AAH! I am dying of suspense (not literally, already dead, stupid anaconda) but I am getting my suspicions. 

Gah! THE SUSPENSE. Is what's cool about this Ski-Lodge!!!

"ubco!" What? You were abducted by someone name Co? I must have my revenge! No one dares to abduct my Frederic!!!!

Oh, I didn't know it was that suspenseful! Oh, btw, looking back at this, I totally forgot about MewFour, Amber's AE!!! Sorry!!!

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Day 11 ~ A few hours later, the CBers awoke to a bright and sunny morning. It wasn't too hot, and a gentle breeze grazed the atmosphere. Outside, birds chirped happily to welcome the day.

"It's too nice to get murdered," sighed Leafmist as she awoke. But as rubbed her eyes and yawned, she look all around her and gasped in horror.

Everything in her bedroom was a mess. Her lamp was knocked over, the dresser draws were hanging out on their hinges, and clothes were draped everywhere. Not to mention other of her belongings were spread out on the floor.

She opened her mouth to let out a scream.

"Mine, too!" shouted Amber, rushing down the stairs.

"Who could do this?" asked Emerald, hopping down the steps. "Ow, and what's with the glass?" She stepped over a shard. "Heh, looks like someone fixed herself."

"We been ransacked!" I exclaimed.

"Who could do such a thing?" asked Elvina.

"The murderer!" replied ThePersonWhoWritesNotes. "Which isn't me or Chinchilla."

"This can't go on," said Owlgirl. "We should either leave this place now or get the killer before they get us."

"We can't leave," argued Pellucid. "The murderer will still be with us, and we won't know who they are."

"Right," I said, "and I think I know where to look."

"No . . . ," gasped Shadow Dragon. "Not the circus. NOT THERE ARE YOU CRAZY?! THAT's LIKE ASKING TO BE KILLED!!!"

The room went silent, until Sir Galahad mumbled, "Nuwg."

"Not unless we get them first," explained Joan.

----

So, the CBers decided to check out the circus first, to see if the killer might be hiding out there. The tent was big, with vertical stripes the colors of red, yellow, and orange. A small flag waved on top. Instead of having a warm, welcoming feeling like most circuses, it emitted an onimous sense of dread and fear.

When we reached the entrance, just a flap, Poetic Panda suddenly stopped. "Okay, who wants to run away in the opposite direction?"

"We can't let the murderer run free," reminded Phantom N.

She groaned. "Fine."

Staying in front of them, I slowly and cautiously pushed back the flap with my hand, having no idea what to expect. And I swear I could hear Alfred Hitchcock music playing somewhere.

Chinchilla and Joan wielded their swords, Elvina showed her pocketknife, Pellucid announced Aquina's trident, and MewFour hid her face in a purple cloak. 

When we were all at the ready to defend ourselves from a viscious killer, we when saw a much calmer scene. 

In the middle of the big room, there were trampolines and tall poles connected my thin wires. There were flaming hoops and agile acrobats.

"They must be practicing," whispered Amber.

"Let's go sit down and watch," I suggested. 

We walked over to the bleachers that circled the area and plopped down. Even though they were still watching, the CBers with weapons had them at the ready. 

"I don't see any clowns . . . ," noted Leafmist.

"There should be some," I said.

Soon, there were. People in colorful costumes and red noses came out into the circle and began performing different tricks, like the other stage people.

----

We watched them unnoticed for a few hours, until they finally decided to pack up for the night. As they exited the tent, we were had almost forgotten about the murderers.

"Wow," said Pellucid. "They were so good!"

"And so funny," giggled Owlgirl, laughing.

"And hey," added Shadow Dragon, "NONE OF THE CLOWNS KILLED US!"

"You're right!" I exclaimed. "We could be safe!"

"Woo!" the CBers cheered.

"Well," I said, "now we can focus on finding out who it is. Let's go back to the bounce house and dig around for clues."

We left the circus tent and started walking back, non worrying about death or murderers or killer clowns.

ThePersonWhoWritesNotes was unfortunately trailing behind, a bit slower than the others, as she scribbled stuff in a notebook.

Suddenly, a short mime, dressed in black and white, sneaked up on her and tapped her on the shoulder.

She whipped her head around. "Who's there?" 

The mime, was of course very unwilling to talk. But they smiled big and motioned their hands behind their back, as if the were about to pull something out.

As ThePersonWhoWritesNotes stared at them with curiousity, they whipped out a folded cloth and quickly pressed it against her mouth. Chinchilla's AE struggled as she tried to get the chemicalized cloth off her mouth, but the mime was too strong. 

