Murder at Cinderforge

Sammy Westley

"Hey, you okay? You've got a sad sort of," The Guy made a waving motion, "thing going on."

I looked up with a half smile, " I was really good friend with Mil.." I stuttered her name, "One of the girls." My eyes found my book, then looked back at the guy. He was attractive, handsome really, and I was able to form a smile at him.

He seemed a little nervous, though had a kind presense to him. I had neevr really payed much attention to him, no one really did to anyone besides their own friends, but ever since the event everyone had become a little more friendly to one another. There was a mutual understand, a similar cause.

Except for a few people that had become restless, agitated and (as my roomate had said) just plain annoying. I hadn't gotten out enough to notice. In the past two days, I had only attended the funueral and slept, with some eating binges between that. If I had gotten drunk I couldn't remember. It wasn't like me, but I had been really upset.

"I see. I'm sorry." He seemd sympathetic, though a little cautious.

"I just wish I could see her again." I sighed, and drew my eyes away from his.

Alois King:

It was interesting how easily things went down that night. A few simple words were passed to a few simple people and in end, everything went as planned. Sloppy though, he knew it, and he was sure that these deaths would not be forgotten. Perhaps that would work out for the better, he thought to himself as he entered a classroom.

"What classroom is this?" Alois asked a slouching boy creeping through the hallway.
"Criminology." He replied and quickly hurried away.
"How perfect." Alois smiled and entered.

He walked in a took a seat next to a depressed looking girl whose mascara had created black streaks down her cheeks.

"Hello, I'm Alois. I'm sitting joining this class today, do you think you could help me catch up on the material?" He asked, giving her a kind smile.

"Umm. Sure...yeah. Sorry..." She wiped her eyes and reached for her notebook. "So we're currently doing a Case Study, a chain of murders back in 1993..." She hurriedly spoke, motioning to notes in her binder.

"What's your name?" Alois asked, meeting her eyes deeply.

"Mara." She glanced at him before looking back down at her notes.

I look around and notice that there is one of the girls friends in the class. I write on a piece of paper:
Meet me near the big oak tree outside the Hall's eastern wall, please. I need your help.
From Mara Jane Smith
Then, I threw it at her and it hit her hand and landed on the floor. She picked it up, read it then looked at me and nodded. I knew then and there that I was about to get a new partner for this one mystery.

Marcus Kingston

I glanced away nervously. I probably should not be talking to her. Gotta be presentable. Must make them like me.

"Hey," I touched her arm, then drew my hand back and tucked it awkwardly in my pocket, "You knew... the, uh... the girl?" whoa, whoa whoa, "Sorry, uncalled for. None of my business." I faced the front, my wringing my hands.

Sammy Westley

"Hey, you knew... the, uh... the girl? Sorry, uncalled for. None of my business." If I thought he was nervous before, he seemed now to have extreme social anxiety. It was awkward, in an endearing way.

"She was my best friend." I gave him a sad smile, and then something hit me in the back of the head. I picked up a piece of paper, and read, then turned around to nodd to the girl behind me who I assumed threw it.

It felt like people were just trying harder and harder to keep reminding me of the incident. And this class wasn't helping. I had always had an intrest in criminology, but had only taken the course to fill up my required credits.

Spoiler

What do you guys think of the teacher offering an A for the semester to students willing to assist police in the investigation, and our characters all end up meeting because of that?

Marcus

I let out a long, shaky breath. The girl's attention had been otherwise claimed. When did I get to be so awkward?

Spoiler

Marvellous idea. I think that could work. And MariaRowlands, maybe she's organizing it?

Sammy

The teacher looked up at all of us, and seemed to be contemplating something. He then let out a long sigh, and spoke.

"Due to recent events, and the nature of this course, I'd like to offer you all an opportunity to get an A for this semester without doing another worksheet. Of course, it would require some work on your part." He cleared his throat, "The local police could really use some help in working to uncover some of the evidence behind the recent murder, and to do some basic detective work. Any students interested should form a small group them talk to me after our next class. Thank you very much." I cast a look at the guy sitting next to me, and he nodded.

The teacher dismissed us, and I looked at the boy next to me, "Follow me."

I walked out near the oak tree the girl had spoken about, and waited.

As I got out of class, I remembered that I had to go to the Oak tree. Running, I went to the Oak tree and saw 2 kids there.
"Hey, I am Mara Jane Smith. I would like your help to solve this murder case. That is, if you are willing to risk your life?" I asked them.

Marcus King

I followed the girl as she asked. We ended up under an oak tree. A girl came along, and said, "Hey, I am Mara Jane Smith. I would like your help to solve this murder case. That is, if you are willing to risk your life?"

Uh oh. Bad, bad, very bad. Maybe they suspect I'm in the fraternity! I fit a perfectly blank stare at the woman, while inwardly I flapped my hands and began freaking out.

Wait... maybe being involved in this would be a good thing. Maybe I could... I don't know... redirect their investigation. Plus, they won't expect me to be a part of both the fraternity and the investigation! "I'm willing," I said wimpily.

One of them said, "I'm willing!" weakly. I looked at him, suspision filled my gaze. He seems to be hiding something. I may have to keep an eye on him. I thought.
"Ok, listen, I shall not repeat this to you but I had seen part of the murder. I was heading back to my place after reaserching in the library when I heard screams. I ran towards the noise and saw the girls being cut. I left after that but I know that the murderers were boys. I know this because they were well toned."I paused. "Now I am inlisting anyone close to the girls, and those who are interested, to help me in solving this mystery. So will you help? I know that you were friends with one of those girls."

Marcus

She was suspicious! I had to be more in control.

"I actually didn't know them at all, but I know a lot of the guys at the school. I guess that's why I'm here?" hopefully that would throw her off.

I looked at him, still not believing him.
"Really? Then why are you here?"

Spoiler

Guys I'm making it that in the end Mara does fall in love. Okay?

New Year, New day and New Pictures. thought Elise as she threw her sheets away and jumped out of the bed. She checked her alarm clock.

"Oh crap! 10 minutes late!" she said and ran into the washroom. She picked up the first jeans and t-shirt she saw in her wardrobe. She quickly brushed her hair and tied it back to a ponytail.

"Ellie! You're going to be late! I've got your bag! Come on now!" Kathleen called out to me in her British accent.

"My camera! Have you got my camera?" Elise replied running down the stairs and dashing to the door, all ready to leave.

Kath held the camera and handed over the bag to her. We happily got out and she made my way to Cinderforge.

Spoiler

Elise is going to be "I" from now onwards.

I had already started taking up pictures and joined into my first class. Suddenly, I felt a creepy shrill passing over me. I knew it was to remind me of the murders. Over the days, I tried forgetting about it and here it comes again.

Disturbed badly, I made my way to a desk. I put my camera back safely, and looked around. Everyone didn't have any happy face. Well, I couldn't see anyone with it. Muders. Crappy old things. Don't let it control you, Ellie.

I sunk my head on to my arms, resting it on my desk. New morning, and its already all messed up.