The Tale of HDC Manor

[ferretchucker]

It's a little late in October for this, and since I've recently started my A-Levels I have a lot on my plate so I HOPE I'll be able to keep up with this (unlike some previous projects), but as with last year I'm hoping to do a Halloween themed "film" involving YOU.

The theme will be that of an old fashioned murder mystery...

So...who's in?

[newb]

http://www.nccscougar.org/rpaola/raise-hand.jpg

[The_Return]

Of course I'm in!

[friday13thfan]

I volunteer myself for this.

[_____V_____]

http://www.nccscougar.org/rpaola/raise-hand.jpg

...as a mild-mannered bumbling detective who solves the whodunnit. :cool:

[roshiq]

...as a mild-mannered bumbling detective who solves the whodunnit. :cool:

...and here is Mycroft for Sherlock...his mentor!:D:D

[ferretchucker]

Very good, sirs! But come now, there must be some more? Perhaps a few ladies?

[Sistinas666]

I'm game......

[AMICUS HORROR]

If you need a problem child for the plot then please...please...pick me, I get up too all sorts of trouble.:o
http://www.horror.com/forum/picture.php?albumid=46&pictureid=640

[Doc Faustus]

If you need a lord of the manor who has summoned everyone together for mysterious reasons, I'm in.

[The Flayed One]

I'll be a drunken ex archaeologist who has lost his passion for the job.

[ferretchucker]

This should be enough...I may have to draft in a few of the non volunteers, just to bring the numbers up. It's never too late to ask to be in it though!

[Elvis_Christ]

I'll be in dude :D

[bwind22]

Ferret, you can always use me in your scripts. Permanent permission granted. Make me the good guy, bad guy, cannon fodder, whatever... I don't care. You can use me as a character in any of your stories however you see fit.

[ferretchucker]

Ferret, you can always use me in your scripts. Permanent permission granted. Make me the good guy, bad guy, cannon fodder, whatever... I don't care. You can use me as a character in any of your stories however you see fit.

And that's why you're my favourite! :p

[Horror4ever]

The inspector with a very suspicious character or kinda weirdo.:)

[Zero]

i believe my contract obligates you to put me in every HDC film - forever!!!!!!

[_____V_____]

i believe my contract obligates you to put me in every HDC film - forever!!!!!!

As long as we get to blast your red furry butt with rock salt in the end.

[newb]

You've read my contract

I have to be the hero

at least one nude scene with one of HDC hottest chicks

If you must kill me the odds have to be something like 10 bad guys against me

and NO red M&Ms in my trailer

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of a long, winding road going through a forest. Rain is pouring down as a lone man runs through it. Thunder roars and a lightning flash illuminates the forest around him. The man himself is wearing a relatively tatty looking brown suit complete with a pork pie hat. His hair is dark and he looks to be in his early forties, however his face is aged with signs of stress and worry. He quickly checks his pocket watch. 7:05. This man is V.

V: Oh damn!

With a flash of lightning, the shot changes to the outside of a large manor house set on top of a hill. It has a tall standing perimeter fence with large iron gates. The letters "H.D.C" are written in large metal letters on the gate. Despite the house's large size an initial impressive appearance, it is showing signs of age. Bricks are crumbling and the garden is growing unkempt. Lights are on inside. V rushes up to the gate where a man wearing a large coat awaits him. He is quite old and very gaunt, like a skeleton. He beckons V closer. This man is Ferretchucker.

He shouts through the rain.

Ferretchucker: Come, come! You are near a quarter of an hour late, sir! May I beg you, tell me your name?

V: V, my name is V. I trust I haven't held up the festivities too much?

Ferretchucker: Not a great deal, no, but the master should be glad to begin. Follow, I shall find you some dry clothes, sir. You cannot present yourself dressed in that soaking apparel!

V: Lead on!

Cut to the hallway of the manor. The walls are varnished wood. Buzzing light bulbs protrude from the wall on copper arms. An impressive staircase stands before the large oak doors. The floor is a black and white tile. Up on the wall is an oil painting of a relatively old looking man looking proud and valiant. He is dressed in armour save for his face. The doors open, V and Ferretchucker spill in. Ferretchucker removes his coat, showing a smart suit. V removes his hat and runs a hand through his short, greying hair.

Ferretchucker: This way, sir.

He beckons V to follow as he walks slowly up the stairs. They continue through a long corridor until they reach the door at the very end.

Ferretchucker: Your clothes are inside...waiting.

V: How did you know I'd need them?

Ferretchucker: See you at dinner. I believe you know where the parlour is. Be there in 5 minutes, ready for the master's arrival.

The scene cuts to a smart looking parlour where people are gathered. Some sit on lounge chairs, two men play billiards whilst a few others watch and some merely stand holding their wine and conversing. One of the men playing billiards accidentally scuffs the table. He has a thick moustache and gold rimmed glasses. He is roughly 60. This is Bwind.

