?”

“No.”

Mikken was silent for a moment before he shifted his gaze to Inumon. “Kill her, then.”

“What?” Your jaw dropped for a moment before you hardened your resolve, stepping in Inumon’s way. “No.” 

“She’s useless to us,” Mikken spat. “She’s a liability now.”

“She wouldn’t be if you would stop killing people,” you shot back. 

“Easy,” Ezra muttered from close behind you, clearly trying to warn you off of doing anything stupid. Unfortunately for him, you already had a terrible track record of that.

Inumon stepped forward, into your space, and smirked. It was a smirk that just dared you to do something, even as she drew a thrower from the back of her belt.

So you did. You grabbed the arm with the thrower and shoved it up. The shot was loud that close to your ear, and the bullet lodged somewhere in the ceiling above you. Inumon snarled and raised the dagger instead.

Ezra jerked you backwards, his hands fisted in the back of your shirt. The chandelier came crashing down in between the two of you and the rest of the group, sending shards of glass everywhere. Fero and Felicia both yelled, and Inumon fell back with a shout of pain. You saw a quickly-reddening shard of glass sticking out of her shin. 

"Time to go," Ezra said, giving you another yank. The two of you booked it for the library, where Ezra pulled the key out of his pocket. You saw Inumon raise the knife again and pulled Ezra down out of the way, the solid thud of the knife meeting wood the sound of success to your ears.

You and Ezra sort of stumbled over each other into the library, and Ezra slammed the door shut and locked it again. You were both panting with the adrenaline high. 

"What just happened?" Cee asked, staring at you both. She sounded like she both did and did not want to know. 

"Your most ardent defender here seems to have either a death wish or a sincere desire for adrenaline," Ezra told her, leaning back against the door.

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered. "Important thing is we need to get out of here." 

"I foresee a slight problem with that," Ezra told you with a sigh. He nodded to the windows. Which had bars over them.

"Well, fuck," you sighed.

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Shake, Rattle and Roll 4

Chapter Four

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Summary: Escape attempts are not going well. At least you’re in good company. 

Warnings: No murder this chapter, but brief discussions of dead bodies, nothing explicit. More swearing (that should just always be a warning with me). 

Tags: @fandom-blackhole @pedrocentric @sarahjkl82-blog @giizhkens-cedar

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"We could find another way out," you offered, turning in a slow circle to survey the room. 

"If that were an option, that would be a grand idea," Ezra murmured, also surveying the room. "But I do not see anything so fortuitous as that." 

"Guys--" Cee started.

"I don't suppose you brought a weapon with you," Ezra half-asked you, turning to quirk one eyebrow at you.

"Course I did," you answered, mildly offended. "I've got a knife on me."

"That is less than ideal." Ezra hummed consideringly.

"Guys," Cee tried again.

"And you have a thrower with you, I suppose?" You shot back, starting to walk around the room.

"Of course I do, I am no starry-eyed optimist."

"Guys!" Cee glowered at both of you.

"Yeah, kiddo?"

Cee walked over to a giant portrait and pushed on one side. The portrait swung open.

"A hidden passage?" You couldn't keep the glee out of your voice if you tried. 

"Now how did you know about that, little bird?" Ezra asked, sounding impressed. 

Cee didn't answer verbally, just giving you both a look that clearly doubted your intelligence. She stepped through first, and you followed her immediately after. The light dimmed when Ezra closed the passage door after him. 

“Where does this go?” you asked Cee quietly, unsure how thick the walls were. You couldn’t hear much, but your heart was also pounding in your ears, so. 

“Kitchen,” she murmured back to you. For a moment, you let your heart just hurt at that. You’d have to pass the bodies again to get out. More than that, Cee would have to pass the body of her father. Ouch. 

“Doing okay, kid?” you murmured, making an effort to lower your voice further so Ezra wouldn’t overhear. It was likely a fruitless endeavour, but you could try. 

