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"Did no one really notice Chowz just enter?" I said.
Everyone shakes their heads. I groan, and pull out a revolver. I enter the kitchen, and a few seconds later, pull out a squirming Chowz.
"We got one of them…"

>Chowz caught
>Derpson still loose
>Mark aiming revolvers at Chowz
>"Chowz… you could be the murderer… you might not be…"
>"I'm not!" he accuses
>"But I can't believe that now, can I?" Mark says
>Iran holds 1911 to side
>Level4 taser
>Mike tranquilizer
>Digoxin flamethrower
>Weasel tied up…
>and Robotnik bleeding…
>wait…
>"Bloody hell! Robotnik's bleeding!" Mark yells out
>everyone turns
>sees Robotnik's neck slit, to which he falls over
>Mark stares disgustedly at the corpse
>"Wanna hear a good pun about this?" Digoxin asks
>"NO!!!" they all yell
>Lucky number seven remain

I rushed to Robotnik's corpse, inspecting it for anything that could give away the murderer. When he was slit, he struggled. The killer obviously didn't use anything as efficient as a blade. He must've used something smaller… and weaker. I stood up, and turned to the others. "We need to find Derpson… now!" So we all ventured out of the lab, and through the corridors out into the jail cells the hospital had for some of the crazier patients… our sanctuaries for the night.

While Iran was walking to her office, she saw a someone running with a green troll mask. She held her gun out at the figure. "Stop this moment!" She screamed. The figure did not stop, so she shot it in the leg. The figure stumbled on the floor.
"Come right now. I'm on floor two, and I've captured someone." She speaks into the cellphone.
-
Mark arrives. During the time Iran was waiting for him, she has bound the figure with chains and leather ropes from the 'forbidden' box. "Now, who was it?" He asks.
Iran approaches the figure carefully, and removes his or her's mask. She jumps back in surprise. It's Derpson McHerpenstein. "You…"
"What's a girl to do?" was Derp's answer.
"…you… …why?"

Weasel grimaced as he heard that Robotnik was killed in the other room. He's still very hopeless, and doesn't want to stay alive.

He's waiting for his demise, for his captors are taking too long for him.

"So… we caught Derpson… nice shot Iran!" I said in admiration.
I approached Derpson slowly, drawing out my other revolver. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now, Derpson."
"Because I'm not the murderer!" Derpson yelled out, wincing in pain from his… her… its wound.
"I don't think so…" I pulled the hammer back on my revolver, and aimed at Derpson's head. "Anything you'd like to confess to before you die!?"

"Wait, Mark. Don't do it just yet. We should ask him some questions."
Having said that, Digoxin covered Markhaox's back with the flamethrower in case the killer tried to backstab us.

"May I ask a question?" Mike said
"Why, if you're not the killer, did you ran away from the rest, ignoring Iran?"

I nodded, and lifted Derpson up. I still aimed my weapon at it, and began my questioning.
"So… how did you escape the room after you were handcuffed?"

"Mark, Weasel could not have been the killer. He was still with the duct tape when Robotnik was killed. Can I go free him now?"

(k now what did I mi- we went far)

"How the f*ck am I supposed to know?
All I remember is that everything went black and I wook up in a dark room."

Look at someone else.
What? Me and Chowz are your ONLY suspects?
Investigate moar!

>Everyone sat down
>Everyone… but Spark
>“Spark, sit down.” Iran said.
>He didn’t move.
>Vlad stood up now, and repeated, “Spark, sit your ass down!”
>He remained still
>“Oh, now you’re gonna get it!” Vlad replied.
>Mark stops him.
>Mark grew cautious
>taps Spark.
>Spark falls back
>Mark approaches him slowly, and sees nothing wrong at first
>sees thin blood trickle from mouth
>checks inside to find tongue severed and inner gum lines mutilated.
>“He’s dead… he’s been dead for some time!” Mark announced.
>“Looks like he stopped Sparkling…” Derpson said
>Mark groaned
>Twelve Days of Christmas remain…
“The cuts were small… they weren’t anything a regular blade could do. His tongue was severed… that must’ve been done with a blade, but the gums… they were tiny incisions.

Yup it was something small.
Now let's look back into the past some more.

I noticed Mike needed paper, and so I ripped a piece from the checkboard.
I handed it to him, and handed him a spare pen. “Digoxin, you want to work on a song as well?” I asked calmly. Before I could answer, the group went mad.

So…

I'd like to ask you what kind of pen did you give Mike?

Does this one look familiar?

No?
Maybe this?

The killer must have used the pen to also murder Robotnik too, eh?