Soon, the counterpart grew too tired and weak while she fell to the ground. She was still alive, but the last thing she remembered was the mime placing a big sack over her, then dragging her away. 

Wait-I'm a BUNNY!?!?!? I guess I was never intended to be a bunny, but- IT'S AWESOME!!!!!! *Hops around experimentally*  

Me~ Emerald is actually a person with green hair, but she is very content with being a bunny for this ski lodge. :) 

AHHHHHHHHWATCHOUTDUCK- *distant pie smash* PUCK!!!!!!!

Puck's Ghost: *Looks innocent* What? What did I do?

Me: *Sighs* Puck, you're such the prankster.

@Everyone in this ski lodge: You guys do know that Chinchilla is not the only one who wields a sword, right? I also have a sword, and so does Sir Galahad, my CAPTCHA.

Sir Galahad: *Grunts*

Other than that, this is getting so exciting!!! Keep going Novelist!!!  

Ahem ahem! The last day!

Day 12 ~

"Heh-hello?" 

ThePersonWhoWritesNotes turned her head all around, trying to see in the dim lighting, which only came from the moon high above. "Where am I?"

The murderer slunk out from the dusty shadows. "Oh, I've been wondering when you'd awake."

The AE drowsily opened her eyes. "Wha-what? It's you?! But how! Why! I can't believe it!"

The killer laughed. "Oh why thank you."

"Why am I here?" She tried to wiggled around and realized she was tied to a chair, unable to move her arms or legs. 

"First, you're at the bottom of the pit we found you in." The killer began to circle her, like a shark preying on a helpless fish. "Second, I want your notebook."

She looked at them curiously. "You want my what?"

"Your book. You must keep the secrets of boundless knowledge in there. You write notes about everything. Sadly, I couldn't find it in the bounce house. So I had to go to exetreme lengths to get it from you. Hand it over, now." The last word was spoken with terror and drama, sending shivers up their victim's spine.

"No," she said stubbornly, straighting herself. "You can't have it."

"Oh yeah? If you don't give it to me, I will be forced to blow you up." They chuckled. "Of course, I was already gonna do it to the portal, but I didn't expect you accompanying it."

The laughed a laugh as cold and hard as concrete, then walked off, grabbing holding of the rope and climbing back to the surface of the construction site.

ThePersonWhoMakesNotes looked below her chair and saw a big, black box, with a several blinking lights, a bunch of wires, and a flashing timer. It was counting down from an hour. 

---- 

Once the CBers got back from the circus, and somehow survived, they immediately began cleaning up the bounce house. 

"Eh," said Pellucid. "Cleaning isn't really my thing." She lounged around lazily, watching the others bend down and pick stuff up.

"Me, neither," groaned Emerald. "Hey, are therer any more exciting things to do around here, other than petting zoos, circuses, and roller coasters?"

"Well . . ." I said hesitantly, "there's an illusion house. You know, with mirrors and fake people and hidden passages."

"Oh cool!" Emerald said excitedly. She hopped up and down.

"Hey, why don't we go give it a visit?" Pellucid looked down at the bunny as she stood up.

"Sure!" The two winked at each other and headed out the door.

"Man," said Phantom N., "what is it with AE's?"

Mrs. Elton shot him a look, who was tediously, folding  strewn clothes up.

I shrugged. "Good question." 

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I'm breaking this up because I have to eat and I dont want it to be erased if my browser reloads.

I'm sorry, but I can't continue the post :( I now have been interrupted by something else, and I can't write well when I'm rushed, so I have to wait. >.<

Note: My notebook?! YOU DASTARDLY MURDERER! THAT HAS PRIVATE INFORMATION IN IT! I WILL NEVER HAND IT OVER!! Just think what the murderer could do with it!!! *Gasps* Why, the world would be in chaos if he/she looked in it! (Not to mention all the embarassing thing's I've written in it.) Oh no!!

~ThePersonWhoWritesNotes 

WOAHWAOHWOAH!! ThePersonWhoWritesNotes, calm down! Wait a second... if you're my AE...then... then wouldn't I know if you died? (I imagine ThePersonWhoWritesNotes as a guy.)

Note: Strange, how would the murderer know that? 

~ThePersonWhoWritesNotes

I HAVE NO IDEA. SERIOUSLY. THE REASON WHI I'M SPEAKING LIKE THIS IS BECAUSE THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON IS STUCK. ONE MOMENT PLEASE. *wHACKS BUTTON WITH HER FIDDLE.* Oh good, it worked.