“Yeah, fine,” she muttered. You were less than convinced, but willing to put it off for now. There would be time later to discuss emotions and long-term plans and all of that. Or, there wouldn’t be, because you’d be dead. But if you were dead, you wouldn’t have to worry about all that!

Huffing at yourself, you shook your head and very nearly ran into Cee when she stopped suddenly. Ezra did bump into you with a murmured apology that contained about four times the amount of words it needed to. 

“Shut up,” Cee hissed at both of you. She pulled a lever--a meat hook?--on the wall and slowly pushed the hidden door open from the inside. There was no noise, but you gently pushed her out of the way so you could venture out first. Finally, you pulled your knife from the sheath hidden under your shirt, holding the knife with easy familiarity. Walking as lightly as you could, you moved through the kitchen, avoiding the pools of blood and the bodies. A very careful peek around the door into the hallway was enough to give you an update.

The other prospectors all stood in the hallway. Fero was attempting to kick the library door down, while Inumon and Mikken had stepped away and seemed to be conversing quietly. You couldn’t hear them, but they were angled towards each other, and you could see Inumon’s hands moving, short, sharp movements to accentuate whatever she was saying. 

Just as carefully, you moved back to the hidden tunnel. “All four of them are in the hallway,” you said, speaking quietly. “Fero’s still trying to get into the library. Mikken and Inumon are talking about something.”

Ezra shook his head a little. “Those two are dangerous,” he murmured. “I have heard tell of them when I was on the Green. They were known for their less than savoury dealings with other prospectors, and left more than one unwitting fool robbed blind or dead.”

“They’re still distracted,” you pointed out. “We can go while they’re busy. Cee, is there another way out of the kitchen?”

“Yeah,” Cee answered after a moment of thought. “There’s a service entrance.”

“Kevva this place is old,” you muttered. “Okay. That’s our exit. We should go now.” 

Before Ezra could protest, you ushered Cee out of the passageway, effectively putting yourself between her and the sight of the rest of the kitchen. A sharp glance from her told you that she was well aware of what you were doing, but you merely offered her a gentle smile. Softening some, Cee nodded, and stepped away, towards the service entrance. You kept pace with her, refusing to let her see the mess behind you. 

"Shit," Cee muttered, frowning at the door. 

"What?"

"It's locked."

Ezra sighed from behind you, causing both you and Cee to jump. "Of course the accursed door is locked," he grumbled. "Who would have the corresponding key?"

"The cook," Cee answered after a moment of hesitation. 

You dropped your head towards your chest, stifling the frustrated groan that wanted to escape. A hand cupped your shoulder gently, warm even through the material of your shirt.

"You stay here," he murmured to you. "I will handle the unpleasant business. Although I do beg you, if you hear trouble approaching, at least give me a chance to move."

"I'll do you one better if we're about to be discovered," you murmured. "Hurry up, I for one would like to go."

Ezra shot you a devil-may-care grin and turned away. You half-turned Cee, so she couldn't as easily see what was going on. 

"Okay, kiddo," you murmured. "Please tell me you don't need anything from here."

Cee shook her head. "No, nothing."

"Good." You took a deep breath. "Cee, I want you to stay here and don't look, okay? I need to go see where the others are, in case…" you trailed off, but you knew she understood. 

Cee's face screwed up like she was thinking or arguing. But then she blew out a puff of air and nodded. 

You shot her a smile and then made your way past Ezra to the doorway. The group had reconvened, speaking quietly to each other. No violence seemed imminent, at least. Nobody was looking towards the kitchen. They were definitely discussing something, but it didn’t seem too bad.

And then Inumon shot the door, twice. You flinched at the sudden noise, biting your lower lip to keep quiet. Inumon aimed one solid kick at the door, and you heard the thud as it hit the wall from opening so forcefully. 

“They’re in the library,” you reported to Ezra, keeping your voice down. “All four of them.” 

“I would call that fortuitous, except for one small problem,” Ezra murmured from right behind you. You jumped. “I cannot find the keys.”

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Shake, Rattle and Roll 6

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This is the last chapter! We just have the epilogue. Now, in true Clue fashion, you have two choices, so please let me know which one you like better!

