Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on Jun 6, 2005 5:12:18 GMT -5
Good chapter. Again, I think your code was quite ingenious.
I also like the bit where I'm a senator.
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Post by Dismay on Jun 6, 2005 13:21:02 GMT -5
I figured out the Amber code. KInd of. This is good. You don't often find stuff like this on the web.
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Post by PJ on Jun 6, 2005 22:02:29 GMT -5
Sorry about the tacky ending. Reunion as a whole was kinda tacky. I hope my next stories will be better.
Chapter Ten In which the murderer appears and does what murderers do best.
And so our story comes to a close, as all the surviving characters meet. It was Derik who arrived at the Hotel first. He booked in and spent half of the day pacing, frustrated, around the room. He had lunch, then took a nap, as he hadn’t slept well last night. So when Antenora checked in, she found Derik asleep on the couch, and decided not to wake him. She switched on the TV and found, to her horror, a report about British Actor James Berry who had been found murdered in an aeroplane heading for New York. She turned cold inside, and screamed loudly when she heard someone behind her. She whirled and found Dante had arrived. He hugged Antenora and apologised for scaring her. Meanwhile, Derik had awoken. They all shook hands and hugged and for a moment, where happy, until Antenora informed them of James’ absence. “Has Pandora arrived yet?” Dante asked his two old friends. They both shook their heads. His expression darkened. “We can only assume the worst.” He said. “PJ must be stopped!” Antenora declared. Derik’s eyes widened and he fumbled for a piece of paper in his pocket. “PJ’s dead.” He said.
“What?” Dante and Antenora simultaneously said. Derik showed them the article. “Schoolboy dies in Car Accident.” It was titled. “On Wednesday, a terrible accident occurred on the M5. John Biggers, a drunk truck driver, smashed head-on into a ford belonging to a Mr. Max Jucker. He and his son where in the car at the time of the crash. Mr. Jucker got away with a leg injury, but his son wasn’t as lucky. He was rushed to hospital where he died yesterday, from severe wounds to his head. Really people, this is a sign that the current road safety policies aren’t enough, I suggest….”
“PJ’s dead? How is that possible?” Derik shrugged. “Well, maybe he faked his death. You know, so no one would suspect him.” “Come on, Derik, he was 16 at the time. As if he was planning to kill us 10 years in advance.” “Well, he’s up and about, killing us. He must have.” Derik retorted. “Or…or it isn’t PJ at all.” “Wha-“ Derik began to say but Antenora interrupted them all with a loud “SHHH”. Everything was silent. Then they heard a footstep. Then another. They where coming closer. Dante arose and slowly headed towards the door when there came a loud knock. “Who is it?” Dante called. “Tea-Lady.” Came the shrill reply. Dante slowly approached the door and ripped it open. An old lady with a wagon stood there. “Tea.” She said and brought the tray in. She placed the platter on the coffee table and shuffled out. Antenora sighed. “How nervous we have become.” She said and drank some tea. She offered Derik a cup, but he shook his head. “I don’t do tea.” He simply said, and placed the cup on the arm-rest of his seat.
“So what were we saying?” He asked. “It’s someone else.” Dante proclaimed. “Or maybe that newspaper was faked.” Antenora added. Dante nodded. “That could also be.” He paced back and forth. “So who could it be?” He paused. “It hast to be some 667er that knew us all.” “It could even be one of us.” He said. Derik and Antenora looked at each other, and edged away slightly. Antenora coughed suddenly and violently. “Are you feeling alright?” Dante asked, concerned. “You’re very pale…” He stopped dead. He dashed to the table and lifted his cup and sniffed the tea. Then he froze once more. Derik looked down at the tray and saw the single piece of paper which had been hidden underneath Dante’s cup. “Poison.”