Bwind: Blast!

His opponent, a younger man with slicked back black hair chuckles. This is Return.

Return: Ha! Accept it, old man, you've lost touch since we last met.

Bwind: I shall say no such thing, not now nor ever! You know very well who your superior is, boy!

A younger woman standing by the table pipes up. She is wearing a long red dress and is smoking a cigarette.

Chronogrl: Father, must you embarrass yourself further? Just accept defeat and save what is left of your dignity.

A man nearby rushes over. He speaks as quickly as he talks and appears to live with his eyebrows raised in astonishment.

Amicus: Captain Bwind could never admit defeat with dignity for surely the two ideas juxtapose each other, no? Perhaps he could maintain dignity if he is forced to end the game against his will but then his pride would be damaged by the circumstance in which he must leave. No...no, the captain would most likely accept his situation with valour and even gain glory when he has escaped said situation. Even so...

He drifts off with a glazed over expression in his eye. All three others are looking at him with perplexed gazes.

Return: What an odd young fellow.

Bwind: What is your name, young man, and how do you know so much about me?

Amicus: Amicus, Amicus Horror. I'm a long time admirer of your work in the Afghan, captain!

Chronogrl puts a face in her hands whilst Bwind suddenly puffs up his chest looking very smug.

Chronogrl: Don't get him started, please don't!

Bwind: Whilst my daughter here may not show me the respect I deserve, I'm glad somebody does.

Return: Steady, one moment! Have I not shown you perpetual respect for all of your valiant achievements? Do I not remind you often of my admiration for your bravery?

Bwind: That may be the case, but he does it without mocking my ability at Billia-

They are cut off by some loud laughter from the corner where an old gentleman of around the same age as Bwind is standing with three young women surrounding him. He beams at all of them as they continue to chuckle. The man glances across and sees the annoyed faces of the others. He winks up at them an continues to flirt with the girls.

Opposite them sit several others in large arm chairs. One of them is speaking quickly with clear enthusiasm for the subject. He takes a sip of his drink then continues speaking. This is Flayed, and the others are Zero and Elvis. Zero looks thoroughly bored but Elvis nods politely as Flayed continues to speak.

Flayed: ...and so they say that across in Egypt, these tombs are just being discovered left, right and centre! My old friend Lord Carnarvon is growing very interested.

Elvis: Sounds incredible. I bet you're finding all sorts of things here in England too, though.

Flayed: You would think so...

Before he can continue, one of the men sitting nearby (alone) quickly stands, momentarily checking Flayed. The man walks briskly towards the door where V has just entered. The man is a few years older than V but beams as he walks towards him, smoking from his pipe. This man is Roshiq.

Roshiq: V! Thank the heavens you are here! I was beginning to fear I would have to spend all weekend with these insufferable buffoons.

V: Who are they? And for that matter, why are we here?

Roshiq: Various aristocratic fools, friends of the Lord I would imagine. As for why we're here, I've yet to find out. I assume you were sent the same letter as everybody else.

V: If that letter essentially just told you to be here today at 7:00, then yes. Details were scarce.

Roshiq: Well, the Lord hasn't ever been one to put effort in for no reason, has he?

V: Honestly, the only two people in the room with a brain and yet we can't do our job and detect what's going on! Ironic, eh?

Roshiq: You just speak for yourself, V. Don't forget, you learned from the best, but you didn't learn it all!

V cocks a smile, just as Ferretchucker walks in and opens the door, ringing a small bell.

Ferretchucker: Follow me to the Dining Room, please...

All the people in the room cease what they're doing and follow. Some of them exchange a few words about the butler's dull demeanour. They walk in to the grand dining room. There is a long table running the length of the room and sitting at the end is a man slightly older than Bwind and Newb, smiling up at them. This is Doc Faustus.

Doc Faustus: Good evening, friends. Welcome to what I can assure you, will be a good night.

Ending credits roll.

[horrorzack]

awww man the movie started? I just wanted to volunteer. if im in just call me zack.

[ferretchucker]

awww man the movie started? I just wanted to volunteer. if im in just call me zack.

Like I said, NEVER too late to volunteer. I'll write you in (hence why I mentioned some characters but didn't formally introduce them ;)

[phantomstranger]

Very cool part one. If you need any more cast members count me in. I love old fashioned murder mysteries.

[horrorzack]

Like I said, NEVER too late to volunteer. I'll write you in (hence why I mentioned some characters but didn't formally introduce them ;) Thanks ferret! This will be the first event that ill be in since I joined the horror forums.

[massacre man]

I want to be the one that scans every room I enter immediately for a possible weapon, whether I be the killer or a would-be victim. I also want to wear a flannel!