It must have been Mike, the pen you gave him was used to murder Spark, too.
He also ignores the sh*t that happens, take a look:

Mike looks up from his guitar playing
“what the…?” He asks himself
shrugs, continues playing

Do you want more proof? More suspects?

First off, I don't own a pen with a f*cking knife inside. I'm sure Vlad did… he was a former KGB agent. But not me. However, it was an ink pen (the first one you showed me). But it probably would've taken too long… but one issue is left untouched…"
I grabbed my radio. "Sergeant… I'm in the holding cells, level 2. If you can, get an MP5 in here through the window."
"From the SFC officers?" he asked.
"Yeah… do it quickly."
A few moments later, an MP5 with a sling was raised to the window with one of those… uh… reacher devices. I took it, and thanked the sergeant. I checked the magazine… one full clip. I turned back to the others. "You didn't answer my question, Derpson. Why did you run from us twice now?"

Wait, twice?
The time I was cuffed to the chair, I heard some slow footsteps.
And something hard hit me in the head.
What was the first time, though?

OH! The moment Iran shot me in the leg, right.
Well, I was f*cking blind.
The mask had no holes to see through, and the room was very dark.
I somehow didn't hear Iran, that must be why she shot me.

Mark, should I go get Weasel or not?

"Yeah… go ahead and release him."
And so Digoxin did so. "OK… the SFC is now outside the building, so there is no escaping or leaving until I make the call… got it everyone?"

Anyone got a band aid?
My leg is still bleeding.

Digoxin slowly walked up to Weasel, making sure he didn't step on a trap, and readying the flamethrower in every single corner.
Weasel looked desperate. Once Digoxin cleared the area, he let Weasel go and both ran to Markhaox.
"Ok, I'm back"
Digoxin could hear his pulse.

"Wow… that was quick. All right… looks like everyone's here." I noticed Derpson was still bleeding. Though I never drank, I always carried vodka with me for healing wounds.
"All right Derpson. Let's get that bullet out of you." I pulled out a combat knife, the one Iran poked herself with. I poured the vodka onto his wound, and right away it screamed in pain. I ignored it, and dug the knife into the wound. I dug around for the bullet, and it took a while. I finally pulled it out, and asked Iran for a wrap. She handed me one, and I tightened it around Derpson's leg. I was a student in medicine for a year or so before the first crime spree, and I knew my first aid.

Ouch, MGS3 makes it look easy and painfree.

"It's always the left leg of mine which gets the wounds, thanks anyway."
"Hold on, how many of us remain? Where's the space kid, Alejandro, Vlad… did the killer already get them?"

nods, sad-ish look
Vlad escaped, but apperently he took the wrong flight. Mark heard him go boom over his radio

"Yup, they're all dead. We need to figure out who this guy is. Anyone have any ideas? I think we might be dealing with a professional here…"

The "…" at the end of Level4outbreak's sentence made Digoxin feel unsafe.
Mark should make a strip search on everyone after we interrogate Derpson.

Well, I certainly hope that you'll like what you find during the strip search, Digoxin.

"May I be excluded since I am the only female?"

Why am I still a suspect? I don't use knives. I should be let go since I'm an FBI agent who is trying to solve the case. I think I should interrogate Derpson.

"People…people…please. LET'S CALM THE F*CK DOWN!!!" I yelled out. "No strip searches… unless Iran does it," I said jokingly. "But seriously, we all have weapons of some sort. Might as well not bother…"

"C-c-c-combo breaker!"I say over the hacked loudspeakers and laugh hysterically as you all jump. I now the leave this thread.

OOC:
What, I don't even…

OOC:
Well, we needed humor here…

"Iran, Iran!" Mark and the group yelled as they were searching for Iran.

Digoxin opened a door. "Mother of Lord!"

Iran was lying on a surgery bed. Her abdomen was open. Her hand was holding a tube coming out of the slit. Slowly, and carefully, Iran cut a large mass from the tube. She was oblivious to the fact that many men where staring at her body. She put the mass on the tray.
After sealing up her surgical cuts, she put the mass in a small freezer shaped like a can. With a marker, she writes '7690 Pearlrow Avenue, Boston, Massachusetts' on the label. She then places a Biopost stamp on it.
-
Later that evening, Iran was alone with Mark.
"Mark." She turns to him.
"Huh?" He answers back.
"If I ever die, please give this package to Biopost."
"Why? What's in it?"
Iran didn't answer his question. "If I die, I don't want to die fully. I want a part of me to be alive. The part that counts as survival." She gave the answer as a riddle.
Mark still did not understand was was in the can. "Okay, I will give it to the post."

