Eternal Dream Murder Mystery

(One of the deaths is just like how Flippy killed one his vitmes in happy tree friends!)

I kick open the door of my room, not felling like pushing it open. I sniff the air. "Burning?" I thought as I run to the kicktion, looking at the body. "Dammit, the killer killed again." I thought as I remove the burning food off the stove and I started to run though the halls. "EVERYONE THAT IS LEFT AWAKE UP THE KILLER HAS KILLED AGAIN KEEP AN EYE OPEN FOR ANY MORE DEAD BODIES!" I yelled as I run though the halls, slipping on some blood. "What another killing?" I thought.

I woke up. That shouldn't have happened. I had the intention of staying up through the night to save myself, but apparently my body wasn't up for it. I stood up, and looked in the room's bathroom mirror, and could see rings under my eyes, not very distinct, but they were there. "I look like hell." I said to myself, combing my hair to get rid of my bed head.

I removed the furniture from in front of the door, and unlocked it. If someone wanted to unlock the windows, they could do it on their own time, not mine. I closed the door behind me as I entered the hallway. The acoustics of the building allowed me to hear indistinct yelling, but I credited the indistinguishableness of the sounds to my lack of sleep.

I could only make out a few words, but from what I ascertained, someone else had died. I couldn't care less about the murders anymore, as long as I wasn't dead, I was happy at this point. I began to make my way to the kitchen, perhaps the only place in the DHQ I knew how to get to without fail.

I hummed a random set of tunes as I walked down the corridor; singing. "A bowl a day keeps the killer away...".

I slowly wake up, my vision is still blurred... I immediately fell something is wrong. Another murder? So soon? Nevertheless, I don't get up, but stare at the plain ceiling...
I find myself opening the door out of my bedroom, and head to the kitchen for breakfast... only to find a dead body on the ground.
"What the..." The scene was clearly unexpected, the reaction was unconscious.

I see someone else in the kitchen for once. Someone alive, for once. I don't know him, but it doesn't matter, I need the body. Yes, I'm afraid the killer must've gotten to....this guy during the course of the night. I'll just...bury him outside later. Although I'll move him now so he doesn't make anyone sick while they eat their food.. I drag the corpse out of the room, and sit it on the side of the building.

I couldn't believe I had to handle death this early in the morning. Kind of depressing. Poor guy's face got fried. I chuckled at the destroyed face, wondering why the killer chose to use such a painful way of torture.

I go back inside and setup my breakfast. As I poured my milk, I wondered what I'd do if I ran out of this stuff, or cereal for that matter. After a few seconds of losing focus, I discarded the thought, and quickly placed the milk back on the counter. I had nearly overflowed the bowl, what a waste.

I decided to leave the cereal and milk out, since it seems people are actually starting to eat breakfast again. It was a little strange, though, no one had eaten at all during the past...what? Week? Weird.

I looked at the blood, not sure what why to follow it. "I need more man power to look for the bodies." I thought as I walked back to the kitchen. "I need some help looking for bodies, you want to help?" I asked, looking at Aura and Shadow27.

Unfortunately, I can't help, I'm gonna be working on some stuff after I'm done eating., I replied, munching on my honey nut cheerios. Although when I'm done, I'll be looking for the bodies, there may be more messages.. Shortly after I finished the sentence, I had finished my breakfast, and I left the kitchen in search of tools. Although I wasn't the type, I needed them for this occasion.

"...I guess we should." I reply. "Since I don't have really nothing to do..."
I quickly go to my room and grab my Slasher, its blade shines from the sun's rays that sneak from the window. I contemplate it for a bit, then go back to Chibimon, who was waiting...

By daylight, I was finally tired, but someone's screaming in the hallways renewed my vigil in the hallways. Well, not screaming, but yelling about something. I'm too far away to hear what the person may be saying, but I've a feeling I know what it's about. Somehow I missed the killer while I was prowling.

I find myself outside the doors to the Hall of Visualization, and lo and behold, there was another body. I step inside and curse under my breath, affording myself just the one so I wouldn't go crazy with cursing.

It was another member I didn't know very well, but I knew his name was Rainbow something-or-other. The killer seemed to have a sense of humor now, or at least showing a little more creativity. A heart-shaped hole in the chest showing the heart. Funny. I'm not laughing but I'm sure at another time under different circumstances, I would've been.

'The others should know about this one.' I think, and try to decide where most people would be right about now. Lately it seems most people have given up the Room of Generality in favor of the kitchen. So the kitchen it is. I wonder some more until I find it, and there are some people inside . . . and lookie there, blood trail and the stench of burnt meat. Appetizing.

I awaken from my trance and find that I am curled up in a closet, but why? As I exit the enclosure I had awakened in I realize that many days have passed and I am still in the same room, Shandreara's room, but where is her body? And what happened to everyone else? That crazy dream I had, was that all real?
The images flood into my head, members speaking in hushed tones, more bodies, and ... oh god...
as I stand my legs crumple underneath me causing my body to slump towards the ground and I catch a mouthful of dust and dirt as I hit the unkempt floor. How long have I been in this room? What do all these dreams mean?
As I regain my balance I exit the room to find out more information. My stomach growls loudly in response to my wandering thoughts. "Oh Man! I haven't eaten in days!" I make my way toward the kitchen and hear voices. Thank goodness, maybe now I can get some answers. Sure enough I walk into the room and spot a dead body and start dry heaving. The guy's entire side of his face is burt off! At least I think it's a guy, kinda hard to tell with no facial features.
I regain my composure and look around the room at the others. Hopefully while I have been daydreaming someone has done something productive for once. Cerani's probably the only one who cares about finding out who did this besides me. The others just want to save themselves. I'm in the same boat, but I actually have sympathy for the dead. The image of Masquerade's body flying out of a window escaping an explosion fills my mind. Heh... so they finally got rid of the bodies. Where are these images coming from? Are they a past memory? Or perhaps I was awake and I just don't remember.
I drop the thoughts I have and look around the room once more. Cerani, Aura, Shadow and some weird person I've never seen before, it appears they are calling this person Dark Chibimon. I turn to all of them and explain where I have been. As I conclude my story I wait for their response, and ask a few questions of my own.
"Well, now that more people are dead wouldn't it be wise to figure out some sort of plan?"