[roshiq]

Oh Ferret...I'm begin to having those old great feeling that's reminding me how crazy I was to read this kinda tensed detective or murder mystery stories in my school days!:)

Anyway, great start...I'm sure it'll be another very interesting & fun creation from FC Universe.

[_____V_____]

Ditto. What Roshiq said.

Fantastic beginning. I love all the characters!

[newb]

great beginning FC

but

They walk in to the grand dining room. There is a long table running the length of the room and sitting at the end is a man slightly older than Bwind and Newb, smiling up at them. This is Doc Faustus.

this is the first mention of my character....or did I miss something?

[AMICUS HORROR]

Just awesome.:cool:
http://www.horror.com/forum/picture.php?albumid=46&pictureid=647

I wonder who will win best actor....cough...cough.:o

[Straker]

Awesome start, looking forward to the next installment.... Feel free to throw me in there if you need more characters. :cool:

[ferretchucker]

great beginning FC

but

They walk in to the grand dining room. There is a long table running the length of the room and sitting at the end is a man slightly older than Bwind and Newb, smiling up at them. This is Doc Faustus.

this is the first mention of my character....or did I miss something?

I thought the reference to an old man chatting with young girls in the corner was obvious enough :P

And thanks all of you for being willing participants as well as your glorious feedback! I'll write you ALL in. :) Next episode either tonight or tomorrow.

[newb]

I thought the reference to an old man chatting with young girls in the corner was obvious enough :P

And thanks all of you for being willing participants as well as your glorious feedback! I'll write you ALL in. :) Next episode either tonight or tomorrow.

kinda thought as much.....cept for the "old" part. But hell.....I'm a professional....I can play any role.

[ferretchucker]

kinda thought as much.....cept for the "old" part. But hell.....I'm a professional....I can play any role.

But of course, meant totally ironically only.

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Cut to the inside of the dining room, and all of the guests are still staring at Doc Faustus. Doc beams up at them, and continues speaking.

Doc: Well don't just stand there catching flies, sit, sit! A wonderful meal has been prepared by the chef. It will be ready soon.

F13F: I won't argue with that; smells brilliant.

He walks over to the chair closest to Doc and sits down.

Doc: What's this? Have I done something to offend you? Is my appearance frightening in some way?

The crowd pass a murmur and slowly make their way to their seats. Doc's face is unnaturally happy, a constant smile fixed onto it as his eyes opened wide as they will go, look from person to person. The people begin chatting, pleasantly. F13F and Doc are talking to a middle aged man who has a long, jagged scar on the left side of his face. This is Sistinas.

Sistinas: Essentially, it's similar to cooking beef they say - tastes like it too.

F13F: I'm sorry, I cannot believe that. Human meat, akin to beef?

Sistinas: It's what they say, I'm simply the messenger. Apparently these tribes will just turn on a fellow member when food is scarce.

Doc: What a fascinating story...Oh, I can smell the food now.

Sistinas: What are we having?

Doc looks up and winks.

Doc: Beef.

Further down the table, Bwind is in a heated discussion with a red headed man (Zero), apparently oblivious to his daughter, Chronogrl's, mocking gestures with her hands imitating him.

Bwind22: You sir, are a total ass! Look to me, look to me now. Do you see fur covering my body? Do you see a banana in my hand and faeces smearing the walls around me? Of course you do not!

Zero: If I squint my eyes, perhaps I can imagine it...

Bwind: I beg your pardon!

Zero: Nothing, nothing. I simply agree that we were once simians. Not anymore, that's silly! But many years ago...perhaps.

Chronogrl: Well, Father, when you pass wind you do smell rather awful...

The Return, who is next to Chrono, let's out a smug laugh at her comment. He returns to conversation with the men opposite him. One is a very young, bearded man in a grey suit (Massacre Man), the other is Elvis Christ.

The Return: Now, run this past me one more time...this night is a, what did you say?

Massacre Man: Festival of sausages.

The Return: I still don't follow. Are you commenting on the German decor?

Elvis: Look around at the people here. What do the majority have in common?

The Return: They're males...

Massacre Man: And what do all men have in common...something similar to a certain pork product?

He pauses for a moment to think.

Return: Well...I get that it's about our superiority but what does that have to do with sausages?

Massacre Man shakes his head, laughing whilst Elvis attempts to explain one more time. Further towards the end of the table, Zack and Horror4Ever (H4E) are sitting next to each other, excitedly telling anecdotes to the two young ladies Newb was flirting with earlier. The girls, Murderdoll and MissMacabre sigh, unimpressed at whatever they're being told. The two men carry on regardless.

H4E: So I'm standing there wearing the most awful scarlet suit with peacock feathers in the hat. The only food in the room is a plum which has been dunked in mustard...