Summary: This is how it could have ended.

Warnings: Murder, slightly more descriptive. A couple flesh wounds. Swearing.

Tags: @fandom-blackhole @pedrocentric @sarahjkl82-blog @giizhkens-cedar

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It took moments for footsteps to thunder into the greenhouse, and you headed back down the passageway. That would keep one of them busy, at least. You waited in the study for the next big distraction, which didn’t take long. There was another crash, and idly you wondered who broke what. This house was not lacking in pretty, decorative, utterly smashable baubles. 

Only one set of footsteps headed towards the library. You couldn’t help but grin. That part of the plan was a success, at least. You pulled your knife and left the study, looking carefully down the hallway. No sign of whoever was in the greenhouse. So you slipped into the library on silent feet, keeping a little hunched to make yourself a smaller target.

Mikken was alone in the library, his back to you, but only briefly. He was looking at the smashed window, but you knew that wouldn’t last long. You sped up, crouch-running up behind him, and slit his throat. 

He slid to the floor with a wet gurgle and was still. You took a controlled breath, in and out. Then another. Only Inumon left now. 

“That was very handily done, little dove,” Ezra spoke from behind you, making you jump. This man was a menace. “Then again, I may have to find a new moniker for you yet.”

“What?” you gasped, turning to look at him.

“That wasn’t particularly peaceable,” he told you with a smirk.

You gaped at him for a moment. “You got dove from, what, old Earth symbolism?”

He positively beamed. “I am impressed you know that! Not many do now.” He took a step closer to you, very much in your personal space. “I find myself more impressed with you all the time.”

“Apparently I’m impressive,” you told him, not quite sure if you were teasing or flirting or something else entirely. 

“Most assuredly so.” He dipped his head closer to you, his eyes sliding half-closed even as his gaze dipped briefly to the rest of you. You drew in a breath to answer (although you had no idea what you were going to say) before he kissed you. One of his hands cupped your cheek, holding you still. His lips were soft and not exactly gentle but not rude, either. It was probably honestly the best kiss you’d had in years. 

“Oh Kevva,” you heard Cee mutter, and then she tapped you both firmly on your shoulders. “Still one more murderer?”

“Yes, little bird,” Ezra murmured, pulling back enough to look at her. He looked a little annoyed now.

“She’s right,” you agreed, feeling your cheeks warm even as you took a half-step back. “We need to finish up here first, then we can…” You trailed off, making a vague gesture between yourself and Ezra.

He perked up at that. “Well, then, shall we?” He turned to the door and went rigid. You turned your head to see what was bothering him and also went still.

Inumon stood in the doorway, her face a snarl, her thrower out and pointed at Cee. 

“Woah now,” you murmured, stepping carefully to the side. One hand gently tangled into Cee’s shirt, starting to pull her backwards. “You don’t want to shoot her, she didn’t do anything. I killed him.”

The thrower immediately aimed at you instead. Inumon still didn’t say a word, and for a moment you wondered why she was hesitating. Then you thought about it.

“You’ve only got one bullet left.”

The snarl on her face deepened, twisted, turning to equal parts rage and acknowledgement. 

“That’s a six shooter,” you murmured, thinking it through out loud, for your own benefit as well as Ezra’s. “You shot once at me, which hit the chandelier. Two for the library door. And two for the blondes, which leaves one bullet left.”

“And you will get it,” Inumon finally spoke, her voice actually shaking with rage. She squeezed the trigger, Ezra and Cee both shouted something, and you stumbled backwards. Pain seared through your left arm, just below your shoulder. Somehow Inumon had missed a fatal shot.

Well. Assuming you didn’t bleed out.

There was another shot as Ezra fired at her. You didn’t even get a chance to watch, though, because Cee was in front of you, frantically grabbing you. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” she asked, eyes wide and frightened. This was probably more violence than she’d seen in her life. 

“I’ll be fine,” you gritted out, briefly screwing your eyes shut. Kevva, that hurt. “Got my arm. Probably not vital.” 

