Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

Search Party: Males

Samuel doesn't  reply, and I begin to think that he's taken my points to heart and  decided that I am right. However, as the silence goes on, I realise that  he isn't simply acknowledging that I am correct, he is examining  something he has found, something on the wall. "What have you got there?" I ask, coming up behind him.

"Blood," he replies. "Just a tiny drop though."

"There are tons of dead bodies in this house," I point out. "The blood could belong to anyone."

"Not  a drop this small," he answers. "All the victims have been seriously  injured, bleeding out more than would produce this smudge. Maybe one of  them fought back, managed to injure the killer. This means the killer  would be someone with an injury, someone we would be able to notice.  Alternative, the police can use this blood and identify DNA samples and  all sorts of things. This is a big clue, Jamie."

"Brilliant," I reply sarcastically. "You go get the DNA-assessing kit you seem to have brought with you, I'm going to go get another glass of wine."

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Two: Samuel Schiling

And I got paired  with the fat, lazy drunkard. At least I knew that he wasn't the  murderer. He hated the fact that he had to get up to search for clues as  to who the murderer was. If he was the one actually getting up,  switching off the electricity, stabbing whoever he wanted to kill,  turning the electricity back on, and heading back to the exact same  position that he was in previously, I would be more than a little  shocked. At least he could give me a tiny bit of advice.

"How are you supposed to get over a hangover?" I asked Jamie.

"So that was you in the lounge." He laughed.

"What in the  lounge?" I asked, honestly not remembering what had happened in the  lounge. The Inspector, who had just died, wanted us all to tell him our  motive for killing them. Did I end up telling him about the Vegas girl?  Or had he died before I could tell him? I really couldn't remember  anymore. There was a reason that I hadn't drank much since, damn when  was it? It had to have been I graduated from college. Every once in a  while I slipped up, like that time in Vegas, and last night. That was a  big part of the reason we never bought expensive liquor. I ended up  taking one sip, finishing it off, and then getting a hangover like this  one.

"I guess we could  always search in there for clues." Jamie laughed. "The Inspector was in  there the entire night, so that had to have been where he was killed.  There's got to be a clue somewhere in there."

I nodded, and  attempted to get up. Nope, never mind. Getting up was not a good idea at  this moment in time. Now I understood why Jamie didn't move from his  spot since last night. My ear-splitting headache got even worse. My  brain literally felt like it was melting. If you asked half of the  people I knew, they would say it wouldn't be much of a change. I had  never been the brightest person. But I guess this was the reason why  none of the brains from high school drank. They needed their brains a  lot more than I did. Theresa would probably agree with me on that one.

I felt a sudden  pang. It had been a full night now that Theresa had been alone with  Ryan. She had to explain to Ryan why Daddy had been there in the morning  to wake him up, to make waffles like he liked. He didn't like it when  Theresa made him waffles. She cut them into triangles instead of  squares, and never put on the right amount of syrup. She was probably  worried sick about me. If the three, no now two, reporters in the corner  had any access to the outside world, Theresa would know half of us were  dead. She probably wouldn't know which half though. If they weren't  making contact, that was even worse. My fists clenched together, and  suddenly I had the resolve to stand up and look for some clues.