Zack: I walk in with an even worse white and green suit, see H4E standing there and what do you know? The door flies open and in comes Mr. Boddy! He takes one look at us and-

Miss Macabre turns so she is only looking at Murderdoll - the two begin discussing literature. A little further down, Flayed and Newb are attempting conversation with a gaunt faced man with large bags under his eyes and dishevelled hair. This is Phantomstranger.

Flayed: So, whereabouts were you born, Phantom?

PS: My old house...it has been burned down since.

Flayed exchanges an exasperated look with Newb who takes a breath and tries himself.

Newb: What are the women like wherever you live?

PS: They live like any other women.

Flayed: I don't suppose you have any hobbies, do you?

Newb: Flayed here is an archaeologist. It may be his job, but it's something of a hobby.

Flayed gives a half hearted nod.

PS: No, I do not.

At the far end of the table are Roshiq and V, sitting silently. They look around the room, taking in their surroundings fully. Their eyes dart from person to person as though they're not only reading the lips but reading the very soul itself. V momentarily glances at something up by the window, however he is distracted by Roshiq's inhalation as though he is about to speak. He is interrupted, however, by the side door to the dining room crashing open. Ferretchucker stands there with a small trolley, several plates on it. He gives a coy smile.

Ferretchucker: Dinner...is served.

Ending credits roll.

[horrorzack]

one question why the hell would I be talking about Clue?

[Sistinas666]

I'm curious to see where this is going......

[Caenxavier]

I promise not to drop out this time....

[ferretchucker]

one question why the hell would I be talking about Clue?

You weren't actually talking about playing Clue, merely an anecdote which payed homage to one of the inspirations of this little story. ;)

[horrorzack]

I keep on wondering, who will be killed? it could be doc fastus, ferretchucker in all his glory, or newb the old ladies man.

[Ripley666]

If you need a lord of the manor who has summoned everyone together for mysterious reasons, I'm in.

And this Lord certainly deserves a feline companion.

[ChronoGrl]

Nice job so far, Gabe. I like that I get to abuse Bwind. AND he's old. bwahaha. Daddy.

[phantomstranger]

Your description of me is perfect.
Thanks for letting me play here

[horrorzack]

when is the next part coming?

[ferretchucker]

Tonight, once I've finished all my homework :)

[horrorzack]

sweet cant wait.

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Cut to the guests sitting around the table having just finished their meal. They're chatting merrily to each other whilst Ferretchucker clears away the plates, casting glares at the happy folk. Doc Faustus stands up and clears his throat. The people continuing chatting. He looks down at Friday13thFan and winks, who then nods back at him.

Doc: Just like in Venice.

F13F: Do it.

Ferretchucker looks up and catches sight of Doc lifting up a glass. He begins to shout in protest but too late: Doc launches the glass at the far wall, shattering it into a hundred pieces. The rooms goes deathly quiet.

Doc: Glad that got your attention, it's a little trick I picked up whilst on my travels. In particular, it is when F13F here and I were in Venice, I closing a deal to sell my house there. It was on that trip that I choked on an olive. For some strange reason the "universal" sign for choking doesn't apply to the Venetians, who stood gawking at me. I have no idea what they think I was doing. Anyway, were it not for my now good friend here I would surely have choked.

F13F: All in a days work.

A faint laughter goes around the room.

Doc: Which is my point exactly. At some point in my life, I have come across each of you, and upon those meetings you have in some way, shape or form saved my life. I am in the greatest debt a man can be, and it is to over a dozen and a half people! Unfortunately, I cannot offer-Ferret! What are you doing?

Ferretchucker is leaning down, sweeping up the smashed class.

Ferretchucker: I believe I am cleaning the floor...sir. You seem to have accidentally broken one of your crystal classes...

Doc: Leave it! It makes for good effect! Go, now, prepare the rooms.

Ferretchucker sighs and walks slowly from the room.

Doc: As I was saying, I would love to pay you each in the currency of "life", but that is not accepted at many banks as of yet. Instead, I will settle for the next best thing. My life has had it's ups and downs and currently, I am in a lull. All I have to my name is...this house. By tomorrow night at midnight I shall have declared my heir, and they shall have this house. In the mean time, I simply want to know you all once more. Time is a cruel mistress with a veil that shields that which she passes. I have forgotten many voices, many mannerisms and I will use this time to get reacquainted with them. From there, I shall choose my successor. Good luck.

The hall is deathly silent. Doc looks around at the guests with a slight smile on his face. The silence lingers for a few seconds longer. The Return lets out a heavy breath and chuckles slightly.

The Return: My, oh, my. It's so quiet in here you could hear a pin drop.

At that precise moment, a small bronze nail falls from the ceiling above. The Return, puzzled, leans forward and looks at the pin. His eyes widen with terror as he suddenly looks up.

