*Starts chanting* NEW PART! NEW PART! NEW PART!

NEW PART! NEW PART! NEW PART!

NEW PART! NEW PART! NEW PART!

NEW PART! NEW PART! NEW PART!

*Danishes! Danishes! Danishes! Dan-whyy aree youu alll strn attt meee?* 

Day 10

Rosebud sat in the cell of her prison, thinking dismal gloomy thoughts and wondering how all her hair was still in her head. She thought about Hazel, who had been forced to run in a treacherous maze. Gared, lowered over a well, and dropped. Stan, who ate a poisonous strawberry. Cardinal, turned into bird-burger. Daisy and Beth, possesed. Bolton, killed by possesed Beth and Daisy. Daisy and Beth, dead for some reason nobody knew. Fia, stabbed. The Artist, eaten by sharks. Raven, pushed from a slide. Arwen,- Arwen? What happened to Arwen? Rosebud pondered this, and as she was doing so a large hammer popped up over her head. Invisible arms swung the hammer, and Rosebud dodged. A saw appeared. Then a pair of nunchucks. And finally, a vial of tetrodotoxin. Rosebud's extensive knowledge of poison helped her-sort of. She knew that she had to stay conscious lest she be injected, or force-fed. A pair of scissors cut through the air. Rosebud dodged again. a giant liberty bell was thrown at her head. She ducked. Then, a gel-like substance was hurled at her. Rosebud tried to duck again, but she was too slow and the gel hit her. It began to cover her face, inching along her skin. It feel smooth and cold.

Arwen was dealing with her own problems. She was underwater-underwater(?)-and yet still breathing. Her limbs were frozen, and Arwen tumbled about spinning in the unknown substance. Her skin was beginning to turn blue, and her consciousness was fraying. Darkness threatned to take her once more. Arwen fnally let go of her final scrap of being, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Rosebud felt the gel slowly cover the rest of her body, and come together at her clavicle. he was inflating. Turning into a bubble. A gel bubble. Could the bubble be popped? Was she the bubble, or did it only surround her? And what would happen if the bubble was popped? Would she, too, pop? What a confusing way to die, thought Rosebud. You'd think that her fate could at least be with something simpler like poison. Through her cloudy vision, she saw somebody- the murderer, probably- coming at her. A needle was in their hand, along with the vial. Ever so slowly the murderer plunged the contents of the vial into the needle. Tested it, and let a little poison drip. Sharpened the needle. Grabbed a cotton swab and covered it with the stuff that is used on you at the doctor's before you get a shot. Rubbed the apparently solid Rosebud bubble with it. drew a little x on the place where she was to be injected. Sharpened the needle, until it broke. And then they started ALL. OVER. AGAIN! Got a new needle. Slowly sharpened it. And just as they were about to plunge it in to Rosebud? They ran off, and appeared with another poison. Considered it. Ran off to return it to it's original place. Walked back slowly, only to discover that they had left the needle somewhere else. Rosebud felt like screaming as they slowly walked off. Slowly walked back. Held up the needle. And finally slowly pushed it into Rosebud. And then, they used the plunger to release a small amount of the poison. Push. Pause. Push. Pause. Push. Pause. They released the rest of the poison. Rosebud's last few minutes of existance were torture. Fire coursed through her veins. Her heart pumped out not blood but molten metal. With a last painful breath, Rosebud died.

Arwen woke up. She was in a sort of tube. A vial. Underwater, and breathing. Just to be dramatic, she-

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And that, folks, is how to have the murderer play with their victims! I know I probably made several typos and spelled a few things wrong, and probably forgot to type a word. Sorry!

-Pepper Star   

Oh my. Eek. I wonder who will be killed next. 

Sorry I kind of abandoned this, I went to guess where again. (Guess.)

Day 10 (part 2)

Arwen regained consciousness at last. She was removed from her cell, into a prison splattered with blood. She was served cold liver soup that was almost inedible. And her fainting had taken it's toll. She now suffered from a demon headache. And there was nothing to do but wait. 

Within a few hours, Arwen knew Rosebud was dead almost immediately. Icy, while being forced to torture Arwen, told her the whole story. Millimeters of her ice powers were being drained from her body to make a gel substance that would turn people into a bubble. She had been forced to watch Rosebud die on a security camera that watched over the whole ship. And Arwen was next. But she wouldn't be killed in the same way. Icy had told her she would try to help Arwen escape.

The plan was to knock out the murderer, run through the ship, and get to safety where the murderer would be revealed.

The only question was, would it work?

Day 10 (part 3)

Escape was sure to come soon. Arwen had a big stick. Icy had a dagger. What could go wrong? Everything. And it did.

The second the murderer came in the room, Icy threw her dagger. It missed. The murderer ecame aware of the plan and a loud fight ensued. (Thankfully for the murderer, AE's were blasting No More John Trumbull.) The murderer swung a double bladed sword, while Arwen blocke it with her walnut club. Icy tackled the murderer from behind, and instead ended up getting smashed against the wall. The murderer drew a flamethrower from inside their cloak. Arwen swung with her club, which found it's mark-only to find that the mark was Icy. The murderer laughed and withdrew a small time bomb. Then they locked Icy and Arwen inside to await their doom. (Coincidentely, the AE's has switched to The World Was Wide Enough) The bomb lay beeping one the floor, and omnious tick of their doom. Arwen examined the room. Iron walls, Obsidian Floors, and a bunch of complicated catwalks, lifts, gears, saws, and tunnels. Their best bet was to move towards the wall-they only had thirty seconds to move! Arwen grabbed Icy, adrealine coursing through her bonemarrow, ran and moved the grenade, then ran to the wall. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. 4. 3. 2. No!! 1.

KA-BOOM!

The grenade exploded the door, and knocked Arwen back against  the wall. Hard. Icy was aroused by the loud noise. "Arwen? Are you okay? What happened? Oh my Irene, oh my IRENE!" Arwen groaned, and her eyelashes fluttered. She was stirring. But something was wrong. Her craziness, and her love for Zeon- all her AE charcteristics- were ebbing. Words were begining to flow from her skin. Icy picked up Arwen and ran through the door- she had to get to safety before it was too late. She ran and ran. Up the stairs.  Down this corridor. Left- Right- Left-Up- The dining hall. The other CBers were all in the middle of lunch, mourning Icy, Jarnen, Arwen and Rosebud when Icy came running in. They gently pried Arwen from her frozen arms. And then everything faded.

A voice rang out in the darkness. "Well, Icy. So you've escaped. Fortunately I have slipped a microchip in your food. You will not remember anything once you return. Only that Rosebud and Arwen are both going to die. Tell the others about your void, empty passage of time with me." There was a pause. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Icy came to within an hour. Arwen was almost dead. She too, if she would ever recover would remember nothing except the ticking of an invisible bomb, about to explode inside her trapped, terrifyed mind.

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Sorry, guys. I have been very busy lately. But here it is!