“Do you have a med kit?” Ezra asked, joining Cee at your side.

“Who was that aimed at?” you asked. Your eyes were still closed, so it was unclear, and you figured pain gave you an excellent excuse to be both distracted and snippy.

“You. Not here, of course, but at your place of residence.”

“‘Course,” you agreed, opening your eyes. “I’m prepped.”

“Good.” Ezra hesitated only a moment. “Then let us away and I will care for your wound, little dove.” 

You looked between him and Cee and something pulled in your chest. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Yeah, okay,” you agreed, voice quiet. “Let’s go.” 

That’s how it could have happened.

But how about this?

It took moments for footsteps to thunder into the greenhouse, and you headed back down the passageway. That would keep one of them busy, at least. You waited in the study for the next big distraction, which didn’t take long. There was another crash, and idly you wondered who broke what. This house was not lacking in pretty, decorative, utterly smashable baubles. 

Only one set of footsteps headed towards the library. You couldn’t help but grin. That part of the plan was a success, at least. You pulled your knife and left the study, looking carefully down the hallway. No sign of whoever was in the greenhouse. 

Movement from the kitchen caught your attention, and you watched Ezra creep down the hall, thrower in hand. He motioned you back, and you nodded and let him take point. You stayed out in the hallway instead, knife still clutched in your hand, watching for Inumon to reappear. 

A soft call of your voice got your attention, and you half-turned to watch Cee edge her way out of the kitchen towards you.

“You okay, kiddo?” you asked her quietly. 

“I’m fine. Are you?” She gave you a quick once-over.

“Yeah.” You shot her a reassuring smile, and then ushered her into the doorway of the study. That way she was protected, and you still had pretty good line of sight down the hallway. “We’re almost done here, kiddo. Then we’ll figure out what’s next for you. Okay?”

Cee nodded. She looked tired. No wonder, poor thing. It was late, even for you, and you couldn’t run on adrenaline alone forever. 

Movement down the hall caught your attention, and you carefully nudged Cee further back into the room. Inumon crept down the hallway, thrower in hand, looking around cautiously. You looked back towards the library - no Ezra yet. But Inumon was getting closer to the library, and you couldn’t let her sneak up on Ezra. You weren’t willing to risk Ezra’s life. 

So you crouched down low, still just barely leaning out of the doorway, watching as Inumon got closer to the library. And then you shouted.

“Ezra!”

Inumon whipped around, the thrower going off. You heard the bullet hit the gong behind you, and you hit the floor. There was a second shot, a third, and then a thud. 

“Dove!” Ezra hit the floor next to you on his knees, and you blinked up at him. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” you answered, getting up carefully. You didn’t get farther than sitting though before Ezra grabbed you, pulling you to him in a kiss. You settled quickly, one hand pressed to his cheek.

The moment was ruined by the second chandelier crashing to the ground in the entryway, making you and Ezra both jump. 

“How?” you muttered, staring at the ruined pile of crystal and metal.

“Inumon’s shot,” Cee guessed. “Must have ricocheted off the gong.”

You and Ezra both gave Cee appraising looks. Kid was way too smart for her own good. She frowned at you both and pointedly rattled the keys.

“Now can we go?”

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Shake, Rattle and Roll 5

We’re on to chapter 5 folks! Next chapter will be the last chapter, then the epilogue.

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Summary: More obstacles come between you and the end of this night. Then there were two more murders.

Warnings: Murder (non descriptive), swearing, the usual. 

Tags: @fandom-blackhole @pedrocentric @sarahjkl82-blog @giizhkens-cedar

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You wanted to bang your head against a wall. Or revive Damon to murder him again. Really, at this point, you weren’t too picky. 

“The cook didn’t have the keys.” You stated it plainly, just to make sure you understood correctly.

“Unfortunately that does seem to be the situation,” Ezra agreed. He sounded mildly put off. Mildly. 

You blew out a breath slowly, letting your cheeks puff out with the force of it. Okay. That’s okay, there were other doors in the house. Now that the four were in the library, you might be able to chance the front door. 

