Halloween Special [Mod Edition] Part 3

This is where it all started...

And then we witnessed suspicion among friends...

What will happen next..?

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The already heavy atmosphere got just a tad heavier as everyone’s gaze turned to Grace.

“W-what??” says Albert. She looked at the grave faces that surrounded her.  “No way. Y-you’ve got to be kidding…”

“Your text is the last message in his phone, Diana, whose face s confusion and disbelief.

“You can’t use just that against me! Anyone could have said that without meaning it!”

“But… you did mean it though, didn’t you? You even told us you’re ‘seriously getting close to blasting Shin says as he sat back down, green eyes wary.

“That- that- but-,” Grace struggled to say something.

The room went silent for a few minutes as everyone seemed to be slowly absorbing everything that had happened over the course of the last few hours..

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First, Albert was found dead in the most awaited Haunted House. He was hung on his neck after being [literally] stabbed in the back with a dagger belonging to Levi. The dagger was free of any fingerprints, despite being in Levi’s hands most of the day. But a new evidence comes up in a threatening text message that was sent by Grace. Both denies guilt.

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“Okay, that does it,” says Mr. D, breaking the silence. “All of you,” he says pointing at each counselor one by one, “will be staying here in the Big House until we solve this mystery.”

“Um, Mr. D., are we supposed to sleep…” Kale says, his eyes slowly and dramatically inspects the area. No bed. No fluffy blankets. No special pillows that help him deal with his insomnia. “....here?”

“Hold on, Mr. D, with all due respect. Do you expect us to sleep in a room with possible murderers?” Shin spoke out, his voice blunt and thoughts rash.

“For all we know YOU could be the murderer,” Levi counters, rolling his eyes.

“I guess I could be considered a suspect if they found my dagger lodged in the victim’s body- oh WAIT.” Green eyes meet dark brown ones, challenging them as mistrust swirled around the room, clearly reflected in all eyes.

Shin, ready to let his fists start talking and cave in the son of Hades’ magnificent face.

“See what I mean? Already looking for victim number two.” Shin said, taking a small step back, his face contorted into a mocking smile as he spat out his words, unwilling to stop his baiting.

“Knock it off, you brats!” Mr. D yelled, crushing his can in the palm of his hand. The director had gotten to his feet as his purple eyes drilled into the Hades and Apollo cabin counselors.The two young men slowly sat down, their heads bowed but heads sending daggers in each other’s directions.

“Shin presents you with. Mr. D, I do agree that it might be traumatic for these kids to be forced to stay together when they know a murderer is among them,” Chiron says as he finally res in the conversation.

“We need to keep an eye on them, Chiron,” Mr. D replied.

“How about we lock them up in the attic?” suggests Levi. “After all, they are suspects with the most damning evidence accusing them.”

“We still need to keep an eye on everyone Mr Kale.” Mr. D replied, hands folded on his lap as he sat back down.

“Oh, oh, I know how we could all stay here comfortably! We cage them, I’m sure cabin 9 would make one quickly enough. That way we can still keep an eye on them, you two can keep an eye on us and everybody wins!” Kale had already extended a hand for a high five of approval and .

“Well don’t the two of you sound positively bloodthirsty,” Kale, who looked at each other and shrugged, faces blank of any important emotion.

In the end, Mr. D got his way and the six gathered in the Big House living room where they would spend the night. Their prison warden, Mr. D, quickly retired to his room where he quickly fell asleep, snoring his way to dreamland.

Grace, scared to her bones, couldn’t sleep. When she was sure nobody was moving, she tiptoed her way to the front door, oblivious to the pair of eyes that tracked her every move.

She retraced her steps to the Haunted House, thinking over the other counselors’ statements  and trying to find inconsistencies or blunders. Something was wrong. But the events of the evening had left her shaken and unable to think straight. She had thought that retracing her steps may help her gain an ounce of clarity.

“Grace muttered to herself as she started to pace. “Would that have been enough time to execute murder? Whoever did this had to have an ounce of intelligence to be able to orchestrate this madness in such a short time frame… Unless… they had IT planned all along?”

Albert had found her.

“Now that I’m here, Levi’s dagger from his belt without him noticing… Not to mention the fact of their agility… Could it have really been…? The weak alibi…. The way they said their statement, it sounded forced and well prepared… not at all as if they were searching for words and events.  And the way their eyes when the others started bickering… No way… it's-”

Grace’s breath caught as it was stolen by fear when a hand landed on her shoulder, fingers curling around the t and jolting her backwards.

“-Diana’s slender hand.

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The next morning, the entirety of camp was woken up by a shrill, bone-chilling scream coming from the direction of the Haunted House.

The counselors in the Big House as well Chiron and Mr. D were on their feet at once, heading towards the noise, not bothering to look at each other, their sole target being the Haunted House.

A few campers had gathered in front of the Haunted House by the time the Big House residents arrived, their faces drained of blood. The campers stood in silent horror, some had hands clasped around their mouths while others had averted their gaze or had sunken to their knees, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Oh, for the love of Zeus!” utters Mr. D as the scene in front of them became clear. Thunders roared in the sky, responding to Mr. D’s curse, and heavy rain fell in the camp grounds, lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the grisly scene.

The blonde head of Grace  and an unmistakable trident. And as Chiron herded the campers away, four counsellors turned away from the sight of the demise of one of camp’s mightiest warriors and looked towards the only person who would have a moon on the pommel of their trident, tears in their eyes and a thirst for vengeance in their hearts.

The overwhelming wrath being thrown at her by her comrades’ gaze.. combined with her own heartbreak and loss.. Diana’s slender body caved in and the last thing she ed was seeing her ever glossy, magnificent hair, lose its glow as it floated above her just before her body touched the ground. Then everything around her went dark..

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