How did you suddenly appear in a room with your abdomen open?

{color:blue} …
"She handed me her ovaries!" I said in disgust. Everyone else backed away from me in disgust as well. I told her I would give it to the post, but any woman who cuts herself open just to reproduce is f*cking going insane already. I went to the freezer in the the holding cells lounge, and placed the can inside. Afterwards, I vomited on the floor… thinking to myself… What the f*ck? Seriously… who the f*ck does that to themselves?
I headed back into the room, MP5 at the ready. I was really thinking about using it on myself and sparing both me and the murderer a break from all this.

"She handed me her ovaries!" I said in disgust. Everyone else backed away from me in disgust as well. I told her I would give it to the post, but any woman who cuts herself open just to reproduce is f*cking going insane already. I went to the freezer in the the holding cells lounge, and placed the can inside. Afterwards, I vomited on the floor… thinking to myself… What the f*ck? Seriously… who the f*ck does that to themselves?
I headed back into the room, MP5 at the ready. I was really thinking about using it on myself and sparing both me and the murderer a break from all this.

Iran, do you realize that in a worst case scenario where we have to run, you'll be relying on us to escape?
And that was pretty freaky. That's a double trauma if I get out alive…

OOC:
Crap…I double posted somehow by accident. My bad…

Iran appears in front of Mark. "Well, if you had my life, you'd do this too."
"What?" Mark replies.
"See, for a long time I've been doing this operation on twins."
"How did you not cringe in pain?"
"Did you think that I had no localized anesthetic on me? That is besides the point. Even the minute amounts of pain didn't matter, for I didn't want another one of the superior races to die."

Iran put on a video with the projector. It showed a young pair of identical twins on a large surgery bed. The same operation was being done on them. "This is Miriam, and this is Naomi."
"But why did you choose them?"
"Oh, well, it's a long story."
"Tell me…"

Iran takes a deep breath. "As a child I was interested in creating the Master Race. My mother disapproved of it, saying you might be mistaken for something else. She also disapproved of my interest in the Indo-European migrations. The only thing she approved of was twin experiments. She urged me to go into the field of twin experiments. For a long time, I was doing non-surgical experiments on twins, but then one of the important experiments had to have surgery in them."

"…but, why did you choose Mee-riam?"

"You know about that speech that I gave. I earned that ability after I was beat up by seven jews. I had no defense. I asked my mother if I could report them, but she said 'they'll think you made it up because you are anti-semitic'" Iran sobbed. "I had to suffer with the pain that felt like a dagger continuously making it's way through my head for two years. Luckily, the fury that I had from the experience only gave me an ability: to give powerful speeches."

"But, why Miriam?"

"…because Miriam had the same nose as one of the gang." Iran flips her hair. "I was supposed to choose from twenty pairs of twins to perform the first operation on. I chose Miriam and Naomi."

"Buh-bye." Iran leaves, her trench coat rustling in the air coming out of the door.

There was something about her… something that said she doesn't take shite from anyone, yet she does it civilly. Had it been me, I would've gone back to the area they kicked my arse in, bringing along one of my father's handguns, and shot every one of them… except I would have purposely left them alive… to feel the pain. I don't know why, but I enjoyed seeing people who deserved to suffer do so… and none of these patients deserved to suffer. She left to her cell, and rested for the night… just as we all should.
"All right, ladies, I'm calling it a night. Get some rest… and tomorrow we find out who the killer is."
And so everyone made final preparations before hitting the sack.

Mike dusts off his guitar, and cleans it a bit, before laying it bedides his sleeping place, making sure nobody can grab it away

Where is Derpson, I would like to interrogate him? Also, Weasel, do you have any ideas on who the killer is. I need help people.

Hello, did you listen to what Mark said?

Of course I listened to what Mark said. Now, I know you're recovering from a leg injury, but at least your mouth is fine. It's time to talk.

Tired of hearing all the chatter, I got really irritated, pulled out my revolver, and shot out the light in the room. That was enough to shut everyone up for the night. "Good night!" I said casually.

Now I'm fucking glad that I broke into your lab with a bow and Kukri and a crazed marmot backing me up.
{color.red}I am still watching oh all through all the cameras that still in operation. This is really interesting. My character is now simply known as CarnotaurSupervisor, I'm not going to be a big part, nor an active role, but I will say something every now band then.
But remember, the supervisor is watching, always watching.

Weasel looked down on his lap, sitting on the floor reading his recent notebook.

"There's no need to rush."
"There's no hope left."

"I know who the killer, Level4 is going for now."
"Chowz, you must escape this terrible place."