“The front door is similarly locked,” Ezra started, interrupting your thoughts. “I believe the girl implied the back door would be locked, as well.”

“Well this is a pickle,” you muttered, rocking your weight back and forth on your feet. “Okay. We need the keys to get out of here.” You met Ezra’s gaze and realized you were both thinking the same thing: Damon. 

“Searching for the keys will not bother me, dove, if you care to continue keeping watch,” he offered.

You hesitated and then nodded slowly. “Remind Cee not to look,” you muttered, half-imploring. 

“I will.” Ezra met and held your gaze for a few long moments before he dipped his head and turned away. You refocused your attention on the hallway, listening for any sign of the prospectors. A shout gave you some indication that they had discovered the empty library. The big question now was where would they go next? Continue searching room by room, or outside? Neither was a great option for you three, honestly. 

A hissed curse from Ezra drew your attention, and you shifted enough to look back at him. “What now?”

“No keys,” he growled, sounding frustrated. His hands were both clenched as he glowered down at the floor.

“What the fuck.” You kept your voice low but couldn’t keep the note of disbelief out of it. “Okay. Time for a new plan.” You hurried back to Cee. “Where else might the keys be?”

Cee shot you a bewildered look. “The study, maybe?” 

“Right.” You turned her carefully away from the bodies and guided her to the doorway. The other prospectors were still in the library, although you doubted they’d stay for long. “Study’s on this side of the library, if we book it I think we can make it.”

“It is a bold choice,” Ezra offered from behind you. 

“It’s our only choice.” You sighed. “Ready?”

The three of you booked it down the hall and into the study. Ezra shut the door exceedingly gently behind you all and flipped the lock, for all the good that would do. The three of you set to searching for the keys, quietly. Just in case anyone decided to check the study. 

“Found them,” Cee told you quietly, holding up the keys. An actual old-fashioned key ring with physical keys. You hadn’t seen one like that possibly ever. 

“Good job, kid,” you murmured to her, giving her a smile. “Now we need to figure out the best exit route.”

Ezra hummed as he joined your little conference. “The front is the clearest and closest exit,” he summed up. “The kitchen door is less visible, but requires us to cross the hallway again. The back door has much the same problem - we would have to cross their path without being seen.”

“Guess we need to know where they are, first,” you said, briefly tipping your head back to look at the ceiling. You were so sick of this, so ready to just go home. There was a reason you’d gotten out of the prospecting game. 

“I can go,” Cee offered.

“No,” was your immediate response.

“Not a chance, little bird,” came Ezra’s protest, a second after yours. 

“Cee, darling, the goal is to get you out of here alive,” you pointed out. “So no, you’re not going. I’ll go.” You stepped away from the two, towards the door. “Just wait here until I get back.”

Without waiting for a response, you unlocked the door and pulled it open slowly, peering out. Nobody in the hall. Good. You crept cautiously towards the library, peeking around the doorway just enough to peer inside. Nobody in there, either. Well, that was… not great. The longer you were out in the hallway, the worse your odds got. Your skin was already crawling with nerves. 

A noise in the kitchen got your attention, and you crept that way, keeping low and walking as silently as you could. You paused in the hall outside the kitchen, listening. 

“Found it,” Mikken grunted from inside. 

“Show us,” Felicia demanded. 

You carefully looked around the doorframe to see what they were talking about, just in time to see Inumon pull her thrower and shoot the two blondes. They both fell, dead before they hit the floor. 

“Two down,” Mikken rumbled with satisfaction, holding up a piece of paper for Inumon to see. “Three to go.” 

You didn’t wait to see more. You just made for the study again as fast as you could, heart pounding. You knew what Mikken meant now, and it was really not good for you. 

“We’ve got a problem,” you told the other two immediately after slipping into the study.

“More?” Ezra asked, lips quirking wryly. 

“Inumon killed the two blondes,” you told them. “And it looks like Mikken found the map. They’re coming after us next. Pretty sure they don’t want anybody alive to point fingers or go after them.” 