The Return: MOVE!

He dives out of the way, as do those sitting around him just as the huge chandelier above comes crashing down onto the table. Wood splinters everywhere and plates smash. Everybody is frozen by terror at what they've just seen. Hurried footsteps sound from just outside and Ferretchucker appears at the door. His mouth drops open at the sight before him. He tries to speak but can't find the words.

Doc: Could you..erm...get the broom perhaps, Ferretchucker?

Silence for a second, then MissMacabre begins laughing slightly, Murderdoll follows suit. The laughter spreads across the room until it is filled entirely by chuckles and guffaws. Cut to a shot of Murderdoll walking up the corridor which holds the bedrooms. She knocks on one of the doors. It opens, revealing a startled Zack. Without a word, Murderdoll slinks in, smiling slightly.

Cut to the gardens where The Return and Chronogrl wander. The grass is unkempt and the trees are rotting, clearly not treated for a long time. The walls of the houses crumbling are far more visible now.


The Return: I rather think I get along well with your father, do I not?

Chronogrl: Oh, Return. Truly, you mustn't worry of such things. Father is an overgrown hedgehog when it comes down to it. Bit prickly on the surface but underneath that cover there's a creature of true softness.

She looks everywhere but him, taking in her surroundings with great interest.

The Return: I know, I know. He's a wonderful gentleman and a figure of great admiration.

Chrono: Eugh. Must you speak of him in such a way?

She turns to look at The Return.

Chrono; He's just a man, an ordinary man who did some great things. Really though, he isn't some sort of God.

The Return: Ever so sorry, I didn-

There is a slight thudding sound from behind Chrono.

The Return: What on Earth is that?

He's looking over Chronogrl's shoulder. She spins around and sees a small shape on the ground. Bright lights shine up at her. She stares, perplexed for a moment, then it makes a sweet "meow" sound. Her eyes light up as she crouches to the ground. The cat tip toes towards her. In the moonlight, it is shown to be completely furless. Te Return gasps.

The Return: What a revolting creature!

Chronogrl: What? She's beautiful!

The Return: Surely you can't be serious! Look at that monster!

Chronogrl ignores him and continues stroking the cat. The Return ponders for a moment.

The Return: And how did it make such a loud thud...?

Cut to a shot of the empty, dark hallway. For a moment, everything is perfectly still. Then a scream! The shrill scream which echoes through the hallway. Doors swing open after a few seconds as people go to investigate. The screaming continues. The guests, led by V, get downstairs and rush to the source of the screaming: the dining room. The door is already open and the light on. Miss Macabre is curled against the wall, her hands covering her face. She shrieks. The rest of them look to what she is hiding from.

On the far wall is Ferretchucker. He is dangling three feet off the floor, suspended by one of the long chandelier crystals driven up through his ribcage. Another crystal holds his arm slightly out to the side. However, the most horrific sight is the two words either side of him. They're scrawled ub blood, bloody which drips down the dusty walls.

"MY HOUSE"

Ending credits roll.

[horrorzack]

Nice 3rd part. Looks like I took one of Newbs girls.:D

[phantomstranger]

Cool, very cool.

[Doc Faustus]

Good stuff. Very nice beginning for an old dark house story.

[crabapple]

That's darn creepy stuff! Great for the Halloween season. Shiver me timbers!

[friday13thfan]

My parts feel like cameos and one liners....AWESOME!!!! Also very well done so far. :)

[ferretchucker]

Thanks, guys. I'm gonna be away from my computer the majority of today so I'll post another update...TOMORROW. :D

[horrorzack]

wheres that update?

[ferretchucker]

Oh dear...terribly sorry! Meant to do this but it's just slipped my mind! Swamped with homework lately. It's too late over here to start a new part tonight, but I will try and remember tomorrow. From Thursday onwards I have a week off school, so I should do well then.

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Fade back to the room with the deathly message written on the wall. Murderdoll's eyes are wide open, staring at the body. Zack lifts up a hand to put on her shoulder in comfort but the sight becomes too much for him and he spins around, running to a plant pot and puking in it.

Bwind: Good heavens...who could have done this?

Sistinas: I...I...

He can't bring himself to finish the sentence. Amicus takes a step forward, towards the body but Roshiq quickly grabs him by the arm.

Roshiq: No! Nobody is to go near that thing.

Amicus: What? I'm not frightened, I read plenty of horror novels!

Roshiq: Don't be a fool! Every step you take forward, the harder it is to find clues as to who did this!

Amicus: Excuse me. Who put you in charge? If anybody should take charge surely it would be the captain!

Bwind: What? Me? Why, I'm flattered-

V: Sirs! Please. This is not the time! How can you bicker over such a trivial matter when before you is the impaled body of a man with whom we conversed mere hours ago?

