by changeling 266 Replies latest jw friends
A duel huh? To the death. Well, since I was next on the list to die anyway, what difference does it make?
So BB, how were you going to over-power me?
How about this?
How about we each write the end to this story and send our endings to Changling.
Then, she can post them both and people can vote on which one they like best.
Does that sound fair to you?
I for one love your idea!!!!!!!!
changeling
Sure!
Try to make my demise quick, though ok??
Mr and Mrs Rub a Dub will be there!
I'll make sure Mrs Rub has new batteries.
Rub a Dub
BB just PM'd me her side of the story. I think you will all be impressed:
The accusations from AB were flying fast and furious! There was no way he could prove anything! I had covered my tracks very carefully! Empress Changeling could not fathom that either of her guests could commit such henious crimes and didn't know who to believe. She knew, from her relationship with AB in the past, his proclivity for women's panties. It was one reason why she could never be with him "that way" anymore.
The only way to settle this was to have a duel. It wouldn't be the first time a duel was held on the front grass of the castle. She kept a pair of antique dueling pistols in her study for just such a purpose. It was decided to have it at dawn the next day.
The day dawned cold and damp. There was an eerie mist on the front lawn of the castle, swirling about. Empress Changeling met the two of us in the middle of the lawn. Both AB and I had our "seconds" with us. Mr Flipper had recovered enough, and since he suspected me (he just couldn't believe that a man would murder for womens panties), he stood there for AB. All I was left was with the helpless nvr. He had made his way home to the castle, with only a mild case of hypothermia. I warmed him up in my two person marble bath ;-) and he was able to act as my second, for all the good he'd do. I found out last night just what the extent of his construcion accident was!!
Empress Changeling called us to her and tossed a coin to see who would select the first pistol. I called heads, AB was left with tails. Heads it was. I surveyed the pistols very carefully. Having grown up in the wilds of Canada I knew a thing or two about firearms and was a crack shot. Having made my selection AB picked up the remaining pistol.
We turned back to back and stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Finally The Empress started calling out the paces we were to take. ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN! STOP!
It was time for action! Just as AB and I were turning around to take our fatal shots, I pulled off my velcro pants. There for all assembled to see was the FINEST pair of womens's panties. AB was momentarily mesmorized! This gave me the extra second or two that I needed to fire the first shot!
BAM! My shot rang out and it went true! AB stood there for a moment, a shocked look on his face. Whether it was from the sight of the spectacular panties or the shock of the bullet hitting him square between the eyes, we'll never know. First he dropped his pistol, his knees crumpled beneth him and he sank into the soft, lush grass, the mist swallowing his body. It was over before he knew what had happened.
I stood there, in the mist, and blew the smoke from the barrel of the pistol. It was over. Empress Changeling, Mr Flipper and nvr would never know which one of us was the true murderer
Mr FLIPPER still sitting in the chair ( having taken his manties off , trying to sentimentally remember he and Mrs. Flipper never wore manties or panties while sleeping always in the buff ) kept stroking his deceased bird he had taken care of after FF died. When he woke up out of his catatonic state he said, " Why the hell am I stroking a dead bird ? My wife is dead, everybody is dying ! Empress Changeling, help me ! What am I to do now ? With all this talk of panties, manties , dead bodies and birds, how in the world can I stay safe ? Is the murderer NVR, your butler ? Always in good murder mysteries- the butler did it ! Tell me please , or comfort me so I don't go insane ! " Peace out, Mr. Flipper
Here is abandoned's ending:
| OK, here's my ending.... | |
| Message | --------------------------------------------------------------------- The scent of Chamomile filled the kitchen while nvrgnbk, the ever faithful butler, chopped onions and peppers with a chef’s knife on a wooden cutting board. Chop, chop, chop. The sound droned on hypnotically. Chop, chop, chop. The vegetables were sufficiently sliced but nvrgnbk continued his robot-like motions. Chop, chop, chop. He didn’t hear anyone enter the kitchen and he didn’t feel the small stiletto enter into his side. He did show an expression of recognition as his eyes locked with those of his attacker and he fell to the floor, lifeless. Mr. Flipper, still overwrought from the death of his beloved, raised himself to his feet and stumbled to the budoir. The sight of Mrs. Flipper’s up-turned makeup case and floor strewn clothes knocked him out of his near-catatonic state and he felt the anger well up from within. Someone had gone through his dead wife’s belongings. And all of her panties were missing. Abandoned! It had to be that slow-thinking, gimp-legged freak. He glanced around the room, searching for something to use as a weapon, and settled on a solid brass candle holder. Candle holder firmly in hand, he moved to the bed, kissed his wife one last time on her forehead, and covered her with a pink, satin sheet. The anger, fear, and grief, however, monopolized his thinking and he failed to hear the distinct sound of footsteps as a masked figure glided into the room behind him. The blade was quick. Mr. Flipper made a gurgling sound and collapsed on top of his wife. Dead. Dragging his gimp leg as fast as he could, Abandoned slithered along the hallway toward the kitchen. “I know it was you,” he called out in the darkness. “You don’t need to hide your vile activities any longer.” Looking behind nervously and trying to control his breathing, he continued up to the kitchen’s door. The stench of death slapped him across the face and he bent over to retch. “You won’t get away with this.” He felt dizzy and weak. “I’m not as helpless as I look,” he screamed. But the stench was too much. He whipped around to avoid it, but the dizziness overcame him and he fainted in front of the door. “Abandoned,” Bumble Bee sung as she skipped down the hallway to the library. “Where are you? You can’t hide from me.” She knew he loved books. She knew he’d make his way to the library eventually. But