“Spit it out!” Dante shouted and knocked the cup from Antenora’s hands. Derik dashed to the door and peered out, but the tea-lady had already gone. “Call an ambulance!” Dante shouted as Antenora coughed once more. “Stick your finger down your throat! Vomit the poison up!” Dante shouted, Antenora swayed groggily, and fell into Dante’s hands. “No!” He shouted, and shook her. He opened her mouth and put his finger inside and then quickly withdrew it. Nothing happened. “Spit it out, damn you!” He shouted and tried again. Antenora whispered something and Dante leaned closer. “Don’t die!” He said and held her tight. “I…”She coughed. “I….love you.” She said and fell limp. Dante placed her on the couch, and checked her pulse. He didn’t find it. “She’s dead…” He said, and turned very, very white. He turned on Derik. “You! You’re the murderer!” He said, and advanced upon his friend, madness in his eyes. Suddenly the door banged open and Pandora stepped in, a cheerful smile on her face. “What did I miss?” She exclaimed happily.
She saw the anger and sorrow on Dante’s face she smiled. “She’s dead, is she?” Pandora asked, calmly. Dante froze. “You!” He shouted and turned. Pandora smiled. “What?” Derik spluttered, and stepped back. “You killed her!” Dante shouted, shaking with anger. “Yeah,” she said, and withdrew a gun from her pocket and fired at Dante.
Derik shouted and leapt back, white in the face, as Dante’s face twisted in agony and he staggered backwards. His chest was bleeding heavily and he collapsed to the floor. “You…” He moaned. “You…” he spat blood. “You will burn for this.” Then he fell to the side, and said no more. “You’re the murderer?” Derik asked, shocked. Pandora smiled sweetly. “Yeah.” She pointed the gun at Derik. “Take a seat.” She said, and waved to the couch. Derik slowly walked over and sat on a chair. Pandora walked over and sat on the chair opposite him, and laid her gun carefully on the coffee table, within reach. “But…why?” He asked, eying the gun. Pandora shrugged. “You people where what made 667. You people where my friends.” Her smile faded. “And then you left. You left me all alone!” She shouted. She was quite insane. “But…but you had other friends! In real life…” Pandora shook her head. “Not really. I lied. 667 was my life, and you people took it from me! For ten years I have been alone! And now, I will take your life, just as you took mine.” Derik sat perfectly still. “But….” He trailed away. He knew he was going to die soon. “You won’t get away with this!” He said, defiance on his face. “The police will note all the murders in all the different places, and they will note that you’ve caught an aeroplane to every one of those countries in the order those people died! You’ll be caught!” Pandora shook her head. “Nope. I covered up my tracks. The cops will never find me.”
“But…but what about the phone call? Dante said it came from Australia. And it was a man’s voice. And what about 667? How where you able to change all those dates and IP addresses?” Pandora shrugged. “I payed a friend of mine to call you. And hacking proboards is quite easy, if you know how to do it.” “I can give you money! If I give you lots of money, will you leave me alone?” Pandora pretended to think about it. “Money won’t help the sorrow and loss I felt for ten years, fool. No, I think I’ll kill you now, and then go live my life. Goodbye, Derik.” “But…I don’t want to die!” He shouted frantically. “Then you shouldn’t have been born.” Pandora said, and reached for the gun. Derik grabbed the tea-cup still on the arm rest and threw it at Pandora, blinding her. Then he leapt at her, just as her hand closed around the gun. He tackled her and the chair tipped backwards. Pandora shrieked and fell back, arms waving, and she dropped her gun. Derik landed on her, and Pandora shouted, and clawed at his face. Derik shouted and turned away, and Pandora pushed him off, and leapt for her gun.
Derik pulled her back, and she turned on him, and punched him in his face. Hard. He staggered backwards and she advanced, and swung her fist again. This time, Derik caught it, and held it tight. Panny grinned insanely and pulled a dagger from her coat and flicked it up towards Derik’s neck. “You die now.” She hissed. Then there where three loud bangs and three bullets entered Pandora’s back. She froze and Derik pushed her away from him and backed away. Pandora then keeled over and landed on the floor, blood pooling from behind her, quite dead. Dante, behind her, held the smoking gun and smiled weakly. He was lying on the floor and was vainly trying to stem the flow of blood from his torso. “Goodbye, Derik.” He said, and the gun slipped from his hand.
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Post by Celinra on Jun 6, 2005 22:53:25 GMT -5
Interesting twist there. Although it's very disheartening to learn I was killed by my e-wife. But oh well.
