Murder Mystery: The Corridor...

Slowly...slowly...slowly. The two friends make their way through the darkness that is the corridor. It is very difficult to see...save for a small light that seems to be at the end...


Frassmo: You still with me, my friend?

(coolly) Yes...I'm still here...


The two continue down the pathway...


Frassmo: (calmly) Hmmm...it seems as if the lights have been cut in this hallway...

(stoically) They sure do...my friend...but I wonder why... ?


The two continue...blindly...down the very musty pathway...


(stocially) Still...there's something familiar about this place...


Suddenly footsteps can be heard in the foreground...


(yelling) Hey! You there...STOP!


The footsteps start to intensify...signifying that the person is not stopping...but running away. Frassmo and Plummonkey pick up their pace...continuing the pursuit...


(yelling) You...you stop! STOP NOW!


Suddenly a hammer can be heard being cocked-back...


(yelling) Nigel! Get down!


//points pistol//


A shot rings-out...a shell hits the floor...and a body can be heard slumping to the ground...more running footsteps...and a door slams. The Professor gets-up off of the ground and investigates himself...he isn't hit...


(curious) Nigel? Nigel...where are you?

Frassmo: (struggling) J-James...James...help...

(shocked) Oh no!


Plummonkey feels around in the dark until he finds his friend. Suddenly, it clicks into his head to use his Zippo lighter to illuminate the room. He strikes it...and sees that his friend is hit...he took a shot to the belly...and is bleeding profusely...


Frassmo: (struggling/spitting-up blood) James...James...

(frantic) Just..sit still, my friend...It'll be alright...


Frassmo is struggling mightily...


Frassmo: (struggling) Wh-why, James...? Why?

(confused/frantic) What do you mean, Nigel?


The two share a look...


Frassmo: (struggling) Why...why did you...did you...did you...shoot me? ?

(shocked) What? No...I would never...

Frassmo: (struggling) Why...Why...


Plummonkey checks his gun...four bullets left...


(confused) It...it was dark...I couldn't see...it all...it all happened so fast...I know that I didn't...

Frassmo: (struggling) Why, James? *cough* Why....


With that, Frassmo slumps-over in a heap....and Plummonkey is beside himself with grief...


(shocked/saddened) Nigel? Nigel? No...Nigel?


A vast array of emotions washed-over the Professor...sadness...grief...despair...anger..hatred... He had lost yet another loved one. The cycle was repeating itself. Tears were welling-up in his eyes...and the only thing that he could think of to calm his nerves...to ease his suffering...was one thing...VENGEANCE.

He set his good friend's head down to the ground and stood-up and stared at his limp and lifeless body for several moments. The hate was growing within him...the anger...the regret...the thoughts of revenge. He began to run...run like a madman to the door that had slammed shut earlier...he got to the door and slammed through it...damn near knocking it off of it's hinges...

Suddenly...back in the corridor...Mr. Frassmo stirs awake...picks-up the fire poker...and makes his way towards the broken-down door...with the look of anger...hatred...and contempt within his eyes...



NOW IT'S UP TO YOU--THE JCC MURDER MYSTERY VIEWERS--TO VOTE ON WHO YOU THINK THE KILLER IS! GOOD LUCK!!!