Ten Little Indians
Astral Faery:
Go, Vera, Go! Shoot him!
Sam_Cains90:
Oh no! Please get the next one up quickly!
Cluedo:
Both of them stood there on the beach face to face in a deadly climax of tension. Vera held the revolver poised and ready....
"So that's the reason for your womanly solicitude," Growled Philip Lombard, "You wanted to pickpocket me."
She nodded.
Still, she held the revolver steadily and unwaveringly. Death was very near to Philip Lombard now. It had never..he knew...been nearer. Nevertheless, he was not beaten...yet.
"Give that revolver to me," He said authoritatively.
Vera laughed. She wasn't stupid.
"Come on...hand it over!" He continued.
His brain was working....should he talk her over? Lull her into security? Or make a swift dash?
All his life, Lombard took the risky way. He took it now...
"Now look here my dear girl...you just listen..."
And then he sprang. Quick as a panther...as any other feline creature....
Automatically, Vera pressed the trigger.....
BANG!
Lombard stood frozen in his jump....a split second of shock.
His heart would have been beating...if only it would beat.
A clean hole straight through silenced it instead.
Then he hardly felt a thing...the life had left Capt. Philip Lombard...
Heavily, he crashed to the ground; frozen and motionless.
Vera came warily forward, the revolver still in her hand....but she had nothing to fear.
Philip Lombard was dead....shot through the heart.
Cluedo:
A teardrop rolled down Vera Claythorne's cheek. It was a tear of relief. It was over. There was no more fear. She was alone on the island. Alone with nine other dead bodies. But what did that matter? She was alive! And that was all that counted. She had killed the monster. No more fear....
It was the afternoon now. Even still, there was no room in her now except the glorious sense of safety.
However, she realized now that she was now very hungry and sleepy. Principally sleepy. She wanted to throw herself onto her bed and sleep and sleep and sleep...
Even if she did have to wait for tomorrow to get rescued, she really didn't care. She was alone now and safe. She didn't mind staying in the house. Not now that she was alone.
Now she had nothing to fear...and slowly...she made her way up to the ordinary modern house she was once afraid of. After using her quick thinking and ingenuity, she had gotten rid of her would-be destroyer. After that, she would be suprised if she was afraid of anything....
Slowly, she headed up the rocks, leaving the abandoned beach....
She made her way to the quiet terrace. How peaceful everything was once again.
"It is as though I'm in a dream..." Vera thought.
She entered the front door. Her eyelids were drooping. All she wanted to do was sleep, sleep, sleep.....
The house felt strangely peaceful.
"Ordinarily, one wouldn't want to sleep in a house with a dead body in practically every room!" She thought.
She thought about getting something to eat from the Kitchen, but she was simply too tired. She needed the bed.
Suddenly, something else struck her mind....the Indians.
She strolled into the Parlor where she found a single Indian resting on top of the mantle.
Vera giggled...
"One little Indian boy left all alone..." She said aloud, trying to remember,"Ah yes! He got married and then there were none!"
Married...funny how she suddenly got the feeling Hugo was in the house. Very strong feeling in fact. It was if though he were waiting for her upstairs.....
Cluedo:
The sound of Vera's feet climbing the staircase could be heard. Otherwise, the house was bathed in complete silence, save for the ticking of a clock downstairs. How quiet the house was. But still, it didn't seem like an empty house.
Hugo was upstairs, waiting for her.
"One little Indian boy left all alone," Vera thought, "What was that last line again? Something about being married? Or something else?"
She had come now to the door of her bedroom. She felt as though she were to collapse as she entered, rubbing her eyes with fatigue...
She stumbled to the center of the bedroom, preparing to collapse on the bed, when suddenly she realized a chair was in her way.
"What's this doing her?" She wondered, "I didn't move this..."
Then she looked up...and gave a little gasp at what she saw....
It was a rope. A rope that was tied to a noose attached to the same hook that held the seaweed before. The chair below was ready for her...ready to be stood upon, and kicked away....
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