The Seductress

**Carmen**

"No, not at all." I giggled. Coming up from my stretch.
"I have something a bit better than that..." I said, referring to Julian's wine.
"Like what?" He asked.
I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out some Port, my favorite.
"Here, my mom collects wine bottles from special points in my life, I'm going backwards, from graduation to birth... Let's see, ah this is from when I earned my green belt in Jiu-Jitsu." I said, grabbing the corkscrew.
"You know Jiu-Jitsu?" He asked, giving me a once-over, doubting someone as petite as I am could manage something like that.
"Of course, I'm great at Jiu Jitsu, Aikido, and Karate." I said pulling the cork off.
"AGGHHHH!" I heard someone scream, followed by a rumbling sound.
"Uh-oh!" Jillian exclaimed as he put down his glass, running out to see what all the fuss was about, I joined him after I slapped the cork of the wine bottle back on.
I passed a very drunken Antonio as I trotted down the steps when I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw Kendra freaking out.
What a spaz. I thought to myself.
"Calm down!" I shouted, trying to play as chill as possible. I saw Cassie make her way up the stairs.[
i]Probably avoiding Antonio.[/i] I thought.
Kendra escaped up into her room to clear her head.
"Well, now what?!" Max said in frustration.
"Someone should try to go get help." Antonio suggested.
"Are you insane?! It is freezing outside, hypothermia could set in a flash!" I exclaimed.
Is he serious?! I thought to myself.
Kendra waltzed back in, full composure, calm and cool.
"I'm talking to our hostess," She shot at the others.
"Go for it," Sneered Antonio. Kendra was in his face in a second. She smashed a bottle on the nearby table.
"What the heck?!" I screamed as I watched the red liquid pool on the hardwood floor.
"This is not funny, this is not a game," Kendra said. "We're stuck in here and we need to take action. Yes, I am the Australian spaz. Yes, I am crazy. But yes, I can climb. Yes, I can despite previous assumption think. But most importantly I'm one of you. And we're in this together."
For a while there was silence, and then one of the men snorted.
"Nice speech," He said.
"Nice face. I wonder if you'll have it when we leave this house."
Ouch! I thought.
"Wait - did you just threaten me?"
"No. It's snowing." Keandra gestured to the window. "It's cold as hell. Ever heard of frostbite? We can't call on any services, the phones aren't working. I checked." Kendra stopped for breath and suddenly stopped, still as a statue.
I heard it too, the whole room heard it. I have no idea what it was, but whatever the heck it was, it better stay away from me.
"What was that?" Kendra asked.

Everything was going perfectly. I had Abriham put weird thuds around the house to deter them from what would happen soon. They were panicking and wouldn't notice if Julian took a little....trip, to get a cigarette.

Julian wandered out of the lobby, sick of Kendra's hysterics. I grabbed the needle and shot him up with anesthia. He fell to the floor slowly. I dragged him out to the back door where Abriham had already opened it. I took a cigerette out of my pocket and slipped it into Julian's hand. I put a mountain of snow on top of him and began to laugh. I gave hm a soft kiss on the lips and went back inside to Kendra's new found allegations against me. Moi? Now she wuld have to be dealt with...

Cassie

The stairs creaked under my feet as I headed back upstairs to my room. Maybe it had been a mistake to come here. 10 million dollars wasn't worth being trapped in this house with a bunch of strangers for God knows how long. Maybe I should leave as soon as the snow got cleared away. That shouldn't take more than a few days, right?

I turned into the hallway my room was on... and found the creepy butler banging on the wall with a dusty old encyclopedia, a smirk on his face.

"Um," I stammered, stopping dead in my tracks. What the hell was he doing?

The butler turned to look at me, his smirk growing more pronounced. "Oh. Hello, miss," he said, nodding politely and tucking the book under his arm. "Enjoying your stay so far?"

"What were you doing?" I asked, a little disconcerted by the weird light that was glowing in his eyes. Standing there in the dark little hallway, he looked a little possessed, like something out of a bad horror movie.

"Checking the walls for mice," he said matter of factly. "Now, if you excuse me, I have wine bottles to refill."

I pressed back against the wall as he shouldered past me. Checking the walls for mice? I thought skeptically as he disappeared around the corner. Yeah. Like I was going to believe that.

"Whoa!" Keandra opened the massive french doors to a rock-climb wall. "This stay may not be as bad as first predicted." She resisted waggling her eye brows at Carmen, and sighed. The others probably wouldn't be interested in some climbing, but Keandra was. She offered to instruct the others, though, and did her customary safety check while some smirked or scowled at the doors. A quick climb - most trailed off - and then she went to the library. This was awesome too - she found an interesting book about Morse code and did her best to learn it that afternoon, curling up on a couch in the main room. Then, trying to convince herself it really wasn't that cold, she wondered out the front door as far as the snow would let her go.

Crunch.

What the hell was that??? Keandra thought. She bent down and brushed some snow off an object. A hand. Holding a cigarette.

Keandra screamed.

What the contestants did not know was that there was a bomb planted in their midst.

The assassin held the detonator at his side. He smiled, gazing at the house in the distance. He paced backwards and pushed the button.

An enormous fiery flower bloomed in the distance. Chunks of flaming wood and other debris flew into the air. Turbulence waves whipped up snow.

The assassin blinked against the super heated air whipping at his face. He turned and walked away. His job was complete. It was time to claim his reward.

He heard a cars engine roar from somewhere near by. Suddenly a brutal impact made his world go black.

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A few hourse later crime scene investigators arrived at the scene.

"What do you suppose happened Bil?" asked the Officer.

"I say the guy just splattered all over the snow," answered a forensics man, studying the blanket of gore covering the snow. Tire tracks over it.

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The man grinned out from under his umbrella. Life was good.

"More orange juice please," he said to a waiter passing by. He had survived in the awful house of death. And thanks to a stranger all the evidence of the house's activities were burned away. He had also disposed of the vehicle that he had used to run over the man that had blown up the house. At least, he assumed that's who he was.
"Here you are sir," the waiter said, handing him a cup full of icy cold orange liquid.

"Thank you kindly." He took a sip. He felt a tightening in his throat, and he fell out of his chair, clutching at his stomach.

The waiter started down at him. "Check please?" he said sarcastically.

The man tired to speak, but his throat had become so swollen he could only gasp for breath. His mouth foamed, his body twitched, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he died.

THE END

"Check Please" I asked. Life was going well. I had lost my house and riches but I still had the 10 million and was working to kill the man who had killed the man who blew up my house. I guess I should thank him but...

His sarted to wheeze even more and his lips became swollen. Time for the show.

"Oh, My God!! This man, this man is dying!!"

He breathed his final breath and collapsed on the floor. I took his wallet and ran of to Tobago and lived there with my husband for the rest of my life and had a

Happily Ever After



THE END!!

Too bad my husband went psycho and brought an axe from the backyard into the house. I died in a way that that woman from The Shining should have died.

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Stephen King starred at the computer screen, debating on whether to sue AspiringAuthorA..M. or not. Shaking his head he got up and left. "Let him be," he said.

THE END

I haunted my husband for about a year, until I invessted in voodoo chanting dolls and traded my life for his. Then I buried my husband, AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!! And my husband never came back to kill me ever. No matter what. NEVER!

THE END

Sadly, the poisoned orange seeds from the orange juice, mutated and killed everyone in the entire world.

THE FINAL END!!