Part four: http://mcpz.net/index.php?threads/murder-mansion-pt-3.10678/
Unknown POV-
I spot him ahead, leaping from my hiding place towards him. The rock I jump off make a crunching sound as I launch off it. I spot his ears prick up as I leap onto his back. My knife makes a splinching sound as I tear it out of its holder, bringing the blade on the underside of his chin. His body collapses like a dropped sack of potatoes, onto the gravelled path. 2 down, 6 to go...
Aaron POV-
After thorougly checking out the mysterious, church-like building (and finding another emerald), I decided it wasn't interesting anymore and wanted to leave. There were two exits I had found, the one I came in through and a solid iron door, however I couldn't find out how to open it, Stupid British machines... I had thought.
Walking through the wooden doors, my eyes widen. I stop in shock before blinking a few times to check that i wasn't hallucinating. Avent was lying on the path, surrounded by a pool of red blood, contrasting with his blue self. I stumble forward a few steps before dropping to my knees and placing my hand on his arm...
Still warm, I think to myself. The murderer must still be near...
Once again, my eyes widen, but this time to the sudden realization that I could get killed really soon.
I bounce to my feet, before leaping off into the wild forest on my left. Hopefully the murderer went the other way...
I bound blindly in the thick foliage, nearly tripping over myself once more. I curse myself silently, This suit is vintage, it would not do to dirty it...
I can't say how long I'd been running, but finally I came short of a broken cobble wall, surrounded by moss and little bugs. Pearing around the wall through a crack, I spot a dark silhouette.
"Who's there?" A feminine voice came from the figure. Drat, I hadn't been quiet enough.
"Just me." Came my reply, realizing there's no point in hiding. As I walk towards the figure, I quickly glance around at my surroundings in case I want to make a quick escape. Headstones littered the small yard, so I quickly concluded I was in a grave yard.
I stop a few meters away from the person, her hair covering most of her face. However when I come close, she pulls her hair back; Caitlyn.
"Hey Aaron." She said warily, glancing up and down at my muddy attire.
"Hey to you too, Miss Cait."
"Don't call me that." She glares her eyes at me and I raise my eyebrows.
"Watcha gonna do, stab me?" I grin at her.
Caitlyn rolls her eyes mockingly, "No. I have a gun." She pulls out an iron gun from her holster and points it towards me. "Is that good enough?" She opens her eyes innocently.
I narrow my eyes at her, "Perfect." I spat out through my gritted teeth.
"Now..." Caitlyn taps her chin thoughtfully, "How can I tell you aren't the murderer..."
I think hard, but come up with nothing. A few seconds pass and I can tell she won't be still for long.
"Well I'll show you." I reply, nearly stuttering.
I kneel down, smirking inwardly as she straightens up on the headstone she was lying on. I swing my bag off my shoulders, placing it on the floor in front of me. I open up the clasp and pretend to rustle through my stuff, occasionally adding a "where is it".
Just before I could feel her impatience run out, I grab ahole of a rock between me and my bag, so that she can't see it. "Aha," I say "Found it."
I straighten up, concealing the rock behind my bag as she questions suspiciously, "What? What is it?"
Quicker than a snake, I launch the rock at her and spin away. I hear a squeal behind me then a thud as the rock lands somewhere between the gravestones. I run fast between the broken wall, and onto a narrow pathway, surrounded by trees.
Behind me I hear an angry shout, before a shot fires. My eyes widen as I see the bullet fly past me landing into the trunk of a nearby tree, yet I don't stop. I run further, out of range as her gun reloads, before she can shoot again.
I keep runnung, running towards the unknown.
Unknown POV-
I spot him ahead, leaping from my hiding place towards him. The rock I jump off make a crunching sound as I launch off it. I spot his ears prick up as I leap onto his back. My knife makes a splinching sound as I tear it out of its holder, bringing the blade on the underside of his chin. His body collapses like a dropped sack of potatoes, onto the gravelled path. 2 down, 6 to go...
Aaron POV-
After thorougly checking out the mysterious, church-like building (and finding another emerald), I decided it wasn't interesting anymore and wanted to leave. There were two exits I had found, the one I came in through and a solid iron door, however I couldn't find out how to open it, Stupid British machines... I had thought.
Walking through the wooden doors, my eyes widen. I stop in shock before blinking a few times to check that i wasn't hallucinating. Avent was lying on the path, surrounded by a pool of red blood, contrasting with his blue self. I stumble forward a few steps before dropping to my knees and placing my hand on his arm...
Still warm, I think to myself. The murderer must still be near...
Once again, my eyes widen, but this time to the sudden realization that I could get killed really soon.
I bounce to my feet, before leaping off into the wild forest on my left. Hopefully the murderer went the other way...
I bound blindly in the thick foliage, nearly tripping over myself once more. I curse myself silently, This suit is vintage, it would not do to dirty it...
I can't say how long I'd been running, but finally I came short of a broken cobble wall, surrounded by moss and little bugs. Pearing around the wall through a crack, I spot a dark silhouette.
"Who's there?" A feminine voice came from the figure. Drat, I hadn't been quiet enough.
"Just me." Came my reply, realizing there's no point in hiding. As I walk towards the figure, I quickly glance around at my surroundings in case I want to make a quick escape. Headstones littered the small yard, so I quickly concluded I was in a grave yard.
I stop a few meters away from the person, her hair covering most of her face. However when I come close, she pulls her hair back; Caitlyn.
"Hey Aaron." She said warily, glancing up and down at my muddy attire.
"Hey to you too, Miss Cait."
"Don't call me that." She glares her eyes at me and I raise my eyebrows.
"Watcha gonna do, stab me?" I grin at her.
Caitlyn rolls her eyes mockingly, "No. I have a gun." She pulls out an iron gun from her holster and points it towards me. "Is that good enough?" She opens her eyes innocently.
I narrow my eyes at her, "Perfect." I spat out through my gritted teeth.
"Now..." Caitlyn taps her chin thoughtfully, "How can I tell you aren't the murderer..."
I think hard, but come up with nothing. A few seconds pass and I can tell she won't be still for long.
"Well I'll show you." I reply, nearly stuttering.
I kneel down, smirking inwardly as she straightens up on the headstone she was lying on. I swing my bag off my shoulders, placing it on the floor in front of me. I open up the clasp and pretend to rustle through my stuff, occasionally adding a "where is it".
Just before I could feel her impatience run out, I grab ahole of a rock between me and my bag, so that she can't see it. "Aha," I say "Found it."
I straighten up, concealing the rock behind my bag as she questions suspiciously, "What? What is it?"
Quicker than a snake, I launch the rock at her and spin away. I hear a squeal behind me then a thud as the rock lands somewhere between the gravestones. I run fast between the broken wall, and onto a narrow pathway, surrounded by trees.
Behind me I hear an angry shout, before a shot fires. My eyes widen as I see the bullet fly past me landing into the trunk of a nearby tree, yet I don't stop. I run further, out of range as her gun reloads, before she can shoot again.
I keep runnung, running towards the unknown.
