Whodunnit Pt. 2

Violet noted that there were two more pieces of paper in the envelope.

The first one, was a generic script with her name inserted.

'Violet Zaraa, you have been selected as the 'murderer' for Foxglove. Your target is James Duros, you have until tomorrow, at nine in the morning, to successfully 'murder' your target.

How you choose to 'murder' the target is up to you. The target, however, must remain 'dead' until he is found by other members. Once found, and interrogated, you must once again remove your target from the equation without being seen/captured.

This activity will last seven days. For seven days, commencing tomorrow at 09:01 you must infiltrate your team's case and lead them astray without raising any suspicion. Keep in mind, all of the members will receive a separate letter reminded them that the culprit lies among them. Depending on your method of execution you must retain proof, incriminating proof that you should plant in other members belongings to raise suspicion. In the envelope you will find a place card, the word 'murdered' has been inscribed. You will need to keep the place card on you at all times. Be creative, do not get caught.

If you are caught, you will automatically be dropped from the program.'

Violet smiled grimly, it was no coincidence that she had been picked. There were many within the academy, and outside of it for that matter, who were enraged that she had been accepted to μαύρος Δράκος.

Violet was the only 'plebeian' to have been accepted in the past six years. It was almost an accepted truth within the upper community that abilities ran in the bloodlines. It was therefore mistrusted and rare when a commoner showcased an ability.

Violet knew it was all a lie, something kept from the general public. That was a problem for another day. The general attitude of mistrust and disgust showcased toward Violet had only increased with a growing 'fact'.

The fact being that she had 'coerced' her way into Kieren's group, (she had heard that rumor just the other day) was not aiding her already tarnished chances.

"Well, great day to break away from them..."

The second piece of paper, was the one to be passed out to all. It contained a lame backstory which painted James Duros as a flamboyant millionaire, who was getting ready to present his newest invention to the world. His invention was only one of the reasons why he had gathered all twenty of his closest friends, family members, and corporate contributors. Mr. Duros would be naming his heir for his company at a banquet in two days time. He was however killed before he had a chance to name his successor and the will had vanished. Who killed him? And why?

Violet looked to the last text of the document. She was too play James's fiancé, a shallow, beautiful woman of low reputation. James was deeply in love with her and paraded her around. For the past two years James has ensured that his fiancé lived a lavish lifestyle despite the rumors of her many infidelities.

Violet rolled her eyes, she put everything but the place card in the same place she kept her books. 'Away'

"Keep this on me at all times... fine."

Violet folded the place card in half and stuffed into her bra. "Find it there."

She laid down formulating her plans, time was of the essence. She needed to put James out of commission and spend the rest of the evening at the gym. A populous place that that would get her a solid alibi.

Her plan was formulated, she needed to gather ingredientes. Taking care as to not be seen she exited out her window and dropped into bushes below. It was a great thing she was on the bottom floor. Directly below her room was a storage basement. That too would come in handy.

Two hours later Violet was back in her room, a small vial filled with a light green liquid, and a larger container filled with a funky looking muck. She seemed pleased. She began blasting music through her speakers and got to work. She opened her closet, moved some shoes aside and with upmost care pulled back the tiles creating a large enough opening fit for disappearing without opening her door. She had to be careful, beneath the tile lay about four inches of concrete. This is where that second murky looking bottle came into play. "Good thing I know animals." The smaller vial held snake venom, a magically venomous kind of snake known as BlackCoal. Famous for an unique venom that left its victim in a paralyzed near death state. It's effects wore off after around eleven hours and the victim often had small signs of amnesia. The second vial held silver Komodo dragon venom. This especially evolved dragon's venom was known for dissolving the toughest of bones, rocks, and metals. It would do nicely for her floor. It was quite handy that Captain Kuznet had imported all sorts of animals for their torture. Steve Irwin would be proud of how she had extracted the venom from both animals without hurting them.

Violet made quick work of the floor, replaced the tiles without glue, and admired her handiwork from all angles ensuring it would not be spotted. She placed her shoes back over the floor, waited for the day to grow dark and headed out to kill her target. Violet made sure to be seen in workout apparel in the library before sneaking out another window and down towards the food hall. James liked to chat with one of the food hall ladies who snuck him cookies before heading back to his dorm for the night. She intercepted him two doors down from his room. She had left a timed stink bomb by the entrance to the food hall ensuring that anybody who was out would be drawn to the chaos. He was munching on a cookie, key in hand when she pounced. Violet approached soundlessly. She took his feet out from under him at the same time as she delivered a hard whack to his neck. She caught him before he hit the floor, lugged him over her shoulder, made sure nobody had witnessed anything, and made way into his room. She was already wearing gloves, now in his room her hair was drawn into a bun and covered by a hoodie. She laid him down on the floor, and proceeded to smear black paint over his hands, face, neck, forearms, and legs. She took off his shoes and very carefully injected the needle underneath his pinky-toe nail. She replaced the socks and shoes and then very softly wrecked his room. She took out files and finally taped under the bed she found the 'will'. Violet admired her handy work, it would take them quite a while to figure anything out here. She had taken some of Alex's hair from her mall outfit. She stuck one inside James shirt and left some more stands in the restroom. That wasn't all, she had also stolen Mika's favorite lipstick, she rolled it underneath the bed. For good measure she had also brought along one of her own pens. She dropped it on the floor along with the wreckage from his desk. Only one thing left to do, she opened a small container and took out a tiny purple pill. Working carefully she opened Jame's mouth and placed it in between his back bottom and top molar. When James woke he would chomp down on the pill releasing a powerful numbing cream. He was mildly allergic to the numbing agent she had had used, promoting the need for medical attention. This would ensure any interrogation on behalf of her team was useless. Worst case scenario it would rupture as he swallowed it instead of chewing on it, and would still require medical attention. The medical room was covered in windows, extraction would be easiest there.

Viole was done, she could not leave through the front door, but that had never been the plan. James was on the fourth floor, right below the roof. Violet climbed out the window and used the ledge to pull herself up. After a couple of tense moments of using crevices as hand and foot holds she pulled herself onto the roof. She dusted herself off carefully and walked across the room, the library was the next building over. It was about the same height as the dorms, she took a running start and rolled onto the library's roof. Ten minutes later she put a book away in the library and walked to the gymnasium. Violet spend the rest of the evening and several hours into the night beating the life out of a punching bag. It was true that using the gymnasium as cover had been part of the plan, but once there Violet had admitted that she was angry and needed a good pummeling. It was a quarter to two in the morning when she left the gym, tired, and hoping for a decent night's sleep.