what if he expected her to come here too? He didn’t seem very bright, but maybe that was just an act. Maybe he was the most devious of them all. She wasn’t willing to die to find out. Coming to a complete stop, she listened for any sound from any direction that might give any clue as to where he could be found. But nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary anyway. So that’s how it would be. A waiting game. Nothing more. She smirked and reached for the stiletto tucked into the waistband of her pants. Silently, she crept to a small stool just behind the open door and sat herself down. It was just a matter of time. All of a sudden a deafening crash reverberated throughout the mansion. She grabbed the stiletto and jumped to her feet as a slight breeze began to enter the library. She sniffed. What was that? Chamomile? The scent of her favorite tea made her stomach growl and she realized she was starving. Slowly, cautiously, she made her way to the door and out into the hallway. Down the stairs. Around the corner. Up ahead, she spied the dining room. Keeping close to the wall, with the stiletto raised in front of her, she moved to the dining room door and passed through it. Just a few feet sat between her and the kitchen door and the chamomile tea beyond. She could afford herself a break. Right? Besides, she’d be much more alert with a cup of tea and a cookie or two in her stomach. On tip toes, she crossed the dining room floor and stopped in front of the thick, kitchen door. She glanced through the tiny window but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Opening the door, however, nearly knocked her on her butt as the incredible, over-powering stink of death exploded from the kitchen and washed over her. Her appetite gone, she slammed the door and moved to the side. He must be close by. Somebody lie dead in the kitchen and this was the first time she’d been there all day. The sound of a door crashing shut, yanked Abandoned back to consciousness. He sat up immediately. The door slam was close by. She must be just ahead. In the kitchen or in the dining room behind. He reached down to his boot to see if the stiletto was still there. It was. He removed it with his left hand and pushed himself up with his right. Almost to his feet, he lost his balance and fell hard on his bad leg. He hoped the sound of his crash didn’t carry far. What was that? It sounded like someone bumping against the wall. Just on the other side of the kitchen door. He must still be there. Bumble Bee took a deep breath and held onto the stiletto with both hands. Feeling her heart beating hard in her chest, she slipped open the door and snuck into the kitchen. The stench remained, but she put it out of her mind and examined the room. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except. A shoe stuck out from the other side of the counter. She moved closer and almost gasped as she discovered nvrgnbk lying in a pool of his own blood. She wanted to puke but she stifled the desire and continued to inspect the room. There were only two doors and she had come through one. That meant that Abandoned must be beyond the other one. She took a another deep breath, hoping she was up to the challenge that stared her in the face. Redoubling his efforts, Abandoned pushed himself to his feet and held onto the wall. Instinctively, he knew his final confrontation was at hand. Steadying his arms and legs, he moved to the kitchen door and listened. Nothing. He couldn’t hear a thing. Could his ears be trusted? Maybe they couldn’t. He knew he wasn’t at his best. He still felt nauseous from before and his hands were shaky. But, ready or not, he had to go on. He had to face the challenge that lay before him. Pushing all thoughts of negativity out of his mind, he gripped the stiletto and pushed open the kitchen door. Bumble Bee saw Abandoned at the same time that he saw her. They both stopped, realizing that one of them was going to have to find an advantage over the other. Being in the doorway, Abandoned controlled the more defensible position, but Bumble Bee was in considerably better shape. Then, in a flash, Bumble Bee rushed forward and kicked the kitchen door. The sudden jolt knocked Abandoned to his feet. He writhed on the ground, trying to get his bearings, but Bumble Bee was too quick. The blade went in smooth. And Abandoned breathed his last. --------------------------------------------------------------------- |
Great endings guys! You both impressed me with your writting skills.
Abandoned: who killed nvr? If I read your stroy correctly is was neither you nor BB.
Also, both endings leave us wondereing who the main killer was (that was the point).
I don't know if anyone is still following out little mystery, but if you are, please post your vote: was it BB or abandoned?
At the very least I'd like to hear poor Mr. Flipper's opinion.
I will tell you the truth tonight...
changeling
In my humble opinion- the murderers were Changeling and NVR. it was a dual conspiracy
CHANGELING- O.K. I've got to give you guys my version of the ending here. I PMed you , but I'm getting ignored, just like the elders used to ignore me ! LOL! Ha ! Ha ! Anyway for posterity-here is my ending.
Mr. Flipper said, " Quick ! Everyone up to the attic ! " They all climbed into the warm abode of the attic. It was warm because they were all huddled together. And, Changeling had remembered to turn on the special newfangled " attic space heaters " before ! Mr. Flipper asked Changeling, " Why were these space heaters already turned on ? How could you have possibly known I wanted to escape to the attic ?" Just then, a chainsaw ripped cutting through the attic entry door ! It was NVR cutting through the door ! BB and Abandoned said, " It was you Empress Changeling ! You and NVR had this all plotted out didn't you ? You Bitch and Bastard ! " Mr. Flipper said, " Well , I guess we now know BB and Abandoned, why Empress Changeling wanted us to come to her castle so bad ! She got us to sign our lives away to her and everything has been taken from us now ! Well, you won't get away with this alive Changeling !" Just then NVR cut through the entry door and at that moment Mr. Flipper detonated a bomb which he had secretly hidden in a trip wire above the attic entry door in the electrical system ! A huge explosion ripped through the castle and everyone was obliterated ! It lit the midnight sky up as the night went down in flames , as did Changeling's and NVRGNBK's schemes and the other guest's lives ! Nothing would ever be the same again ! Peace out, Mr. Flipper
