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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!
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Part 5
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.
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