Amicus opens his mouth to speak but is quickly shot down with a deathly glance from Massacre Man.

Zack: How long has he...

He bends his head over the plant pot and continues his vomiting. F13F suddenly spins around, cautiously.

Massacre Man: What?!

F13F: The killer...they could be anywhere!

Massacre Man: Oh God...you're right. What if they're in this room?

Murderdoll: The blood...it looks...

Phantom Stranger: Fresh...

V ignores them. Instead, he walks over to MissMacabre, who is still weeping against the wall. He bends down.

V: Miss...miss...Macabre, was it? Miss.

She looks up, slowly. The tears stream down her face.

V: I need you to tell me exactly what happened, miss.

She looks at him, blankly.

V: Miss Macabre. I can help, I do this sort of thing for a living. Please, just tell me what happened...why were you down here?

Newb: Can't you see she's shaken up?

Roshiq: Shh! Let him work!

V: Go on, Miss..

MissM: ...I was walking past...there...a wince...no...no, grimace. The handle was so...cold.

Bwind: Good lord, girl! Speak some sense!

Amicus: Well said!

Roshiq: 'Tis Not the time!

Bwind: Well excuse me if I find it awfully suspicious that...Oh lord.

Roshiq: What is it now, man?

Bwind: My daughter! Where's my daughter?

As if on cue, footsteps sound out of the darkness of the hallway behind them.

Bwind: Chrono? Oh, Chrono, please tell me that it is you haunting that darkness!

No response.

Roshiq: Everybody...be on guard.

Worried looks spread through the crowd. The footsteps draw closer.

Bwind: Chrono, if that's you-

Chrono: Of course it is me, father. Must you shout?

The Return: Hear...what's this? We heard a noise from outside-

He is cut off by a faint whimper from Chrono before she falls backwards. Newb rushes to catch her, but The Return is closer at hand and warns off the old man with a glare.

The Return: Dear me...what on earth has happened here?

Before anybody can answer, Zack vomits once more, this time missing the plant pot, sending beige, lumpy liquid across the floor. The people recoil in horror.

V: Perhaps we should move to another room...?

Ending credits roll.

[horrorzack]

Zack lifts up a hand to put on her shoulder in comfort but the sight becomes too much for him and he spins around, running to a plant pot and puking in it. there goes my lunch.

[friday13thfan]

Random appearance? Check! Also very well done as usual.

[X¤MurderDoll¤X]

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[_____V_____]

Nice one. I like where this is heading to.

Keep going, lad!

[roshiq]

One down...now the fun part begins.:cool:

[phantomstranger]

that was truly sick.....LOVE IT! Keep up the good work.

[hammerfan]

You've read my contract

I have to be the hero

at least one nude scene with one of HDC hottest chicks

If you must kill me the odds have to be something like 10 bad guys against me

and NO red M&Ms in my trailer


Just wait, pretty soon you can add me to the list of hot chicks. :D With working 13 hours a day, 6 days a week, I'm losing weight like crazy!

[newb]

Just wait, pretty soon you can add me to the list of hot chicks. :D With working 13 hours a day, 6 days a week, I'm losing weight like crazy!

you've always been hot in my book ;)

[hammerfan]

you've always been hot in my book ;)

Thanks, hon!! You know, I totally forgot you're in R.I. I went to Newport about a month or so ago with a co-worker and his wife. Beautiful town!!

[ChronoGrl]

Oh no! What will become of Chrono? :eek:

[ChronoGrl]

He's looking over Chronogrl's shoulder. She spins around and sees a small shape on the ground. Bright lights shine up at her. She stares, perplexed for a moment, then it makes a sweet "meow" sound. Her eyes light up as she crouches to the ground. The cat tip toes towards her. In the moonlight, it is shown to be completely furless. Te Return gasps.

The Return: What a revolting creature!

Chronogrl: What? She's beautiful!

The Return: Surely you can't be serious! Look at that monster!

Chronogrl ignores him and continues stroking the cat. The Return ponders for a moment.

Awwwwww, Pipley. :D

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Fade to an external shot of the Manor. Fade to a shot of a long, dark hallway, lit only by the dim moonlight shining underneath the red velvet curtains. A figure wearing a black cloak slinks down the hall, crouched low. They turn, their eyes illuminating towards the camera. After checking that the coast is clear, the figure pulls the rug to one side, revealing a trap door underneath. The figure grasps the metal handle and lifts up the crude wooden hatch. It jumps down, closing the hatch beneath it, carefully pulling the rug over the door as much as it can before it finally closes.

Cut to the parlour, lit by a fire burning in the corner. Miss Macabre is sitting on a red sofa, Chronogrl offering a gentle pat on the back, re-assuring her. V stands by the corner, looking into the fire, a thoughtful hand placed on his chin. The door opens and Bwind walks in with Massacre Man and Flayed.