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Post by PJ on Jun 6, 2005 23:42:22 GMT -5
Interesting twist there. Although it's very disheartening to learn I was killed by my e-wife. But oh well. Well, you DID leave her.
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Post by Celinra on Jun 6, 2005 23:50:30 GMT -5
Interesting twist there. Although it's very disheartening to learn I was killed by my e-wife. But oh well. Well, you DID leave her. Well then, it's disheartening to see that I would do so detestable a thing. Either way, it's disheartening.
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Post by Dante on Jun 7, 2005 3:14:36 GMT -5
A classic everyone-dies ending. Probably the best way you could have finished it, I suppose. Nice twist.
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Post by PJ on Jun 7, 2005 3:55:08 GMT -5
A classic everyone-dies ending. Probably the best way you could have finished it, I suppose. Nice twist. Yeah, in the planning stages I decided that you and Antenora ALWAYS survive. So I killed you. And everyone. Except for Derik.
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
Posts: 15,891
Likes: 113
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Post by Antenora on Jun 7, 2005 5:11:56 GMT -5
Good ending. My death was certainly melodramatic--which I think is a good thing.
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Post by i. on Jun 7, 2005 13:57:36 GMT -5
And everyone. Except for Derik. I dare to be different. Anywho, good ending/story. I thought you wrote it well, considering you didn't want to be. Writing it, that is.
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Post by Charles Vane on Jun 7, 2005 14:46:28 GMT -5
I have friends! I can show you pictures of them. I'm not sure what it is about me that makes everyone choose me as their murderer but I like it. .Pandora: 3 Victims of Pandora: 0.. or maybe 1/2 since I did die in the end. But if I had no one for ten years and I went through all this trouble to kill everyone then what would I have to live for? Maybe I'll work on coming back from the dead and killing Derik, atleast I'd have an ambition again.
Nice job with the ending PJ, it was very compelling. You got my character pretty well too except I DO HAVE FRIENDS. Other than that I could see many of the characters actually saying the dialogue. you wrote and I loved alot of my lines in the end chapter.
All is well between Cel and I now. CelinraKoyasu27: I'm sorry fiction!me abandoned you. Noodles870: I'm sorry fiction!me killed you.
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Post by PJ on Jun 7, 2005 15:36:38 GMT -5
I have friends! I can show you pictures of them. I'm not sure what it is about me that makes everyone choose me as their murderer but I like it. .Pandora: 3 Victims of Pandora: 0.. or maybe 1/2 since I did die in the end. But if I had no one for ten years and I went through all this trouble to kill everyone then what would I have to live for? Maybe I'll work on coming back from the dead and killing Derik, atleast I'd have an ambition again. Nice job with the ending PJ, it was very compelling. You got my character pretty well too except I DO HAVE FRIENDS. Other than that I could see many of the characters actually saying the dialogue. you wrote and I loved alot of my lines in the end chapter. All is well between Cel and I now. CelinraKoyasu27: I'm sorry fiction!me abandoned you. Noodles870: I'm sorry fiction!me killed you. Heh, well, I sincerely hoped that Akbar wouldn't make you the evil one, but meh. I had it ALL planned from the start. NO one expects Pandora. But yeah, thanks for the compliments. Even though I don't deserve them
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Post by Charles Vane on Jun 7, 2005 15:42:29 GMT -5
Heh, well, I sincerely hoped that Akbar wouldn't make you the evil one, but meh. I had it ALL planned from the start. NO one expects Pandora. But yeah, thanks for the compliments. Even though I don't deserve themYou did too deserve them, this chapter was well done whether you thought it would be or not. And apparently everyone suspects Pandora but no one expects to suspect her.
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Post by Celinra on Jun 7, 2005 16:11:44 GMT -5
It would seem that everyone secretly suspects Pandora, but no one does so aloud. Hence, everyone is surprised when it is her, except they're not. Or something.
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Post by BSam on Jun 7, 2005 17:47:02 GMT -5
except I DO HAVE FRIENDS. just keep telling yourself that you know we're all you have
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