Weasel then stands up and leaves going to get the key to the roof, worried that he knows that one dies today.

Iran was wide asleep.
-Her Dream
A monster with octopus-like tentacles was holding her in one of his tentacles. The monster had the face of a large-nosed human such as Seinfeld, and his hair and beard were the tentacles. In another tentacle, he held a beautiful, tall, blond, lad. "Hamed, not you!" Iran cried out. But the monster tightened his grip on Hamed, eventually killing him.
The horror was unbearable. "I know who you are…" Iran's statement made the monster bring her near his ear. "…and I know your defects. You are one who's blueprint was made by a drunken man!" She yelled in his ear. The creature dropped her. "And, I know that you are inferior. You will never stop me from doing what I was meant to do!" As Iran was talking, the creature grew smaller and smaller.
Eventually, it grew so small, that Iran stepped on it. The black liquid of hatred oozing from it's body evaporated.

She walked over to Hamed, and said a prayer to him. The prayer caused her love to rise from the dead. Together, they went back to the walled area.

I couldn't help but think how ths could have gone differently.

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Day 10 I think:

Iran was sleepwalking and screaming in her sleep. I don't know, she was dreaming or something. This place maybe hit her hard in the mind. She just walked around looking pretty cute and funny not knowing where she was going. She bumped into a pillar and didn't care. It was fun to watch her.
Later, she went to a walled off area…and went back to sleep…in the corner…
She's okay…it's just…
What..

She also crushed a beautiful green beetle when she was sleepwalking. That cruel girl.

So..then…Robotnik died, and I got freed by Dixogin. That magnificent man got me out of that place. I've got my backpack here, and then I ate some of my crackers and drank some soda. It was a good snack, or meal I should say. I felt good today, but it's still delaying my death. The project has gone no where and I made a few objects with the engine and tanks. I made some sort of electric bomb with the engine's motor and gasoline. I don't know what I'll do with that. With the vial of mercury, It's leaking a bit and I'm still deciding when I'm going to use it. Also, when will I end? I'll probably stay on the roof the whole time so I can die honorably and beautifully. I mind how I die. Is that weird? Nevermind, I'm going to stay here.

Rumors of a strip search were had. I didn't want anyone to flash me their junk. Maybe Iran's, but I would've hated it. I'm going to make some more things and a bed out of the materials of the project. The roof is my house I guess, and I like it a bit.

Also, Mark repeated himself but the first time saying color, colon, blue or something like that. Crotoa did the same, but with red replacing blue and not repeating himself. I almost died laughing.

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Patients left:

HEAVEN ALMIGHTY
Chowzburgerz
Me
Mike
Derpson McHerp
Level4OutBreak
Captain Douglas J Falcon
Alejandro
Captain Spark
Ivan
Jace
Marmot
Iran
Captain Weber
Vlad
Robotnik

Oh, I'm runnin' out of pages.

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"No time to lose… we've got to move."
I awoke that next morning to find everyone still alive.

>everyone wakes up
>actual night of good sleep
>Iran looks a bit shaken at first
>Mike continues work on song
>Level4 writes
>Derpson holding leg
>Chowz staring at Mark's weapon
>Weasel writing in journal
>escape plan from Black Ops II WON'T WORK!!!
>Digoxin looks around, and searches round
>"What are you looking for?" Mark asks
>"Mah flamethrower! It's gone!" he replies
>steps out of cell
>all follow him while he walks around
>opens door
>as he steps through, flames shoot at him from the side
>yelling in agony
>Mark goes to him
>"Shoot me! Shoot me!" Digoxin yells
>Mark aims, and fires a clean shot into his cardiovascular system
>Mark, Mike, Iran, and Level4 are completely horrified
>"NO!!! He was… he was supposed to be my new band mate!" Mike yells
>Mark checks to find makeshift flamethrower tied to doorway
>Six Chambers remain…

"After the fall, we'll shake it off… show me the way.
Only the strongest will survive. Lead me to Heaven when we die."
Some work I've heard before… at first, confusing. After these murders and experiences… I understand what the words mean. These deaths… we're not looking more into them. I've tried to keep everyone alive… but the only way to do that now is to find out what these murders have in common… and find the murderer.
Everyone face palms themselves as Mark states the obvious. They were obviously thinking that the whole time, but all I wanted was to keep them alive… and it wasn't working.
"Come on… let's go to the therapy room."

clearly shocked, Mike walks towards Digoxin's body
"I, I can't beleive it" he says
"He was such a great musician, great to work with, and now he's gone"
sits down, tear rolling down