I frown a little. "We tried to get people into action, but everyone only seems to want to talk about what they're going to do."

I look down at the floor in disappointment. "It seems no one really cares about stopping the killer, only hiding from him."

I looked over at Cerani. "Have you found any other bodies but this one?" I asked.

I look back up, still frowning. "Yes. I think his name is Rainbow. The killer got creative, and he left another message."

"What did the message say and where is the body?" I asked.

A rueful smile crosses me and I say, "Ironically, in the Hall of Visualization. The killer says, 'Death is beautiful.' "

Taken aback I enter the conversation, "This guys is sick, he's just toying with us... , or is he giving us clues. hmmm. This is a bit confusing."

"Death is beautiful..." I reaped the message to myself, thinking about what it means. "Alright, can you keep an eye out for anymore bodies?" I asked.

I walked into my room, grabbing a small bag with a tent in it, walking into the Meadow of Melodies and started to set up my tent.

I locked myself away in my room, working on my contraption. I would be in here for days, no food, hardly any sleep. I myself didn't understand what brought me to doing this, but it seemed worth it.

"Nothing like red rain.", I said to myself while I worked.

Before setting up to build this...thing, I had booby trapped my room. The door was locked normally, if anyone; such as the killer, came in, they would walk right into a mass of sharp objects mounted behind the door. The windows were rigged with lysol grenades, and the glass was reinforced with a layer of makeshift metals. Just in case someone was smart enough to find a way passed the little door trap, there was a trip-wire that would drop my katana's blade upon their head.

If anyone knew I was gonna do something this immoral to the corpses, they'd very much stop it before I had a chance at achieving ultimate entertainment. That was not going to happen.

I glance upwards at a clock hanging on the wall. It's past midday already. Was I daydreaming? Oh well.

I search the fridge for a snack, not really caring what it was, and gobble it down. When I'm trough, I shuffle almost zombie-like out of the room, down the hallway, and into my mess of a room. I can see why the killer wouldn't want to come in here, but I haven't been sleeping in here lately. Clothes, papers, and books litter the floor, and there is kind of winding path leading from my door to my bookcase, and then onwards to my bed. Heh, my regular route when I bother to come in here.

I shut my door quietly and lock it, just in case, then make my way to my bed. I flop onto it and look up, out my window. A thought strikes: the killer could get in through the window too. I reach up for the lock to discover it's already locked. I sigh tiredly, my arm falls back down beside my head, and I abruptly fall asleep.

As evening begins, I have no intention of getting out of bed. I have no motivation. No support. Nothing really. All of my close friends at the Dream Headquarters haven't been around lately, so I just think that it might be a little safer in my room.

I, with melancholy, stand up from my bed and pace over to my mini-fridge. I open the door to the fridge and pull out a microwavable dinner. I then place the dinner in the small, portable microwave that's located above my fridge. I set the timer for one minute thirty two seconds.

I then take a seat on my armchair; pulling out an interesting novel.

I slowly walked down the hallway, sword in hand. I finaly got to my room, and went in, sighing. "This will never end..." I turned around and locked my door. "I wish that this would all end..." I sighed, and layed down in bed, not falling asleep.

I stir and wake, still in my bed, my covers a mess around me. I hadn't bothered to get underneath them. I turn over and breathe in deeply. It'll probably be another long night, but I have something I want to get first. I get off of my bed, go to my door, unlock it, and pad out into the hallway.

I head out of the Dream HQ, towards the Vortex of Words. When I reach it, I think of something I know I can use to fight with: a recurve bow, along with four 26" long broadtip arrows, each having quarter inch shafts. It's the one weapon I seem to have an actual talent for. I can hit nearly any target I want, so long as I concentrate for a second or two, within three inches.

The Vortex awards me with an image of what I want. In Eternal Dream, there's a trick to getting what you want here. I snap my fingers, and the image solidifies. I take the bow and grab the arrows, then string the bow. It reminds me of the bow I first started with, another recurve with about 25 lb of pull strength. I pulled the string on the one I held now. It was about the same, so I should be familiar with it. I visualize a modern quiver, and repeat the trick, then put my arrows in it. After I'm all set, I march off back to the Dream Headquarters, finally feeling that I'm capable of doing something.

Inside the darkening marble halls, I tread quietly. It seems that everything is louder, every cat-like step I take seeming thunderous to me, even though the rational part of my mind knows it's only adrenaline. I'm not excited, I don't feel angry, no fear is coursing through my veins. I'm hunting this night. Whether I catch my prey is another thing altogether.

I walked though the halls, looking though the darkening windows, taking out my sword, holding on to it like it's my lifeline, well if you think about it, it is my only lifeline.