Ezra blew out a breath. “That is indeed a slight problem,” he agreed. 

“Slight?” you shot back, incredulous. 

“But we have the keys,” Cee said, looking between the two of you. “We can go.” 

“We can, but there is no guarantee they will not come after us,” Ezra told her gently. 

You hushed them both when you heard movement in the hallway, and all three of you sneaked over to the door to listen.

“Why are we moving this one?” Inumon asked, sounding grumpy. 

“Might as well keep the entryway tidy,” Mikken grunted. There was some shuffling, another grunt, and then more shuffling. You and Ezra exchanged baffled looks. Cee cracked the door open enough to see, and you craned your neck to see over her head.

Inumon and Mikken were carrying the body of the woman Fero had killed. They were headed for the kitchen.

Well. Keep the entryway tidy, indeed. 

They weren’t going to take long at that, and you all needed an exit strategy, stat. Preferably before the murderous prospectors started doing a room-by-room search. 

“If we can lure them upstairs I think we can outrun them,” you whispered. 

“A mighty fine idea, except for two small points of contention,” Ezra whispered back. “The first being how to lure them upstairs in the first place, and the second being the small fact that they know our names and faces, dove.”

“So we’re back to your plan?” you hissed. “Kill them?”

“Before they kill us, preferably,” Ezra confirmed. He still sounded quite placid about all of this. Not that your hands were exactly clean, either, but you still had feelings about plotting murder. 

“You should separate them,” Cee offered.

You and Ezra both stilled. It wasn’t a bad idea, really. One on one would be easier to take them, probably. You knew Inumon was armed, and it was highly likely Mikken was as well. And while you were still not crazy about the idea of killing them, well… They were out to kill you. And Cee. There was no way you were letting them kill Cee. 

“I don’t know that they’ll separate now,” you spoke slowly, thinking out loud more than anything. “They’re close to their goal, it makes sense for them to search together.”

“Unless they are so consumed by the sight of their goal that they become sloppy,” Ezra murmured, eyes flicking rapidly between you and Cee. 

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, watching him. He was definitely plotting something, and you’d rather like some heads up before he pulled anything. 

Ezra hesitated a moment. “If we can get them to believe that we have split up, they will do the same,” he said. “They will believe us to be easier targets singly than together.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you murmured. “Okay. I can go throw something up the stairs, you can circle back around to the library?”

“And duck through the hidden corridor to make my timely escape,” Ezra agreed. “Cee, are there any other such hidden treasures in this house?”

“Yes, actually.” Cee walked over to the fireplace and pushed hard. Part of the wall folded inwards, showing another corridor.

“Where does this one go?” you asked, peering down it. Nope, too dark, can’t see.

“To the greenhouse.” 

“There’s a greenhouse?” You couldn’t help but be momentarily distracted. No, greenhouse later, distracting the murderers first. Wait. No. Greenhouse first. Your lips pulled in a grin. “I’ll go to the greenhouse. Cee, stick with Ezra. I’ll go make a nice big noisy distraction.” You grinned, bouncing a little on your toes. Was this nuts? Yeah, a bit. But your adrenaline was going, and this was a great idea. Absolutely fantastic. 

Except for the part where you could possibly get killed, but hey, that was the theme of the night. 

You stepped into the hidden passage, walking carefully along it. When you got to the other end, it took you a moment to find the level to pull, and then you very carefully peered around. There was no movement in the greenhouse. No lights either. That made all this slightly more difficult. 

It only took stubbing your toe to find a suitable object. A big empty vase was sitting on a pedestal (the one that attacked your foot), and you hefted it carefully. Yup. That would do, one way or another. Turning to the nearest wall, you eyed the glass. It looked like glass. If it was anything more sturdy, well, the vase shattering on the floor would do nicely as well. 

Giving the vase one more heft, you threw it as hard as you could at the glass, which shattered with a magnificently loud noise on impact. And then you ran for the passageway, shoving the door closed behind you again, you heart hammering in your ears.