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 Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 4:37 pm
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Amelia wasn’t sure if threatening to shoot them all was the best way to resolve the situation, but she would never find out. Everyone, Amelia included, turned towards the male Eli had brought back with him shortly after the coughing fit began.
“Oh my God, Grant!” Alison rushed over to the man who had been so kind to her as he turned purple and began foaming at the mouth. There was nothing she could do for him though. Only watch helplessly as he struggled towards the door. “Do something!” the girl demanded of Eli with fresh tears in her eyes, but it was all in vain. There was nothing they could do and Amelia knew Grant was dead.
A few moments of stunned silence, only interrupted by Alison sobbing over Grant, went by before the cook with the blow torch spoke up. “If one thems was the killer, they wouldn’t have had time to poison the water.” He pointed out.
“One of them could have sneaked in here before the rest of the group came!” Margo shot back. “We are safer without them here!”
“How do we know they didn’t poison him!” Alison accused the kitchen staff.
“It just makes it easier for the killer if we sit here fighting!” Amelia cut in. “If we want to live, we need to work together!” That and not eat or drink anything.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 4:31 pm
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Alison flinched at Eli's shouting even though it wasn't directed at her. She was completely distraught at the moment. First the people in her room, now Grant.... It seemed so wrong to just leave him out in the hall. She didn't say anything, but she did finally get up off the floor and head inside with the others.
"This isn't some ******** B movie where the least popular character dies you moron." Margo muttered under her breath, apparently determined to get the last word in.
At least she had stopped yelling though, so that was an improvement in Amelia's opinion. How Eli expected her to ease tensions she hadn't a clue. There weren't a lot of encouraging words she could give without out right lying about the situation and she had a feeling some, if not all of them would see through such a lie. Did she explain how her and Eli had survived something similar? That could either go well or it could go very poorly. They could take comfort in knowing there was experience on their side and listen to her and Eli, or they blame them for the events occurring at the hotel. "Look. We need to work together, or it just makes it easy for the murder to pick us off one by one. We stick together, we don't touch anything and we make it through the night." Amelia wasn't so sure if that was true or not. Originally she thought the killer would save her and Eli for last, so whoever was with them would be relatively safe. However given the poison and the death of Grant she was suddenly much less sure. Figuring out who the killer was seemed like the better choice now.
"It seems like the best option to me." Amelia turned her head slightly to see the wife of the couple they had found in the hallway earlier speak up, clinging ever so tightly to her husband. Not that she could blame them. If things had been different, Amelia might be doing the same.
"Room 312." Anna whispered back to Sam. They were on the main floor, which meant climbing two flights of stairs to the third floor. "We should ask the guy with the gun." She hadn't caught Eli's name, but he had gone off by himself once already to return with the crying girl and the now dead guy. He seemed like the best hope of finding her family. That and he had a gun.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 9:56 pm
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   Eli Blackwood
Eli took his knife in hand and flicked it open. He looked at the blade for a minute and then twirled it through his fingers in an impulsive way. No one else would notice anything, but Amelia might recognize the way he spun it around his hand. She wouldn't recognize exactly what he had done, but if her memory was good, she would get a slightly familiar feeling. "I'll be back." And with that he left the room. He had at least three flights of stairs ahead of him and a long dark hallway. Once he was out of the kitchen area his entire demeanor shifted. He stood a little straighter and walked with a little more intensity. He had closed the knife and slipped it back into his pocket so that he would appear unarmed. His expression turned a little and he pushed forward through the dark building. He followed the hallway until he found a stair access and when he did he mead his way up to the third floor where the parents' room was supposed to be. To most the walls would have seemed like they were enclosing on them but not to him. He had been in this position before, just not this role.
It would have only been six minutes after Eli left the room that the killer began to follow him. The killer was smart and had waited for another to run from the room to save Sam. From their vantage point, the killer watched Eli move out the room and then up the stairs and it was in the hallway of the third floor that the killer would strike. Sam was of little importance, his death was planned and could easily be achieved, but Eli, Eli was someone the killer had great interest in. Even more than Amelia. The killer moved like a ghost behind Eli, not emitting even the slightest noise in his steps and he remained far enough behind that Eli would never know. Or at least that is what the killer thought. Eventually Eli turned into the open door of room 312 and disappeared inside. The killer could hear Eli and Sam inside. Eli was shouting at Sam for what he had done and Sam was defending himself. It was too chaotic to be distinguishable but the killer understood the general message. Eli was mad that Sam had run and Sam felt it was the right choice. The killer set up in the room directly across the hall and listened to the shouting. It was almost entertaining. Entertaining because of how easy it was to tear these people apart. The killer heard the door across the hall open and shut and he could hear Eli begin to lead Sam away so a quick decision was made. The killer would have both their lives. Sam would be easy and from what the killer knew about Eli, the dirty little secret, he would care more about himself than Sam. So a second passed, and then the killed slammed open the door and leapt out into the hallway to murder the duo. All according to plan.
