2:30, Taylor's room
Taylor
BANG!
I was awakened by what sounded like a gunshot coming from downstairs. I was reluctant to get out of my room, but I was also desperate. I rushed downstairs, expecting to see Alex's dead body, but nothing was out of the ordinary. In a matter of seconds, everyone was downstairs.
Everyone but Alex.
"So... Yeah. Nothing happened," May said.
"Of course something happened! We all heard the gunshot!" I said.
Dan looked at me like I was a ghost.
"Where's Alex?" He asked me. Like I knew.
"How am I supposed to know? Now can we all just go back to sleep and pretend this never happened?"
"No! Alex might be dead!"
"Something probably just fell that sounded like a gunshot and she slept through it." I tried to reason with him even though she was obviously dead. Eventually he agreed to go back to sleep.
Simon
Dan walked back up the stairs, soon followed by me and everyone else.
"Oh no." Dan swore under his breath.
Lying in the middle of the hallway with an arrow sticking out of her chest was Alex.
He ran up to her and ripped the arrow out, but the the arrowhead was still embedded in her stomach.
But of course, when there was a death, there was Giles. I was starting to think he was the killer, since he was always there when someone died.
"Ah, good morning everyone. Well not... Everyone." He looked down at Alex. "You all should get some rest. You have another long day ahead of you." Dan literally had to be dragged back to his room kicking and screaming.
7:30, morgue
Sam
Matt, Simon, Dominic, and I chose to go to the morgue. Dominic started examining the body. He circled around to the feet.
"There's some kind of... Rash on her toes," he said. "It almost looks like a really thin rope burn."
I walked over.
"Oh, yeah." It was a long, red mark running across her toes and the top of her foot. "What could that be?"
"I don't know, but its definitely something," Dominic said, "She didn't just stub her toe."
Meanwhile, Matt and Simon were checking out the arrowhead stuck in Alex's chest.
Matt
Simon got out a pair of tweezers and tried to get the arrowhead out. It slipped on the first few tries, but he eventually got it out.
"How did you get in there?" He asked it.
"Is that a normal arrowhead?" I asked. "It seems kind of dull."
"Yeah, that's weird. If you want to kill someone, don't you want to use something sharp?" Then we noticed that there were remnants of a weird bubbly liquid thing on the tip. It looked like it was dissolving the arrowhead itself. I put my finger in it.
"No! Don't touch it!" Simon tried to warn me, but it was too late.
"AAH!! WHAT IS THAT?!?!" I yelled out in pain.
"Go wash your finger off!" He yelled at me. After a while my hand stopped burning.
"What... Was that?" I asked slowly in between deep breaths.
"I think it was some kind of acid."
"Why didn't you tell me that?"
"I didn't know you we're gonna shove your finger in it!"
"Guys! Stop!" Dominic tried to break us up like we were brothers fighting over who's turn it was to wash dishes. "Now, how are we going to exchange this information?"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"I mean, if we're gonna live, we have to be careful with who we give our information to."
"What... I'm not doing that! I'm not gonna get someone else killed just so I can live maybe a few more days!" I said.
"Dominic's right," Simon told me, "We have to know who we can trust. I say we don't offer information, but we trade it. If someone tells us something, we tell them something. That way we know we aren't giving too much away."
"Yeah," Dominic said, "I like that idea."
"Then it's settled," Simon declared, "We trade information."
Soon, the estate bell rang and our time was up.