MassacreMan: Still no sign of him.

V: Really? Not even a trace? You checked his-

Flayed: Yes, we checked his room. Doesn't look as though he has been there at all for days. Dust was gathering on the window sill and fire in the corner was reduced to grey ash.

V: Hmmm, that is odd. Are you sure it was his room?

MassacreMan: Quite sure, yes.

V: It had his attire in there?

Flayed: From the looks of it, yes.

Bwind: Really! Why are we even having this discussion? It's clear that the blasted fellow murdered his butler and has left all of us here - probably going to claim that we did it and he managed to get away just in time!

V: Captain, you're jumping to some rather extreme conclusions.

Bwind: Like heck I am! The man was a coward when I knew him back in the day. Just a vile rat who cares more about gold than his peers! I wouldn't be surprised if he's run off with all of our suitcases!

Chronogrl: Father!

Bwind: Don't you raise your voice to me, girl! We're leaving. Let someone else nurse the prostitute.

Massacre Man: You're being a bit rash, aren't you? The poor girl is in shock.

Bwind: Poor? Ha! High class whore like her probably has more money than she lets on.

Missmacabre whimpers, Chronogrl hugs her tighter.

Flayed: Captain, I understand that you are under some stress right now, but we need you to calm down.

Bwind: Oh, bugger the lot of you! I'm leaving - now! Chrono, you can hitch a ride with The Return if looking after that creature means so much to you.

He gestures at MissMacabre, then storms out of the room, mumbling. The door slams behind him. Massacre Man rolls his eyes and takes a seat, lighting up a pipe.

Massacre Man: When Faustus was my tutor he was always disappearing like this too. Knowing him, the old coot has probably just gone for a walk and he will appear back here in no time.

He takes a puff from the pipe.

Massacre Man: Of course, that leaves the question of who murdered The Ferretchucker?

V clicks his tongue and puts a few more pieces of coal on to the fire.

V: Indeed it does...indeed it does...Flayed.

Flayed: Yes, how can I help you?

V: You're an archaeologist, are you not?

Flayed: Yes, I can confirm that that is the case.

V: I must confess, I know little about your area of expertise but what do you know of this house? How old is it? Is there anything of interest on this site?

Flayed: Oh. Hmmm. I couldn't place an exact date on it, but I'd say it was most likely constructed in early tudor times, perhaps shortly after Henry VII? As for whether there is anything interesting I cannot say. I specialise in matters abroad. Northern Africa, mainly.

V: Hmm...pity.

He trails off once more, silence filling the room. Suddenly, a loud bang from outside catches all of their attention. It sounds as though several people are walking in the front door. Voices can be heard, amongst them is The Return.

The Return: Please, just, yes, through there. No - oh, CAREFUL!

There's a smash from just outside the door and a murmured apology.

The Return: Really, it's alright! It's not mine anyway.

The door swings open and in walks The Return, Zack and two other people. The first is a drunken looking burly man with thinning grey hair. His clothes are dirty and MassacreMan coughs out smoke upon the smell hitting him. This is Straker. He is closely followed by a woman looking around 50 with grey hair and equally shabby clothing. She doesn't appear to be drunk, but casts a scowl at everybody in the room, as though she has an instant dislike for them. This is Hammerfan.

The Return: Ah, hello. Everybody, this is Straker and his wife, Hammerfan. They live within the grounds, apparently and they say-

Straker interrupts, speaking in a thick Scottish accent.

Straker: I can show you exactly where that wee scoundrel Faustus is hiding!

Ending credits roll.

[_____V_____]

Just wait, pretty soon you can add me to the list of hot chicks. :D With working 13 hours a day, 6 days a week, I'm losing weight like crazy!

I have the wet T-shirt pics and birthday suit pics to prove it! :D


Oh no! What will become of Chrono? :eek:

No worries. She will end up in V's be......errrrrrrr *cough*cough* umm...arms when it is all over. :D

[horrorzack]

What was that? Did you say bed? Naughty boy.

[ChronoGrl]

No worries. She will end up in V's be......errrrrrrr *cough*cough* umm...arms when it is all over. :D

I wouldn't have it any other way. :D

[Straker]

The first is a drunken looking burly man with thinning grey hair. His clothes are dirty and MassacreMan coughs out smoke upon the smell hitting him. This is Straker.

That has had me laughing all day, quality character, and my new favourite.

Awesome story, keep it up. :cool:

[horrorzack]

k. its been a while

[ferretchucker]

Indeed it has - totally bogged down with essays. Hopefully Friday will be the night!

[horrorzack]

Indeed it has - totally bogged down with essays. Hopefully Friday will be the night! yipee cant wait.