"pubb!" Sure we can go to the pub!

"bear?" No way are you drinking alcohol! 

Hopefully I can post tonight, but I just wanna say: Your AE can't disable the bomb because he's tied down to a chair. And the bomb's underneath.

Okay let's wrap this up!

Day 12, continued ~ As Amber cleaned up the living room, a shiny onject beneath the swiveling recliner caught her eye. She bent down and shoved her arm underneath--then pulled it back out with it clutching a smartphone.

"Hey!" she called. "I think I found something!"

The other CBers rushed to her side. "Isn't that Joss's phone?" said Leafmist.

I nodded. "Sure is. And it's still on the camera app."

While the other kids hovered anxiously over her shoulder, Ambered tapped the screen and a blurry, fuzzy, drakened picture appeared. 

"Is that the murderer?" asked Poetic Panda.

"Yep," replied Amber. "Darn, too bad it's so . . . badly taken." 

"Can you sharpen it?" I questioned.

She shook her head sadly. "Not really." She tapped on the screen again, and we all stared closely at the photo Joss took with her last few breaths of life.

"Wait," said Elvina, "I can barely make out--" She squinted and gasped.

"Green," whispered Amber. "There's green."

---

"Pellucid," asked Emerald, "have you ever been in this kinda of place?"

The glass AE shook her head. "Nope."

"Oh," responded the bunny, "well, this can be, uh, a new experience. I've been to several of these."

The two stood in front of the large, black building. It had no windows, and the only visible door was at the front, with a hypnotizing eye plastered on it. The eye's pupil was a large swirl, constantly moving, as if it were confused for all eternity.

"Whoa," mumbled Pellucid.

"Okay, let's go!" Emerald pushed open the door, and they were suddenly submerged in darkness, with the only light coming from outside. They entered through a long, black tunnel, and had to touch the sides to balance themselves.

"Ah," said Emerald, "there is light up ahead!" She hopped forward, and came to a large room. There was a small chadelier hanging from the ceiling above, but the many walls were covered in mirrors. Even the floor was a big, circular mirror. The room had nothing else except glass mirrors.

"You should like this."

"Actually," said Pellucid, "this is kinda freaking me out. Maybe we should go back?"

The bunny sighed and smiled. "If you insist." They went back through the tunnel and to the door, but when they were about to exit, it suddenly slammed closed in their faces.

"WHOA!" exclaimed the bunny. "Are we trapped?" 

Her companion nodded as she tried pushing and pulling on the door. "I'm afraid so. It's sealed shut somehow."

"The murderer is at work! I can't believe she could be so ruthless!" Emerald paced the floor. "Well, I guess we have to find our way out." They went back to the room of mirrors.

It felt as if they were going to be trapped there forever, and it increased the spookiness as they saw tens of themselves staring back at them. Imitading and copying their exact moves, like a haunting ghost.

"There has to be a secret area or lever or something," said Pellucid. She banged on each wall while her reflection banged back. "Wait . . . one of them . . ." She went back and banged on them again. "One of them doesn't have a reall wall in the way." She went to the middle one. "This has a secret passage behind it!" 

"Great," said Emerald gloomily, "now we just need a way to open--"

"There." The glass mirror in front of her swiveled back, revealing another black tunnel.

"Brilliant!" The furry AE quickly hopped forward and disappeared into the darkness

"You didn't even ask how I did it," muttered Pellucid, rolling her eyes.

---

Several minutes later, they had passed through many illusions, including wax figures that flailed fake weapons, a place full of fake and deceiving mummies, and a room that appeared to constantly be moving.

Finally, they found themselves in a place with a few fake candles, but they were suspended on purple platforms hanging in the air. They were different lengths and sizes, with large spaces in between each one. 

"Whoa," mumbled Pellucid.

"You can say that again." Emerald  stared around them. Their voices bounced off of high walls, and the candles emitted a strange, flickering light that cast eerie shadows.

Here, the murderer saw its chance. She looked at the other, and came up with an idea. Her plan was foiled before, but the other knew too much. She had to be eliminated--somehow.

The killer began to jump down from each platform, agile as a cat. She beckoned the other to follow her, and she did. 

---

I'll have to post-pone again. Because I have been interrupted. Again. >:( I'll try to finish when I get back. Again.

I SHALL GET THIS DONE TONIGHT!!!!!!!! 

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Day 12, continued ~ Back at the bounce house, the others began to worry. 

"Wow!" exclaimed Poetic Panda. "Is that who I think it is?"