Until Eli struck first.
The killer had hardly made it a step into the hallways before being sidelined by Eli who rolled off quickly after the duo hit the ground. "Sam run! Tell the others!" Eli shouted the order and without question, Sam ran. The killer rolled onto their side and then stood, brandishing a large kitchen knife as Eli flicked open his pocket knife. Eli waited a moment until the door to the stairway swung open and slammed shut, then he relaxed his posture a little and the killer did the same. "He's gone, take off the mask, Grant."
"And here I thought I got it passed you." He responded as he peeled the mask off his face and tossed it onto the ground. Grant smiled his cocky smile and flourished his knife a little. "Then again, how could I?"
"I would have shot you in the hallway if not for the others. They wouldn't have believed me." Eli replied bluntly as he noted Grant flourishing his knife. "You really did steal everything."
"Steal? I thought that imitation would flatter." Grant took a step forward and Eli took a step back.
"A little, but it is a sign of a base mind. Stealing all my tricks. A clever way to get my attention but because you so clearly know what I did, you should know that my attention is not something you want." Eli now took a step forward and it was Grant who stepped back. "Poison, a clever way to get yourself out of the group to set more traps. Makes everyone think you are dead. I would have used it to if I didn't intend to get away with the murder."
"Actually that is something I wanted to ask you. One of the reasons I brought you into this game. You are the only killer I know who got away. They never knew it was you. They could never see the evil your eye that I could. How did you do it? How did you fool everyone, even Amelia, into thinking you were just another survivor?" Grant seemed like a fan meeting their hero. It was both inspiring and disgusting.
"With difficulty. Getting one of the survivors in my disguise was the most difficult part. After that, I just needed to kill them in front of Amelia without giving them a chance to say anything. Amelia did the rest and I was never looked into. Not exactly an option for you." Eli responded as he flourished his knife one more time.
"Oh but it is, you see, I have you. You can vouch for me. If we kill all of them, you can tell any officials that I am a survivor, just like you." Grant smiled but the look on Eli's face drained what little joy he had. "Or I can tell them everything. Tell them what you did, what you are, and make them think you are the killer." Now it was Eli who smiled and Grant took a step back in confusion.
"But you can't. You made a mistake that I never did. They think you are dead. They can't see you anywhere or they will know. " Eli stepped forward and raised his knife to point at Grant. "It's a shame really, you should have just asked me. Instead you lured me into this game. This could have been different."
"It still can, we can kill the rest of them together-"
"No." Eli shut him down and Grant took another step back as Eli began walking towards him. Grant's knife didn't make him feel as secure as it once did. Then again, he had more than a knife on him.
"Don't you wanna know why I brought you here? Why I am killing everyone-"
"I don't care. I killed because I wanted to, because the kids annoyed me, and because I knew I could. I did it for that look in their eye when the life leaves their body. The power over life and death. I stopped so that I wouldn't have to see that again but you forced me to." Eli continued his path and Grant began walking backwards.
"I did this for you! I did this to remind you what you are! I did this so you can teach me!"
"Shhhh, it's time for this game to end." Eli almost whispered and a dark look came over Grant.
"So it is." He threw his knife at Eli to buy him a little time as he reached to the back of his waistband and gripped the handle of his pistol. He didn't see that Eli had ducked under the knife and charged him. Before he could aim the pistol, Eli had opened a cut across Grant's stomach and wrist which caused Grant to yelp and drop the gun. Eli stabbed at Grant's neck but Grant smacked his arm away and kicked Eli back. Eli lost his balance as he stumbled backwards and fell but he rolled through his fall and ended up back on his feet to rush Grant again. Grant reached down for the gun and Eli nailed Grant's hand to the ground with his pocket knife, then picked the gun up and pressed it to Grant's temple. Before he could pull the trigger Grant had ripped the pocket knife out of his own hand and slashed at Eli with it. He opened a cut across Eli's neck. The cut wasn't deep enough to kill but the area it had hit caused Eli to recoil backwards and give Grant some space. Grant was smart and instead of pressing forward, he retreated. He took Eli's knife and before Eli could aim the gun again, Grant was gone.
"s**t!" Eli shouted as he slipped the gun into his waistband and kicked the wall. "s**t!" He kicked the wall hard enough that he put a hole in it and then composed himself. There was work to do now. He picked up Grant's larger knife and began looking around, he couldn't see a blood trail so he would let it go for now and instead return to the survivors. Which he began to do.
Sam ran back into the kitchen and looked around frantically. "Eli found the killer! They are fighting outside room 312." Sam was breathing heavily which showed that he had been in pretty much a full sprint the whole way to the kitchen. Then he looked over to Anna "You're parents weren't there. I'm sorry."
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