[ferretchucker]

Sorry, totally dropped the ball on this one. Came down with an inner ear infection last night and had work tonight, then went out for a meal. At this point, I don't know when I'll be able to find the time to write the next episode. :(

[horrorzack]

Sorry, totally dropped the ball on this one. Came down with an inner ear infection last night and had work tonight, then went out for a meal. At this point, I don't know when I'll be able to find the time to write the next episode. :( Thats too bad. This is now the most anticapated movie of Christmas 2010

[horrorzack]

Where is the next part i've waited quite a while.

[horrorzack]

a month has passed where is the next part. Whats wrong? More essays?

[horrorzack]

Oh god sorry I forgot about the ear infection. I'm sorry ive been so heartless, Only thinking about the movie.

[ferretchucker]

Haha, really, it's fine. I have still have the notes regarding characters on the post-it at the side of my screen, it's just finding the time! I will try to get some up in the winter months before I forget.

[horrorzack]

Once again its been a while. Hope the next part wont be delayed until 2011:(

[horrorzack]

well its been delayed till 2011.....obviously

[Sistinas666]

My guess is indefinately.........

[ferretchucker]

It died! It died a terrible death!

I haven't felt any real connection with this story or the characters in it - not like I did in HDCween, Corpse in Orbit or Darkness and Daggers. I think I've just faded away from it. Sorry, Zack, I know you were enjoying it.

[scouse mac]

Let someone else pick it up if they want FC, Im sure someone could run with this ball.

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the Manor, the moonlight casting long shadows across the grounds. A lone figure briskly walks across the pathway, stepping through the puddles. It is Bwind. He mumbles to himself something about the "insolent girl". He reaches the stable, continuing the muttering. Cut to an external shot of the stable.

Bwind: Oh...oh Good heavens above!

Cut to F13F and Roshiq walking through a large room filled with various statues.

Roshiq: Where does a man find the time to procure so much pointless art.

F13F: I'm guessing you don't know how I know Doc Faustus then?

Roshiq gives him a look to confirm his notion.

F13F: We were, for want of a better word, con men. Over in Venice he and I used to pose as art collectors - which wasn't untrue, we did collect art, we just didn't pay for it. We would hire a hotel room in one of the swankier areas of town and invite the owner of art works to our room. When they got to the room, one of us would show them around whilst the other ran off with the painting or sculpture. It was a risky business, but it helped pay for this place.

Roshiq: Risky?

F13F: Well, you have to remember these other collectors are very protective over their works. One fellow, Isaac something, he referred to them as his "babies". They made precautions. For instance this...

He walks to one of the painting. It depicts a woman in a green dress cradling a sick old man.

Roshiq: What about it?

F13F: The owner of this had some guys waiting outside the room. I waltz out holding this and straight away they're on me. I managed to squirm away so they ran in for Doc. I quickly ran into the next room along - terrified couple in there were getting up to lord knows what - and jumped across the balcony, still holding onto the painting. I chuck it off the edge, run into the room and grab Doc just before the men get to him, drag him off the balcony too. We fell twenty feet onto a restaurant table. Took me forever to get the lasagne out of my suit...still. We got the painting.

Roshiq: That's fairly impressive, despite the fact I'm usually one of the men who foils you criminals. How about this one. Any story behind that?

He points to a sculpture of a wolf with eagle's wings. Friday13thFan walks towards it.

F13F: Ah, now that one-

Suddenly, the floor falls through under his feet, wood splintering. His scream lasts several seconds then there is a deep thud.

Roshiq: Good lord!

He carefully treads towards the hole in the floor, then looks over the edge. F13F has fallen down what looks like an old well, hidden beneath the building.

Roshiq: Friday! Friday, can you hear me? Are you okay?

Silence for several seconds, then a groan.

Roshiq: I'm going to need you to respond. Have you broken anything?

F13F: I swear falling onto that table didn't hurt this bad...

Roshiq sighs with relief, then laughs slightly at the joke.

Roshiq: I'm going to go and get-

He is cut short. From within the well, F13F hears a thud.

F13F: Roshiq! Detective Roshiq?

He gets no response, but footsteps slowly make their way around the hole in the floor. F13F looks up and sees the silhouette of a figure looking down at him.

F13F: Who is that? Hello? Can you help me! Are you dumb or something, answer me!

The person makes only one sound.

Voice: Shhhhh.

F13F: What..?

His eyes widen as he looks up and sees the figure dangling a knife over the hole in the floor.

F13F: What do you think you're doing?! ROSHIQ! HELP! SOMEBODY!

The figure lets go of the knife. It races down the well. F13F tries to shield himself with his arms but to no avail. The knife plunges into his lower abdomen, around his stomach area. He screams in pain, the sound echoing throughout the halls of the building. Closing credits roll.