"I don't know," answered Amber, "but I do know there's no doubt it'll try to kill again."

"We should go look for them," said Leafmist. "It's getting too late. Pellucid and Emerald have been gone for thirty minutes already."

I nodded. "She's right. We have to get to that illusion house before another AE ends up dead!"  

--- 

Gathering up courage and some supplies, the CBers quickly raced from the bounce house to the illusion one, place of darkness and confuzzledness and mystery.

"Great," I said once we were standing at the hypnotizing eye door, "I just remembered that I have no idea how to get through this place. And we don't have much time to stumble through it." I groaned sadly.

"Wait," said Shadow Dragon, "I have an idea!" She turned to Phantom N. "Since you're a ghost, can you float through walls?"

"One," he responded, "I am a ghostly humanoid. Two, I've never done it before, but I can try." He tested the waters by slowly pressing his hand against the door; and thinking hard about being invisible, it went right through. All that could be seen from our side was a wrist.

"Okay, it looks like I can."

"Hey," said Joan a bit irritatedly as she watched him pass through the bleak building, "if you can float like that, why couldn't you fly up and save Puck?"

"Floating," he said as his head went through, "is different than flying." 

---

While we anxiously waited outside to hear of some word that the assumed-victim was still alive, Phantom N. made his way through the ominous building. He passed up the room full of mirrors, the dummies, the mummies, and several other weird obstacles. Finally, he noticed the flickering of fake candles.

"Hello?" he called, stepping through the purple platforms.

"Oh great!" whined the murderer as they watched the other AE slowly jump from one platform to another. They deviously rubbed their paws together. "Let's speed this up, shall we?" The killer hopped up to its victim and swiftly pushed her over the edge. "Oops!"

There was a loud scream, but instead of landing on solid, hard, deadly ground, the victim landed in a pit full of tiny, bouncy balls. She sighed, relieved.

The murderer gasped, but before it could do anything else, it found herself being toppled over by Phantom N., who grabbed it, but then slipped, and they both went tumbling down into the ball pit.  

The killer, determined to get away with their crimes, hopped out of the ball pit and raced for the back door, which was disguised as a cardboard box. Right when they put a paw on it, it swung open and light streamed in, along with the angry and surprised expressions of the other CBers. 

"EMERALD?!" they yelled in unison.

"How could you?!" exclaimed Poetic Panda.

"You killed Puck!" Joan stamped her foot on the ground.

"And Mirax!" added Mrs. Elton.

"Yup," said Phantom N., climbing out of the ball pit, "she's the murderer."

"But-but," stammered Chinchilla, "you're a bunny!"

"NO!" screamed Emerald, losing it. "I am not a bunny! I am a rabbit! Most people think of us as pesky rodents that eat gardens! Well I do like eating gradens! But I am not pesky! I'm not even a rodent! I'm a lagomorph!" She said all this with a fury in her eyes. "For years, we have have been disrespected! Hunted! Eaten!"

She pointed dramatically at me. "YOU! You, an animal lover, should understand! How can you let this inhumane treatment go unpunished?!"

I shrugged. "But it's not worth killing people over--"

"Quiet! My plan was brilliant! I was going to get my revenge by destroying the naive AE's, then take over the Amusement Park and trap all of you here! Of course I had to get rid of Jarvis first. He knew too much. And then, my plans were changed! Chinchilla arrived, and I realized ThePersonWhoWritesNotes knows all of the secrets to the universe! After you discovered the portal here, I was gonna blow it up, and then build another where you couldn't find it! And then, with my army of killer bunnies, I was gonna TAKE OVER ALL THE DIMENSIONS!"  

She paused long enough to take a deep breath.

"Wow," commented Leafmist, clapping sarcastically, "that plan was smart, insane, and totally diabolical."

"Yes," added Amber. "It all makes sense now. Emerald, being around robotics so much, would be an expert of bombs, and she put on an excellent act of sadness when her sane counterpart died."

"Oh yes," replied Emerald with a smirk. "Ultron was famed for wanting to take over the world, but what about me?" She paused and stared at us. "Now if you excuse me, I'm clearly out-numbered, so I should make my getaway." She waved quickly, and in a flash, was hopping towards the bounce house.

"Catch her!" I yelled. "We can't let her get away!"

--- 

We ran after her, but being very fast, she was inside the bounce house minutes before we were.

"Okay," I said, trying to catch my breath, "she may have traps planned, so be wary--" I opened the doors, but instead of traps, we entered into something even more dangerous.